Chapter 124 Humiliation Is Fuel
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“No matter what you think… I know you hate me, and I don’t have any excuse for the way I treated you before, but I’m not doing this to earn forgiveness. I’m doing this because I want to. Tilda, I just need to know–are you hurt?” Wade said, his voice tight.
Call him whatever she wanted.
A hypocrite. A piece of trash. Someone faking concern to ease his own guilt. Wade didn’t care.
This was the one thing he genuinely wanted–to make sure Tilda was okay.
Maybe she was right.
Maybe he was just trying to patch up the guilt eating away at him, guilt for the way he’d hurt her. Guilt for all the lines he’d crossed. Guilt for the things he could never take back.
Wade no longer hoped she would understand that it was normal for a brother to worry about his sister.
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Not after all the crap he’d done. He’d already torn her heart to pieces.
He didn’t even deserve to call himself her brother, let alone ask for her understanding.
“Instead of pretending to care… Wade, don’t you think someone else is missing? Don’t be so sure the blood on my shoes is mine.”
She tilted her head slightly, her tone ice–cold.
Wade froze.
Just then, Tilda’s phone buzzed.
She glanced at the caller ID.
Without another word, she answered the call and walked right past him–face unreadable.
“Yeah… Andy, ran into some trash. Treated it like a warm–up. I’m good. I’ll meet you guys in a minute.”
Her voice faded as she disappeared down the street.
Only when she was gone did Wade finally snap out of it, and then he bolted into the alley.
No way.
It couldn’t be…
Howard was a world wrestling champion, he was a beast in the ring. Everyone knew how strong he was.
Even if Howard had been ambushed by a gang of violent thugs, as long as they didn’t have guns or weapons, he should’ve been able to take them down easily.
He’d done it before, and he’d even received a public commendation for stepping in during a street robbery.
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Chapter 124 Humiliation Is Fuel
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With that kind of skill, how could someone like Tilda–a girl, seemingly fragile–possibly be the one to do
this to him?
But then Wade saw it. Howard–face covered in blood–slumped against the wall, completely unable to
move.
“Howard!”
Wade couldn’t stop himself from shouting.
He rushed over, practically diving to his side.
“Oh my god… What the hell happened to you? Are you okay? I’m calling an ambulance right now.”
“Wait… Wade, hold on …”

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