The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love

The next day, Wayne met with Ableson.

In the past few months, Ableson had managed to recuperate somewhat, but due to the severity of his injuries, his physical capabilities were unlikely to ever return to their former glory. By all accounts, he no longer met the criteria for his job at Moonlit Lake.

But Rosalynn had decided to keep him on.

Upon seeing Wayne, Ableson's eyes brimmed with tears. Nobody had mentioned Wayne's situation to him, but Ableson was one of the first to notice Wayne's unusual behavior.

Plus, on that fateful day, when Wayne had stabbed him, everything from his expression to the aura he exuded was completely out of character. So Ableson knew that the man who tried to kill him wasn't, strictly speaking, his own boss.d2

"Mr. Silverman, I should have been more cautious," Ableson admitted upon seeing Wayne, his voice heavy with guilt. "I should have spoken to Mrs. Silverman the moment I sensed something was amiss with you."

"You almost died by my hand, and you're still finding reasons to blame yourself?" Wayne replied, a touch of exasperation in his voice. "Ableson, I'm just glad you are okay." Ableson's eyes reddened further.

"Don't worry about the future. I'm going to keep you by my side," Wayne assured him.

Ableson was taken aback. He could sense something different about Wayne, but it wasn't the same kind of change he'd exhibited during his bout of amnesia. Mr. Silverman's gaze now held a warmth it had lacked before.

Previously, Mr. Silverman wouldn't have kept someone who wasn't completely useful to him by his side. He would've given them a hefty sum, more money than they could earn in a lifetime, and sent them on their way.

"Mr. Silverman, I won't let you down!" Ableson said immediately, his dedication clear.

That would have been enough for Ableson, who had no family to speak of. Without Wayne, without this job, he had nowhere to go.

Living alone with a lump sum was far less appealing to Ableson than facing life and death with the other guards to protect the Silvermans.

And then, not long after Wayne left, a substantial eight-figure sum appeared in Ableson's account, labeled as compensation for his work injury.

Panicked, Ableson rushed to find Rosalynn and Wayne, content with his job and expecting far less in compensation.

Felix stopped him, "Don't you see? Mr. Silverman owes you for that brush with death, and with this money, he's settled that debt."

Ableson paused, realizing the truth in Felix's words.

Mike, with one leg propped up, swung lazily on Molly's hammock, the rafters creaking above.

"Hey, Ableson, you better watch out. Felix is looking like he's got the right idea these days."

"That's because he's been under

Mrs. Silverman's wing. How could he not learn a thing or two?" Ableson paused before adding, "Of course, that excludes you. When it comes to spending time with the missus, none of us can hold a candle to you!"

"Are you calling me dumb in a roundabout way?" Mike reacted after a moment, "I'm a foreigner, man. I don't 't get all those twists and turns of you H Country folks! Can't learn that!"

"Strictly speaking, my dad just took advantage of the H Country facade. I grew up abroad, you know," Molly

chimed in from the second-f

railing.

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Mike looked up, "Molly, you just don't get it, do you? That's a knack etched into your DNA! Heard of racial talents?"

Without another word, Molly jumped down from the second floor.

Felix facepalmed, "Molly, didn't we agree you'd try to change this habit? What kind of young lady jumps from the second floor to get downstairs?"

In Molly's hand was a completed assignment.

"Inside our own house, it's fine," Molly shrugged, then turned to Mike, "Blaming your DNA for your laziness and lack of thought!"

Mike was speechless.

"Dad, I'm heading out," Molly said to Felix, ready for the day.