The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love

Ever since Penn started treating Wayne, the first thing he said to Wayne was, "First off, you've got to understand, they're not real."

"But this is different, he split from me, the dark part of me!" Wayne's eyes were bloodshot, tears streaking his face, "The part that's unloved and unforgiven. I can't merge with him... Penn, please help me... I'll give you anything you want!"

"Do you feel that before your amnesia, you were unloved and unforgiven?" Penn asked gently.

Wayne was on edge, "You know how rotten I was, how I bullied her, how I almost killed my own kid, drove Rosalynn to fake her death to escape... If he merges with me again, who knows when I'll do something vile? I can't have that! I just can't!!"

"Ms. Jared is aware of your current situation," Penn revealed.

Those words made Wayne's agitation vanished in an instant.d2This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

He stood rigid, like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, terrified and at a loss.

"You shouldn't have told her. It's just a small, tiny trouble, something we can sort out, just pump up the physical therapy..." Wayne's face twisted in agony, tears rolling uncontrollably, "She must be so disappointed... so very disappointed."

"She asked me to give you this." Penn pulled out a smartphone from his pocket and handed it to Wayne.

Wayne hesitated, "Whose is it?"

"Yours." Penn, as if reminded of something, pointed to the case, "Your daughter drew this. It was meant to be a Christmas gift the year of your accident."

Wayne's mind hadn't caught up yet. But his body reacted first, snatching the phone from Penn's hand. He flipped it over to see the dazzling design on the case, "It's the sun..."

The sun was at the center, with vibrant plants and animals radiating out from it in a circle, full of life.

"Ms. Jared said this is how Ivy sees the sun - strong, warm, and endlessly giving life to all things. She hopes the sun will bring you the most vigorous vitality," Penn spoke with a hint of envy. Tears fell from Wayne's eyes in large drops.

"Mr. Silverman, maybe your past isn't as bad as you think. This 'other' that supposedly split from you, it's a ludicrous idea," Penn patted Wayne's shoulder, "Your soul, even if it's not whole, it's shared with your wife and child. What you see, it's not a part of you, it's just the demon blocking your way home. He knows how much you love your wife and child, so he's using them as weapons. You can't let him win." With that, Penn left.

Wayne sank back onto his hospital bed.

The phone remained off. His wife had returned it to him before, but he had resisted taking it.

She had said, "The phone will be on the nightstand, whether you turn it on or not, whether you want it or not, it's up to you."

Wayne knew that there had to be a reason his wife was giving him the phone now.

His fingertips trembled, and he pressed the power button.

"Go ahead, turn it on and we'll become one," the man opposite him, now full and gloomy, suddenly appeared, watching him leisurely, eyes filled with anticipation.

At these words, Wayne almost withdrew his motion to power on. But then, as if struck by a revelation, he looked up at the object before him, his gaze suddenly icy and resolute.

"No," he said firmly, "I'm going to listen to my wife."

The figure opposite him, his smile suddenly stiff, his complexion darkening quickly, scoffed, "Fine then, turn it on. I can't wait..." He didn't finish his sentence.

The phone in Wayne's hand lit up with a soft blue glow, and the silver logo appeared before his eyes.