billion book
Chapter 1938
Chapter 1938
Chapter 1938
Wayne was stunned for a second, following the shocked gaze of the boy, he slowly looked down at his own wrist.
His black shirt collar had already been soaked with bright red blood. The blood seeped down his palm, trailed to his fingertips, and then dripped onto the
ground.
“Mr. Silverman!” The boy stood at a distance, looking both nervous and terrified.
“It’s okay.” Wayne shook his head dismissively.
“But you’ve lost so much blood, how can you be okay? I’ll call an ambulance!” The boy said.
“It’s okay!” Wayne stopped him almost reflexively.
“I got injured earlier, must’ve accidentally knocked the wound open, I can handle it. Wayne’s face and tone chilled. He pulled out his wallet and placed all the cash on the bench, Take the cash. When your grandmother is back, you can give it back to me.”
“Mr. Silverman..“
“Don’t worry, it’s just a small problem, I can handle it.” After finishing, Wayne scanned his surroundings, “Where’s the restroom?”
The boy pointed in a direction, Wayne headed straight towards it.
The restroom smelled of pleasant incense, freshly cleaned.
Stepping into a stall, Wayne unbuttoned his cuffs. The wound on his wrist that should’ve been healing had split open again.
Looking at the still bleeding wound, Wayne’s face twisted in discomfort.
His forehead pulsed twice, and he was suddenly reminded of that morning
He couldn’t remember why he was in the bathroom. But when he heard Rosalynn’s voice outside the door, he instantly snapped back to reality From NôvelDrama.Org.
By then, the razor blade had already cut his wrist.
But the sound outside the door came just in time, so the wound wasn’t too deep
He managed to keep his cool and answered Rosalynn’s questions calmly
Then, he quickly patched up the wound and headed downstairs as usual.
Later, Wayne pondered why he had such a breakdown.
He even anonymously consulted some psychologists.
The most common answer was that he might be suffering from Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder.
With a blank expression, Wayne watched the blood bead on his wrist, then numbly pulled over a bunch of toilet paper to stop the bleeding.
He nearly used up the entire roll.
Finally, the blood stopped.
When Wayne came out of the restroom, the boy and the money were gone
He wasn’t overly worried.
With that money, at least the kid would have something to eat.
He stood at the spot and gave it some thought.
Then he ordered some wound care supplies online.
Instinctively, he filled in the address of the apartment downtown where he once lived with Rosalynn,
Then he hailed a cab and headed to the apartment.
By the time he arrived, the package was already hanging on the door.
Wayne used his fingerprint to unlock the door and pushed it open.
The apartment was cleaned twice a week, so it was still spotless.
The florist would deliver flowers at a fixed time, signed for by the cleaning staff, the trimmed and arranged into the designated vase.
Although many years had passed in reality, inside this apartment, time seemed to have hit the pause button.
Dragging his weary body, Wayne sat down on the sofa.
Then he methodically treated his wound, wrapping it round and round with gauze
He had to make sure the wound wouldn’t split open again.
Once he was done, Wayne lowered his head and saw that the blood on his shirt had stained the sofa.
He felt extremely tense, as if he was under attack.
He got up and quickly cleaned the stain
It felt as if he had committed a grave sin by tarnishing this place.