Chapter 208 Protect Her

“Because I don’t care, and he doesn’t deserve it!”

Tilda…

Una glanced at Tilda, who was sitting there completely calm, not even a little upset. She lowered her eyes.

Tilda, Wade really does regret it! No matter what, Wade is still your brother!

“Is this really nothing to you?”

Clive couldn’t help but speak up, clearly worried.

He could see that Tilda was done with Wade, but he also remembered how Wade had been spiraling these past days, so he felt bad for him.

Would it be so bad to give Wade even a tiny chance?

Does it have to be so final?

“Ha…”

Tilda felt like laughing, but it was more out of disbelief.

She felt like she was talking to a clown, so she didn’t bother to respond and just rolled up the car window and started the engine.

“Tilda, I haven’t finished talking yet! Don’t go! Don’t go!”

Clive banged on the window frantically, but Tilda didn’t even look his way.

She slammed the gas pedal down, turned the steering wheel, and drove off, leaving Clive standing there stomping his feet.

Clive sighed heavily.

He knew that coming to talk to Tilda like this was a lost cause.

“Ugh…”

Tilda had made up her mind–she hated the Jensons and she hated Wade.

No matter what Wade did, even if he gave up everything, Clive knew Tilda wouldn’t shed a single tear.

In fact, she might even cheer for it.

Just then, Preston showed up at the parking garage and ran into Clive.

The Bells and the Rowses were two of the top families in Slosa.

Preston knew Clive and Wade were close.

Clive asked first, “Where’s Wade?”

“He’s Kyla’s brother, and he’s my good friend. What do you expect me to do about him?

“Even though I can’t understand Wade’s actions, I think it’s completely irrational.

“What happened to Wade? Why is he helping Tilda?

“After everything she did to the Jensons… is he out of his mind?”

Preston had asked Wade, but Wade hadn’t answered, so he hoped maybe Clive could shed some light.

“There’s a lot to this, Preston. Don’t make things harder for Tilda.

“Wade won’t agree with you, although I’ve tried to talk sense into him. He’s made up his mind.”

Clive wasn’t about to air out Wade’s personal struggles, so he left Preston standing there with a dark expression on his face.

Dammit…

What the hell are these people up to?

Preston had only been away on a business trip for a few months, and when he came back, it felt like all the familiar faces had completely changed.

Did Tilda put some kind of spell on them?

When Clive finally found Wade in the private booth, Wade was drinking.

When he saw Clive, a spark lit up in his eyes. “Where have you been?”

Clive sat on the sofa.

Seeing Wade’s hopeful expression, he sighed internally. “I figured you could handle Preston on your own. Then I saw Tilda leaving, so I went to find her.”

“Did you say anything to Tilda? What did she say?”

Wade couldn’t stop himself from asking.

Even though he knew the answer probably wouldn’t be what he hoped for–and might hurt–he couldn’t help but want to know.

“Wade, you really can’t let go, can you? Tilda will never forgive you.

“Just pretend none of this ever happened. Be the old Wade, do what you want, chase your dreams.

“If you keep this up, chasing Tilda around, all you’ll do is dig yourself in deeper.

“It’ll just make you miserable. Is it really worth it?”

Clive couldn’t help but keep trying to talk some sense into Wade.

Chapter 208 Protect Her

Wade’s eyes suddenly dulled.

“I understand…”

Wade silently poured more alcohol into his glass.

Clive stared at him helplessly. “Wade, snap out of it! You have to know the damage is already done and can’t be undone.

“If you were in Tilda’s shoes and someone treated you like that, you wouldn’t forgive them either! You need to move on, face your life!”

“Don’t worry, Clive. I’m as clear-headed as I’ve ever been. I’m facing the damage I caused Tilda.

“Whether Tilda forgives me is a secondary issue.

“But I won’t make the same mistakes again. I won’t hurt her anymore or sit idly by while she suffers.

“If I see anyone hurting her, I’ll protect her.

“That’s all I can do as a messed-up brother. It’s the least I owe to my wounded sister.”

Clive gave up.

He yanked his shirt open, undoing the top button, frustrated.

“Fine, I can’t convince you. You’ve got me worked up. Let’s just drink!”