?<strong>Chapter 1009:</strong>


    Rnd didn’t give a damn about her love.


    A car rolled past him, and for a moment, he caught his reflection in its tinted window. It was brief, but his features stood out clearly.


    He used to take pride in his eyebrows and eyes—the unmistakable resemnce to Wade that proved they were father and son.


    But it turned out that he looked more like Chris, something he had never considered before.


    If Katie was right, then Wade had lied to him.


    And if she lied too, what else could he even believe?


    Rnd felt like his mind was spinning, overwhelmed by the flood of revtions he couldn’t fully process.


    Dunn had told him to think critically, to sift through the facts and piece together the truth for himself. But right now, only one question consumed him: why would Wade lie to him?


    Had their bond over the past decade been a lie too?


    Every time Wade looked at him, his gaze seemed so warm, so full of love. But now, Rnd couldn’t help wondering—was Wade truly seeing him? Or was he seeing Chris in him?


    The memory of that fateful day was still vivid—Wade taking a stab to the neck to save him, nearly losing his life in the process.


    Rnd could still picture the aftermath: Wade lying in a pool of his own blood, his head resting on Rnd’sp, his eyes vacant, his hand reaching into the air. Was he calling out for him or for Chris?


    And if it was Chris, why had Wade taken him in? Why raise him as his own? Chris had suffered from severe anemia, and his rare blood type lingered in Rnd’s mind like a warning.


    He didn’t want to think about what that might mean, but once the thought had taken root, there was no way to stop it.


    Rnd sprinted to the edge of the bridge, his breathing in ragged gasps as exhaustion and anguish consumed him. He clutched the cold railing, staring out at the vast expanse of the sea below. For a fleeting, desperate moment, the thought crossed his mind—if he just jumped, would it finally put an end to all this pain?


    The idea gripped him, and he climbed onto the railing. Cars zoomed by, their horns ring in an unbroken symphony of indifference. Not a single vehicle stopped.


    Rnd gazed at the tranquil sea, its stillness mocking the storm within him. But before he could move, a pair of hands seized his waist, pulling him back with surprising force.


    “What are you doing? Come down! This is not the solution to whatever you’re going through!”


    The voice trembled with urgency, and Rnd froze, his body tense against the stranger’s grip. Momentster, other passersby hurried over, surrounding him and showering him withforting words.


    The woman who had grabbed Rnd’s waist continued, “I’m a therapist. If you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here to listen.”


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