Chapter 1629: Chapter 1629: From now on, I will no longer exist in this world.

Chapter 1629

The earnest persuasion of the two did not move Hans White in the slightest; on the contrary, he was completely indifferent, without a shred of pity.

He simply said, "With technology so advanced, even if I lose him, I can have another. A son who only knows how to oppose me is no loss at all!"

The Secretary and the Butler exchanged a quiet glance, concern evident in their eyes.

At that moment, three Mutated Beings emerged, each with varying amounts of fresh blood on their hands.

"Master White, the Young Master has passed out."

Hans White slowly closed his eyes, his teeth clenched as he spat out a word of disgust, "Useless."

"Continue watching him."

Having said this, he turned and left, without so much as a glance into the room.

Just as the Butler was about to arrange for a doctor, he heard Hans White issue a command from afar, "Don’t send for medical aid, let him fend for himself!"

-

At six o’clock in the afternoon, a school bus stopped at the doorway of the Whites’ main gate.

As soon as Ethel Collins stepped off the bus, the joy on her face vanished.

She smelled the scent of blood.

In an instant, she didn’t even go through the main gate, but instead leaped over the high wall and, with a few bounds, arrived in the side yard.

Upon entering, she saw Milton White lying motionless on the ground in the front hall!

His white clothes were stained red with blood, and his arms were covered in it as well.

"Milty!"

She ran over, the perfect score test paper flying to one side, along with her backpack tossed aside.

The glaring wounds triggered her tears, and they welled up immediately.

The man in her arms slowly opened his eyes; there was no pain in his gaze, no sorrow, only an inappropriate calmness.

"Don’t cry, help me to the Basement," he said slowly.

Wiping away her tears forcefully, Ethel nodded and helped him up.

In his hand, he clutched a book, and the sound of papers tearing suddenly filled the air.

The half with the cover fell heavily to the ground, with the word "Education" written on top.

Something about him seemed different to Ethel, but she couldn’t put her finger on it.

Right now, she was more worried about his body, his wounds.

Fortunately, the Basement was stocked with medicine, and she had learned nursing, which meant she could help him with his wounds.

Within the closed space of the Basement, the odor of medicinal fluid permeated the air.

Milton White, having taken off his shirt, sat beside the sofa, one hand resting on the armrest, quietly letting her treat his wounds.

"Milty, this medicine will sting when I apply it, you need to bear with it," she said.

Milton had no response; his pale and handsome face watched the wall in front of him, deep in thought.

As the medicine was applied, not a single furrow appeared on his brow.

"Ethel."

"Hmm?" She looked up at him. "Milty, go on."

Milton White’s gaze shifted slowly to her face. "From today onwards, I no longer exist in this world, understand?"

-

At night, the Butler hurried into Hans White’s Study Room to report.

"Master, he has returned."

Hans White’s brow relaxed. "Finally, some good news. Call him here, no, first have the doctor look at his wounds."

"I’ve already sent someone to summon the doctor," said the Butler.

Hans White nodded. "This man is the son I’ve wanted."

But the Butler warned, "Master, if I may speak frankly, this person has a much tougher character than the Young Master, the kind that... disowns his kin. I think you should be cautious as well."

"Without toxicity, there’s no great man. It’s precisely his ruthlessness that I want!" Hans White said, looking pleased.

He always believed that Milton White’s alter ego was a gift from Heaven, a first-rate creation of his own hands.

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