NovelTrueChapter 461
Chapter 461 A Strange Sense Of Familiarity
Chapter 461 A Strange Sense Of Familiarity
"Cassian?" Upon hearing the name, Rin immediately bolted toward the lab where Cassian was being held.
Even though Cassian had been poisoned and was in no condition to escape-let alone take Benedict with him-Rin
wasn't about to take any chances. The longer that boy remained alive, the more unpredictable things became.
He had to find Benedict. And kill him.
But while Rin was rushing down the corridor, Benedict had already squeezed through the air duct and landed in
the adjacent lab.
He was now crouched in front of Cassian, carefully dabbing at the blood on the man's body with a folded
handkerchief.
Cassian, who even on the brink of death had frightened trained researchers into backing off, showed no
resistance.
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He didn't summon even a flicker of his usual pressure. Instead, he simply let the child's small hands move gently
across his wounds, not even flinching when Benedict accidentally pressed against an open cut.
Cassian knew he didn't like kids. He never had. But for reasons he couldn't explain, there was something about
this one-a strange, aching sense of familiarity. It wasn't warmth, exactly. Just... something that made him not
want to push the boy
away.
"Sir... does it hurt?" Benedict asked softly.
He stared up at Cassian with eyes that mirrored his own, brows and lashes strikingly similar.
Cassian shook his head. The pain from the poison had already drained most of his strength; even speaking felt
like a battle.
But then he glanced around and realized where they were. He drew in a shallow breath and managed, "This
place is dangerous. How did you even get in?"
Benedict looked up at him, then lowered his voice and replied, "I clooking for my dad... but speople
caughtand lockedin the room next door."
Cassian frowned. "Your dad was taken here too?"
"I'm not sure," Benedict murmured, lowering his head as his lips trembled. "But | want to find him. My uncles
said he didn't want me... that's why he leftbehind. I just... | just want to know if that's true."
Cassian stared at the little boy, his heart clenching at the sight of that downcast face and the quiet grief in his
voice. A fierce, inexplicable rage surged through him.
"If he didn't want a child, then why have one at all?" he snapped, voice low but full of fury.
"Even a stray dog or cat earns your care when you raise it-how heartless does a man have to be to walk away
from his own child? This boy's no nuisance-he's just a kid. A kid that should've been loved," he added.
Just as he was about to say more, footsteps echoed from the hallway outside.
Cassian tensed and looked at the tiny figure in front of him. "Someone's coming. You have to hide-now."
There was no way he had the strength to carry the boy and escape with him.
The poison had sapped nearly everything he had. The only chance was to draw attention to himself and give the
kid an opening to slip away unnoticed.
His eyes scanned the lab. There was only a wide experiment table and a storage cabtucked in the corner.
'No good, he thought. 'They'll find him in there in seconds."
Then, in a flash of desperation, his gaze shot upward-to the ceiling.
Bracing himself, Cassian slowly pushed to his feet, biting back the pain as he reached up and slid aside a ceiling
tile. Using every ounce of strength left in him, he lifted Benedict and hoisted him into the crawl space above.
There was barely two feet of clearance up there. Cassian had noticed it when he first infiltrated the lab. It wasn't
enough for an adult to hide-but it would be just right for a small child.
Once Benedict was inside, Cassian carefully pushed the tile back into place.
But before sealing it completely, he looked up and whispered, "No matter what happens next, you don't make a
sound. And you don't cdown. Understand? If they hear anything, if they even suspect you're up there-we're
both dead." Benedict nodded hard, eyes wide with fear but filled with understanding. The moment he did, the
footsteps reached the door.
Cassian slid the tile shut, leaned back against the wall, and slowly sank to the floor.
The effort of lifting the boy had nearly drained the last of his strength. The room spun around him, and darkness
began to creep into the edges of his vision.
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