The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love

Munich at dawn.

The weather was absolutely splendid.

Outside Penn's clinic, there was a riot of flowers.

Wayne sat across from him, looking a little more gaunt and pale than before, his presence barely noticeable.

"Is he here?" Penn asked Wayne, as he poured him a cup of warm coffee. "The boy, Ayden."

Wayne glanced over to the side.d2

The boy, wearing a striped sweater and jeans, was staring at the flowers outside the window.

Upon seeing Wayne look over, he turned around almost immediately, "Mr. Silverman, these flowers are beautiful. Can I take some back home when I leave? My mother loves flowers. I want to gift them to her!" Wayne observed carefully.

He was so real and vivid, how could he be an illusion?

"He wants to take some of your flowers back home when he leaves," Wayne croaked out. His voice was a little hoarse from the copious amounts of medication he had been taking.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Penn also looked at the burst of colors outside the window.

Munich at this time of the year couldn't possibly foster such beautiful flowers. The view outside was, in fact, a greenhouse in Penn's research facility.

Technically, it was a greenhouse his mother had always wanted. After taking over the research facility, Penn had the greenhouse built according to his parent's blueprints by the best craftsmen he could find. "Wayne, there's something I need to show you," Penn said, picking up a remote to turn on a liquid-crystal display screen in the clinic.

The screen lit up, and videos that Mike had found started to play.

Wayne watched, his pupils trembling violently. He remembered these scenes, but he was sure he was with the boy...

"He's not real, Wayne. He's a product of your hallucinations," Penn said gently. "We need to face this in order to begin treatment."

"Why am I seeing him?" Wayne looked at 'Ayden', who seemed oblivious to their conversation and was still admiring the blooming flowers outside the window. "Who is he?"

Penn looked at him, his gaze almost hypnotic. "Yes, Wayne, who is he?"

The boy closed his eyes as if feeling the wind on his face.

Wayne suddenly remembered. Not long ago, when he had first seen the boy in the hospital, he was covered in wounds and cuts. And now, he was completely healed... "Who are you?" Wayne asked, tears welling up in his eyes.

The boy turned around, looking confused. "Me? I'm Ayden. Did you forget, Mr. Silverman? Ayden, Ayden!"

Wayne felt as if a knife was piercing his heart. Strange images flashed through his mind.

The Silverman family had an old mansion, but Natalie never actually lived there. She had her own villa.

Wayne discovered Ayden's diary even before he found out about his own origins.

He found the diary in a room filled with miscellaneous items.

He was either eight or nine then, he couldn't remember clearly.

As he opened the diary, he saw the name 'Ayden' scrawled across the second page.

Coincidentally, he had heard the name for the first time from his mother just a few days before he found the diary.

His mother was arguing with his grandmother, "Mother, Ayden grew up under your care. Look at what you turned him into! I don't want Wayne to follow in Ayden's footsteps, I..."