Chapter 434

"Wade!" Quentin yelled, struggling to get up while holding his head.

Wade swung the club again, aiming it right at Quentin.

But this time, Quentin was ready. As Wade lunged, Quentin raised his hand and caught the club.

Suddenly, footsteps echoed from outside the door.

Wade quickly crouched down, clutching his head with both hands, and yelled, "Don't hit me; don't hit me!"

The door burst open, and Bruno appeared at the entrance.

Wade scrambled over and seized Bruno's legs, shouting, "Help! He's trying to kill me; save me!"

Quentin scowled. "Wade!"

Bruno's eyes darted to the club in Quentin's hand. He snapped, "Quentin, what the hell are you doing?!"

Quentin explained, "Dad, it wasn't me; it was Wade..."

"Shut up!" Bruno interrupted. He bent down to help Wade up, holding him protectively.

Bruno glared at Quentin. "I'm not dead yet! If you want to kill him, you'll have to go through me first."

Quentin gripped the club tightly and hissed, "I wouldn't dare!"

Bruno sneered. "I don't think there's anything you wouldn't dare. Tonight, you're spending the night in the confinement room!"

Quentin bit his lip, saying nothing.

"Dad, save me; he's trying to kill me!" Wade clung to Bruno like a child, trembling all over as if gripped by extreme fear.Wade kept yelling.

He clung to Bruno like a frightened child, trembling as if he was terrified to the core.

Bruno, fiercely protective, shot Quentin a final glare before leaving with Wade.

As they left, Wade turned back and gave Quentin a cold, triumphant look.

Quentin stood there for a moment, blood dripping from his head.

He looked down, clenched the club, and a murderous glint flashed in his eyes.

The next day, Isabella was having breakfast.

Suddenly, the door to the room flew open.

Isabella and the nurse jumped, turning to see Quentin, his face smeared with blood, storming in.

The bright red of the blood made his face look ghostly pale.

Quentin walked straight over and stood by the bed.

He glanced at Isabella and then barked at the nurse, "Get out!"

The nurse looked worriedly at Isabella, but eventually left.

Isabella gripped the fork in her hand tightly, unsure of what had driven Quentin to this state.

Quentin sat down by the bed, his gaze locked on Isabella. "Lova," he called out.

Isabella tried to suppress her panic and weakly asked, "Quentin, what happened to you?"

Quentin just stared at her, silent.

Isabella put down the fork and reached out to touch Quentin's cheek, "Who did this to you?"

Quentin raised his hand and held Isabella's, muttering, "Lova, why does Mr. Black never like me? In what way am I worse than Wade?"

Through recent hypnosis sessions, Isabella had come to understand the dynamics of the Black Family.

Wade was Bruno's first wife's child and Bruno's firstborn, while Quentin was just an adopted son.

Between a biological child and an adopted one, most would favor their own flesh and blood.

Thus, while Quentin was politely called Mr. Black by outsiders, he was never fully embraced by the Black family.

Quentin's sudden appearance in this state suggested he must have endured inhuman torment again last night.

Isabella shook her head and tried to comfort him. "You're amazing. It's just that Dad's way too biased toward Wade."

The anger in Quentin's eyes faded a bit. His voice softened, "Lova, you're the only one who cares about me."

Isabella smiled. "You're the best brother in the world."

Quentin suddenly asked, "Then would you stay with me forever?"

How could siblings stay together forever?

Even if Lova were still alive, she'd eventually get married, and Quentin would too.

No matter how close they were, it was impossible for them to be together forever.

Only lovers could share a lifetime.

Isabella's eyes darted as she saw a glint of obsessive madness in Quentin's gaze.

Suddenly, she realized Quentin's feelings for Lova were romantic, not brotherly.

Seeing Isabella hesitate, Quentin tightened his grip and pressed on. "Lova, will you marry me?"

Isabella's eyes widened with shock, and for a moment, she didn't know how to respond.

The madness in Quentin's eyes intensified. He continued, "Lova, don't you want to? Don't you like me?"

Isabella shook her head. "But you're my brother."

Quentin retorted, "We're not related by blood, Lova. I'm not your brother; I should be your husband!"

At that moment, Isabella thought of Lova.

She didn't know if the real Lova had the same feelings for Quentin.

If she did, it would truly be a tragedy!

"This is a bit sudden," Isabella replied cautiously and lowered her eyes. "I need to think about it."

Quentin said, "Alright. I'll wait for your answer."

The midday sun was scorching, and Wade was playing in the yard with sand.

Esme stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching Wade, barefoot and wearing only boxer shorts, playing exuberantly under the scorching sun, his body covered in sand and dirt.

A cold glint flashed in her eyes.

"Mom." A voice came from behind.

Esme turned around to see Elodie approaching in a wheelchair.

"Mom, Richard is coming to take me out for lunch later. Can you help me with my hair?" Elodie asked, her face full of happy anticipation.

Since Elodie had returned, Richard had been visiting her almost every day.

Sometimes he would spend the whole day with her.

Elodie thoroughly enjoyed this, and she was especially looking forward to today's date.

Esme naturally agreed and wheeled Elodie back to her room to get ready.

After a while, Richard arrived in his car.

As soon as Richard got out of the car, he saw Wade playing in the yard.

He paused, then walked over and stood a few steps away from Wade, nodding slightly. "Mr. Black."

Wade stopped and gave Richard a silly grin.

Richard stood there, quietly watching Wade.