The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love

Wayne and Ayden were on completely different paths of suffering.

Ayden's mind was a chaotic battleground of illusions, none sticking to a single person or object, and it was tearing him apart from the inside out, each wound giving birth to a myriad of new hallucinations. Even with Betsy by his side, Ayden's scars ran too deep. Betsy with her boundless love and Osmond with his medical expertise tried to heal him, little by little.

Just when they thought they were making headway, new wounds would surface.

So, when Ayden, seemingly stable on his medication, suddenly lashed out and killed Betsy in a fit of madness, Osmond was stupefied.

He pored over Ayden's medical records time and again, yet he couldn't pinpoint the final trigger of Ayden's breakdown.d2

Penn was slowly piecing together the origins of Wayne's condition.

Understanding the root cause made things simpler - it offered a chance for a cure.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

But he had learned from his father's experience with Ayden not to rest on his laurels, understanding that finding a singular cause was not a panacea. He was determined to dig deeper and assess further, eliminating all potential risks.

Under the influence of his medication, Wayne quickly fell asleep.

Penn stepped out of the room, leaving instructions with the nurse in charge.

Mike was looming nearby, his towering figure casting a shadow that blocked out the light, his eyes harboring a hostile gaze.

"He's settled down now, don't worry, it's not bad news. I'll call Ms. Jared soon to fill her in on tonight's events," Penn said soothingly.

Mike fixed him with a stern look, replying, "The only time my alarm bells ring is when President Silverman's life is at stake, Dr. Lange. My boss trusts you a great deal, funding your research with generous donations. You'd better be worthy of that trust."

"Mr. Marcus, rest assured," Penn replied, looking back at Mike with steady eyes.

People like Mike and Calvin, with the aura of violence about them, frightened many, but Penn remained unfazed, "I need to make a call to Ms. Jared now. Could you step aside, please?"

Mike moved aside.

Penn was about to walk away when he turned back to Mike And said, "The danger is over for now. This is a specialized ward, and you can't stay here any longer."

Mike's thoughts churned with indignation - this slim man who looked like he could be taken out with a single punch dared to boss him around?

Despite his inner turmoil, Mike quickly vacated the area.

Ms. Gabriella had made it clear - unless it was an emergency, he was to follow Dr. Lange's orders in this facility.

Back in his office, Penn loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, exhaling deeply.

Mike might be worried about Wayne, but Penn shared the sentiment. He had rushed out of the lab, his heart leaping into his throat.

After collecting himself, he dialed Rosalynn's number.

Today was Mary's birthday, and to avoid painful memories, Erica decided to pay tribute to Mary at a well-known chapel in H City.

Rosalynn, with some rare free time, joined Erica and Paige for the visit.

Trista was too young for the chapel, so Larkin and Baillie waited outside with her.

Just as Rosalynn finished her prayers and made a donation in the grand hall, Penn's call came through.

Penn was always to the point, and although the situation was fraught with danger, he breezed through the details, suggesting it was a positive sign.

"So it started that early..." Rosalynn murmured.

She had always assumed Wayne's sleepless nights stemmed from heartache over Olivia Whaley's departure, but now the picture was starting to look quite different.