?<strong>Chapter 900:</strong>


    “Rnd.” Wade turned, his tone bing steadier. “They are your blood rtives, after all. If you want to reunite with them, I won’t me you.”


    “Enough,” Rnd said.


    Wade ignored it and continued, “Living with Adrian and his family will give you a better life.”


    “I said enough!”


    Rnd drew his revolver, and a deafening bang shattered the tense air.


    Wade frowned. “Don’t use a gun here.”


    “Dad, don’t worry,” Rnd replied, his fist trembling. “I will never ept them as family. They’re the ones who killed Uncle Chris.”


    Wade hesitated, his tone softening. “Rnd, about the past—”


    “You don’t have to say it,” Rnd cut him off, his voice thick with restrained emotion. He took a deep breath, his hands curling into fists as he fought back tears. “I’ll never forgive them.”


    The sudden gunshot had startled the butler. He rushed over, colliding with Rnd, who was storming out in anger.


    “Are you alright?”


    Rnd paused, regaining hisposure, and handed the butler a stack of bills.


    The butler’s chest tightened with unease, but he was relieved Wade didn’t see the exchange. Back then, the butler had let Rnd escape on purpose. Rnd hadn’t needed much effort to sway him. Wade had only one son, Rnd, and the butler knew the Potter family’s empire would one day be his.


    “Sir, are you alright?” the butler repeated.


    “Get lost.”


    Rnd shoved the butler aside, striding away without a backward nce.


    The butler, left bewildered, looked up in time to see Wade standing in the doorway. The dim lighting in the hall left his face shadowed, making the darkness behind him even more ominous.


    With one foot resting on the threshold, Wade smiled faintly and motioned for the butler toe closer.


    The butler’s legs trembled uncontrobly, but he forced himself to step forward.


    Before he could utter a word of greeting, Wade reached out, seized the butler by the ear, and dragged him inside.


    Momentster, screams echoed through the corridor, sharp and unrelenting.


    Meanwhile, Rnd sat near theke, pulling a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. Unable to find a lighter, he flung the pack into the water.


    Lying back on the grass, he stared at a photograph in his hand.


    It was of his mother, Katie.


    Since she didn’t want him, he resolved to shut her out of his life. He crushed the photo in his hand, wanting to toss it, but couldn’t bring himself to do it in the end.


    Later that night, Wade entered Rnd’s room quietly. His eyes fell on the crumpled photograph, now smoothed out and ced carefully on the bedside table.


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