Chapter 39 Damn It! Tilda!
What Tilda mentioned had just happened not long ago, a raw and merciless experience that came crashing down on Tilda like a tragedy she couldn’t escape.
And right now, Wade felt like nothing but a hypocrite.
Even if he was supposed to be the “main guy” of this story, he couldn’t come up with a single word to defend himself.
What kind of person treats his sister, who was lost for 19 years, only just found again, like this?
“Real family isn’t supposed to be like this… At least … it shouldn’t be like the one I have.”
Wade clawed at his hair, dropping into a crouch on the ground, helpless, broken.
It was such a simple truth.
Yet Wade had never understood it.
Every word Tilda had thrown at him replayed in his mind, hammering against his skull like chains he couldn’t break.
Even Wade himself thought he was disgusting.
Clive came looking and finally spotted him, crouching down and pulling at his hair.
“Wade? What the hell is wrong with you?”
Noticing something was seriously off, Clive rushed to his side.
At his voice, Wade slowly lifted his head, his eyes meeting Clive’s.
And Clive froze.
He had never seen Wade’s eyes so empty and dark, as if someone had ripped half his soul away and left nothing but a hollow shell.
“Clive … do you think I’m cruel? Twisted?
“If it were you–if your sister had been gone for 19 years—would you have treated her the way I treated Tilda?”
Wade’s lips moved weakly, his voice barely there.
“Did Tilda say something to you? Wade, snap out of it!”
Clive grabbed his shoulders and shook him, as if he was trying to drag his soul back into his body.
“Clive, I’ve never hated myself like this. I’ve never felt so filthy inside.
“Tilda wasn’t wrong. Every word I said just now was rotten, so rotten that even I couldn’t stand it—I wanted to puke.
“I actually thought… I actually thought that if Tilda had shown her talent earlier, maybe I would’ve looked at her differently.
“But I forgot–she’s my sister. Our bond should never have been about something so cheap, so selfish, so disgusting as talent
The more Wade spoke, the more it felt like his throat was stuffed with hot wax–thick, bitter, and suffocating.
Each word he forced out burned like it would rip his throat apart.
“Wade, what the hell….
Clive didn’t even finish before Wade’s breathing turned rough, ragged, frantic.
“Wade Hry Wade, stay with me!”
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Chapter 39 Damn It! Tilda!
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