Revenge With My Undercover Cop Hubby novel Chapter 203

Chapter 203 Truly Pitiful

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“Dr. Yeager has been seeing extra patients all morning. She didn’t have time for lunch,” Ken spoke up when he noticed Kelly remained silent.

Only then did Wade acknowledge her presence. “Have the kitchen prepare a meal.”

The butler nodded quickly and hurried off to make arrangements.

With an imposing presence, Wade led Kelly ona so–called “stroll” around the estate.

“The Lockharts have built up a fortune and strong connections over generations, but when I was younger -just like Zion–1 couldn’t stand those parasites who lived off the family’s wealth without lifting a finger. I was determined to serve my country, so I joined the border forces at a young age. I endured years of hardship.” Wade paused, gripping his cane, and pulled up the left leg of his trousers.

Kelly glanced down. His left leg was severely atrophied an old injury, the kind that only came from sustaining life–altering damage.

“No amount of money can compensate for what I lost.” Wade gestured toward the grand estate surrounding them. “After leaving the army, I took over the family business. I used my network, my skills, and my discipline to build the empire you see today.

“I don’t regret my younger years. I don’t see my injuries as a burden–they are my honor.

“But I won’t let my children and grandchildren suffer the same pain.” Wade’s voice dropped, a rare hint of emotion breaking through. “People say I have a need for control. That’s because I’ve seen too much—I’ve faced life and death. I buried my own son. Zion is my life, my heir, the product of all my years of hard work. I won’t allow any misstep, including his marriage

Wade had spent years trying to lay out a perfect path for Zev. If it weren’t for Zev secretly enrolling in military school, Wade never would have let him go down that road.

He had even contacted the higher–ups, demanding assurances. It was only after Gary repeatedly promised that Zev would be safe–that it was just meant to be a few years of experience–that Wade reluctantly agreed.

And yet, Zev had nearly lost his life in the process.

“I will not allow another mistake–not with Zion, and certainly not with the woman he chooses to marry.” With that, Wade strode toward the living room.

“Dr. Yeager, please, have something to eat first.” Ken gestured toward the dining area.

Kelly followed, still silent.

She and the Lockharts were worlds apart–separated by a gulf that could never be crossed.

“This villa has eight living rooms alone … ” A housekeeper approached with a warm smile. “Mr. Wade said you’re an honored guest. Please, follow me.”

Kelly walked alongside the housekeeper toward the dining room.

The setting was breathtaking–like a grand corridor lined with floor–to–ceiling windows. On both sides,

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Wade sat at the head of the table, his expression stern as he motioned for Kelly to sit.

“Dr. Yeager, as a guest, you should sit to Mr. Wade’s left the housekeeper gently corrected when Kelly chose her own scat.

Wade let out a displeased huff, clearly unimpressed by Kelly’s lack of etiquette.

Kelly didn’t move. She stayed in her chosen seat and finally spoke. “I may not understand your household’s dining etiquette, but if you believe that makes me uneducated, then it only reflects the flaws in your own upbringing. My parents may not be wealthy like you, but I was raised in a warm and loving home. This invisible pressure you exert–this constant need for control–it’s one thing when you do it to me, but if this is how you treat your own family, that’s just sad.”

A heavy silence followed. Then, she spoke again, “My parents raised me to be kind, responsible, and to do my best within my means. They didn’t raise me to be some ornamental ‘princess of etiquette.”

She had never once dreamed of marrying into a wealthy family.

“It seems you still don’t understand the difference between you and Zion.” Wade’s voice was deep and weighted with authority. “The chair you’re sitting on is worth tens of thousands.”

Kelly glanced down at the chair beneath her. Then, looking Wade straight in the eye, she said, “As a grandfather, I can understand your fears. You lost your son. Now you’re afraid of losing your grandson You want to control every aspect of his life, ensuring he has the best possible future. But for someone your age to still not understand the basics of life–that is truly pitiful.”

Kelly rose to her feet, meeting Wade’s gaze. “Every person is born as an independent individual. Have you ever stopped to reflect on yourself? Why did your son die? Why did your daughter–in–law take her own life? Why is your grandson so rebellious? Do you truly believe none of this is connected to you?”