The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love

In a heartbeat, everything changed. The usually stoic Wayne was suddenly gripped by anxiety.

Clad in a hospital gown, he stood still, his pale face highlighting the redness creeping into his eyes. He scanned his surroundings frantically. "Wayne." Penn's voice emerged from behind.

Wayne whipped around, his voice hoarse with urgency, "Is she here?"

Penn nodded gently, "She just left."

Wayne's eyes fell, sorrow written all over his face, "You should've told me she was coming. I didn't want her to see me like this."d2

"Mrs. Silverman was on a business trip and stopped by unexpectedly; I didn't know myself," Penn reassured him, supporting Wayne's arm. "Don't worry, you might look a bit thinner, but you're still looking sharp."

Wayne fell silent again.

Penn personally escorted him back to his room.

"Did you actually see her just now?" Penn asked, curious.

Wayne shook his head.

"Just a feeling then?"

Wayne paused before answering, "Her scent was in the wind."

Penn was taken aback. Rosalynn had come in without even applying makeup, and there was no trace of perfume on her.

"Penn, when can I see her?" Wayne asked, his voice strained.

Penn tucked him in, "When your hallucinations are completely gone. I believe it will be soon."

But Rosalynn hadn't left.

She was hiding nearby, her heart aching as she watched Wayne search for her.

Mike escorted a weary Rosalynn away.

"Ms. Gabriella, seeing him just once wouldn't hurt, would it?" Mike mumbled, seeing Rosalynn's sadness.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

"What do you think has been Wayne's biggest motivation to stay in treatment?" Rosalynn asked, looking at a tree by the road that had shed all its leaves.

"It was you!" Mike blurted without hesitation.

Mike didn't tell Rosalynn that Wayne had chosen a very aggressive treatment methods.

It wasn't that Mike was taking Wayne's side; he genuinely felt that Wayne's presence had caused his young mistress much suffering.

He should go all out for Ms. Gabriella!

He wasn't like Ms. Gabriella, treating Wayne like a delicate treasure that must be protected at all costs.

"That's why we can't see each other," Rosalynn stated calmly. "I can't show any weakness to him or to the hallucinations that plague him. I want him to know that he needs to get better to return to my side, and I want those hallucinations to know that until they're gone, I won't aid them."

"I see!"

Mike didn't quite get it.

But his philosophy was simple; if Ms. Gabriella and Hilaria said so, there must be a good reason.

"About that time we exhumed the grave, you were a big help. Is there anything you want as a reward?" Rosalynn changed the subject.

"That's my duty!" Mike immediately responded with dignity.

"Remember that resort project on the island we visited? You seemed to like it there," Rosalynn mentioned.

Mike scratched his head sheepishly, "I don't remember much from when I was little, but I vaguely recall being born by the sea. The sea in my dreams looks just like that place."

"Alright, Wayne and I have a large private area there. I'll carve out a piece for you; you can build your own beach cottage."

"Really?" Mike was overjoyed.

"Have I ever lied to you?"

"But it's so expensive!"