Babel Novel
Chapter 2217
That serial killer also had a habit of keeping diary, and Penn thought that was the most horrifying diary he had ever seen
But after reading Yvette's diary, the entries he read were like a cold hand squeezing the breath out of him, leaving him pale and shaken.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.
"She must have some sort of antisocial personality disorder," he muttered hoarsely, his eyes wide with horror. He glanced at Rosalynn, who was watching him with steady eyes. "Rosalynn, Rose isn't like that. She doesn't have that darkness in her!"
"Maybe not," Rosalynn replied, her voice level but her gaze intense. "But if she ends up making the same choices as her mother, then she's simply bad to the bone. Penn, I'm willing to work with you to test Rose. You understand I'm giving Ms. Albinia a chance here. If she passes, she can have a bright future, and I'll compensate her handsomely for this test. We can't have what happened to your father happen to you, right?"
Penn looked down, his thoughts churning.
Rosalynn let the silence linger, knowing he was close to a decision. The bond he once shared with Rose was the only thing holding him back.d2
"So, what's your plan?" Penn finally looked up at her.
"Nothing too elaborate. I just need word to get out that Wayne is coming home from the hospital and a box of the so-called 'successful' potion," she said calmly.
Penn nodded. "Mrs. Silverman, I have a favor to ask... If she does make the same choices as her mother, as long as there are no dire consequences, promise you won't harm her."
Rosalynn stood up, her resolve firm. "I won't touch a hair on her head if it doesn't go that far. Rest easy. I'll make the arrangements, and as for the potion..."
"Just some harmless solution will do. No need to waste the real deal from the lab," she said, exiting the room.
As she walked away, Rosalynn couldn't help but pass by the activity room, where she knew Wayne was likely spending his time.
Peering through the small window, she saw him after months apart. He was sitting on a bench, his complexion ghostly, clutching a photo she had left him. His gaunt frame and pallid skin were visible just above his shirt collar, and a lump formed in Rosalynn's throat.
Her eyes moistened, but she held back the tears.
Suddenly, Wayne looked up, as if sensing her presence. Rosalynn stepped back, ensuring she remained unseen. He stood, pocketed the photo, and made his way to the door.
The nurse approached him. "Ready to head back, Mr. Silverman?"
Wayne remained silent. The treatment, though effective, had affected his voice, rendering him nearly mute these past weeks.
Outside, Wayne approached the window where Rosalynn had been standing. The brisk wind nipped at his skin as he extended his hand, letting the breeze pass through his fingers. There, in the wind, he caught a scent that he had longed for, a fragrance that had haunted his dreams.