The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love

The effects of the medication were swift.

Penn called the nurse over to help escort Wayne back to his room.

He didn't rush to leave.

Standing by the observation window, he watched Wayne sink into a deep sleep.

It wasn't the first time in the past few days that Wayne had mentioned the holidays.

That morning, Wayne had shared with Penn fragments of a dream he had, memories of last year's festive preparations, and how he eagerly awaited the day.d2

In Penn's memory, Natalie had often lamented that ever since Wayne discovered his true origin, his sense of family had waned. The holidays were meant for family reunions, yet he would always seclude himself in his room, as if unable to face Maddie Fuller.

This pattern had lasted a good five or six years before things started to improve.

So when Wayne happily talked about his memories of last year's holiday preparations, Penn was admittedly surprised.

Only moments ago had he understood why Wayne had been so looking forward to the last holiday season. Because He had never spent such a family-centric holiday with Rosalynn. Penn lingered for a while longer.

After leaving Wayne's room, he returned to his office and booted up his computer to record the day's medical notes.

After much deliberation, Penn decided to include Wayne's memories of the holidays in the journal.

Rosalynn returned to Moonlit Lake. Her daughter prattled on like a little sparrow, recounting the entire conversation she had with her father.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Daddy looked thinner; I wonder if he's not doing well over there," she said, and then sat down with a sigh that was almost too mature for her years.

"Sick people tend to lose weight," Cory popped a grape into her mouth, "I lost weight when I was sick, right, Mommy?"

"Mhm," Rosalynn patted Cory's head, "What made you want to hang around in the living room today?"

Usually, at this time, Cory would be tinkering with the computer in the study.

"It's because he wanted to play with Trista!" Paige gently placed Trista on a new, soft mat in the living room, and the little one's chubby legs kicked happily. Cory looked helplessly at Rosalynn, and Rosalynn smiled and touched her forehead to his.

After their bonding time, as usual, Rosalynn took the two mischievous children back to their bedrooms and wished them goodnight.

Feeling exhausted, she returned to her own room.

After a hot shower, which washed away some of the day's weariness, she didn't head straight to bed but rather sat down on the couch and opened an app.

Perhaps it was the anticipation of seeing her daughter and son that day, but Wayne's appetite had been decent. However, his medication log... showed an added dose of a sedative.

As she read the medical notes, she saw the part he talked about the holidays, and a sharp pain struck her heart. Tears streamed down her face as a fierce hatred suddenly flared within her. If it wasn't for Robert and Annie, the accident before the holidays would never have happened!

Wayne wouldn't have suffered severe injuries and gone missing for half a year. Without those life-threatening wounds, he wouldn't be struggling with PTSD, which had exacerbated his condition. If none of this had happened, after the holidays, Rosalynn would have taken Wayne to see a psychiatrist.

If they had caught the problem, she would have stood by him and sought treatment promptly.

How could it have become so uncontrollable by the time the illness manifested?

Fury and hatred burned in Rosalynn's veins.

The next day, a moderately significant incident sparked heated debates overseas.