SWNOVELS Chapter 2045
Chapter 2045
Seeing her, Wayne broke into a smile, “Sweetheart, you’re here?”
Pointing towards the foot of the bed, he continued, “The kid mentioned that you brought him to the hospital and dressed his
wounds. He’s been talking about you nonstop
Following his gesture, Rosalynn’s gaze fell on an empty spot.
“Wayne, do you remember why you’re here?” Rosalynn asked, sitting beside him. Meanwhile, Mike had also entered the room,
his eyes fixed intently on the scene before him. If Wayne made a move, his plan was to step in and end it all swiftly.
“1...” Wayne tried to recall, but his mind was a blank slate. “I remember getting a call from him last night. But Ableson couldn’t
find him, so I went out looking for him...”c2
After that, his memory was shrouded in a thick fog. Everything was blurry.
Wayne was aware that he was sick. When he realized he had gaps in his memory and found himself in a hospital, his face
turned pale. “Did I do something wrong?”
Rosalynn’s heart was shattered over and over again.
From scattered pieces of information, she had a rough idea of what triggered Wayne’s disease. Her faked death and escape was
one reason. Later, the brain damage and torment from severe injuries added to it, causing Wayne’s mental breakdown.
For a moment, she was puzzled. She was the one who was deeply hurt initially wasn’t she? Then why was Wayne the one who
had lost his sanity? “Rosa, what’s that on your neck?” Suddenly, Wayne noticed a small bruise peeking from underneath
Rosalynn’s collar. He reached out to touch it.
“It’s just a bruise,” Rosalynn stopped his hand, holding it tightly.
Wayne looked at her, his expression crumbling bit by bit.
“Did I do that?” he asked.
“Wayne, Rosalynn looked at him, “Did you ask him his name?”
Rosalynn believed that the boy’s appearance wasn’t just a coincidence. Considering his similar background to Wayne’s, she
wondered if he could be a younger version of Wayne.
“Who?” Wayne asked.
Rosalynn pointed towards the foot of the bed, “Him.”
Slowly, Wayne turned his gaze towards the direction.
The boy, with multiple bruises on his face and an arm in a sling, was smiling harmlessly at him.
“What’s your name?” Wayne asked.
Mike turned his head away, his expression more serious than ever.
“Ayden. Mr. Silverman, my name is Ayden Silverman.”
Wayne froze.
“What did he say?” Rosalynn asked, gripping Wayne’s hand tightly.
She thought that knowing the boy’s name might help Wayne snap out of his hallucination.
Penn had mentioned it to her. Knowing you’re hallucinating is half the battle against blurring reality and fantasy
“Ayden,” Wayne looked at Rosalynn.
Rosalynn also froze.
“What did you say?” she asked in disbelief.
“Ayden, Wayne said, slightly bewildered, “The same as that guy’s name. And you’re a Silverman too. Why didn’t you tell me
before?”
The boy looked at Wayne, his eyes shining brightly. He didn’t answer, only continued to look at Wayne with an innocent smile.