?<strong>Chapter 415:</strong>


    The room was thick with tension, the silence hanging heavy with unspoken fears. Chris’s resolve wavered as he looked into Wade’s eyes, seeing something terrifying—an unshakable, cold obsession.


    “You’re insane.” He lowered the knife with a bitter smile. “Fine. You win. I’ll do whatever you want. Is that what you wanted to hear?”


    Wade stepped forward and took the knife away, ensuring Chris couldn’t harm himself again. “Chris, all I want is for you to live.”


    “Like a ghost?” Chris hugged his knees, his voice hollow. “What’s the point of living like this?”


    “Just hold on for two more years,” Wade said, draping a nket over him. “I promise, when the storm has passed, I’ll help you rebuild your life. You’ll get a fresh start, and you can begin again.”


    Chris looked at him with weary eyes. “And Rnd? Will I never see him again?”


    “No. It’s better for everyone this way.”


    Chris let out a bitterugh. “It’s only better for you.”


    “I’m doing this for you.”


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    Chris didn’t respond. He had no desire to speak with Wade anymore, nor the energy to fight.


    “Just leave me alone, Wade. I need some peace.” Wade didn’t disturb him further.


    Outside, Wade issued amand to the servants to remove every sharp object from the room and seal the windows shut.


    Rnd’s cries had stopped, though the reason remained unclear.


    Upon checking, Wade noticed the nanny hastily concealing something behind her back.


    “Mr. Potter,” the nanny stammered. Wade nced first at Rnd, who was now peacefully asleep despite his earlier intense crying. He couldn’t fathom how the nanny could have soothed the child so quickly. If she had such a talent, why had Rnd’s cries been so loud that even Chris could hear them?


    “What did you feed him?” Wade asked.


    “Nothing,” the nanny replied, though her voice faltered under Wade’s piercing gaze.


    Without a word, Wade signaled to his assistant, who swiftly restrained the nanny.


    A bottle of medication fell to the floor. Wade bent down and retrieved it, discovering it contained a sedative.


    “I had no choice! The child cries all day long!” the nanny protested.


    “Get out!” Wademanded, his tone cold and final.


    Rnd’s well-being was deeply tied to Chris. Wade had gone to great lengths to bring this child back, not to let the nanny incapacitate him. The assistant escorted the nanny out, leaving Wade alone with the child.


    As Wade drew near to examine Rnd, he was struck by a profound shock. For the first time, he saw the child and realized something chilling—Rnd looked eerily simr to Chris when he was a child.


    Seeing Rnd was like seeing a younger version of Chris.


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