?<strong>Chapter 493:</strong>


    Upon receiving the photos, Wade remained utterly unfazed.


    “What did you tell them?” he asked.


    The owner answered honestly. Although he spoke at length, there were few valuable clues to be gleaned.


    Did Katherine and Shawn think that uncovering his mother would lead them to him? Absurd.


    “Convey everything you just shared with me to the Potter family, verbatim,” Wade instructed.


    “Yes, sir. And the remuneration for this transaction is…?”


    “Two hundred thousand, transferred to your ount as before.” Two hundred thousand could buy this entire newspaper stand.


    “Got it!”


    The call concluded, and Wade emitted a chillingugh.


    As he lived overseas, burdened by a multitude of daily responsibilities and drained from caring for the child, he had little time to contend with Shawn and Katherine. It was far better to entrust the matter to the Potter family, who also sought to locate his mother.


    Chris approached, concern etched on his face.


    “Wade, Rnd has been crying incessantly.”


    Wade replied, “Alright. I’ll take care of it.”


    Chris didn’t know how to soothe the inconsble child. Hecked practical experience and didn’t possess the physical prowess that Wade had. Despite his diligent efforts, he was unable to pacify Rnd, but in Wade’s adept hands, the child gradually calmed, and tranquility returned to the atmosphere.


    “You’re amazing, Wade.”


    Wade discerned the underlying frustration in Chris’ voice and offered a reassuring gesture offort.


    “Just practical experience. When Mom was frequently absent, I took care of you. It was always a matter of hunger or thirst, easily discernible.”


    “Speaking of which, it’s been ages since west saw Mom.” Chris was suddenly overtaken by a surge of nostalgia. Being in a foreignnd intensified his yearning for the people and familiarforts of home.


    “Wade, is Mom doing well now?”


    Wade’s eyes darkened.


    “Yes, she’s doing well.”


    After finally lulling Rnd to sleep, Wade summoned Chris into the study.


    “Take them.” He motioned to a collection of documents spread across the desk.


    Chris picked them up, astonished to discover they were new identity papers. Wade had meticulously orchestrated an entirely new identity for him in this ce.


    “Wade, what is this?”


    Wade sped his hands together, falling into a contemtive silence for a moment.


    “I promised you that you would lead a new life. Now, the time hase for you to forge your own path.”


    Chris was stunned.


    “Wade, are you driving me out?”


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