The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love

Perhaps it was because Rosalynn knew Ayden's fate, although the words were filled with Ayden's happiness, tears fell from Rosalynn's eyes. The records of happiness were short-lived.

What followed was a series of dates and corresponding weather updates, with nothing else in between. After documenting the weather for over three months, Ayden's words started to become chaotic. "Today, the talking mushrooms came again. They said Betsy sent them. I wanted to go with them, I wanted to see Betsy so much. But I failed, I broke my leg... Mother cried, but why did she cry? Shouldn't I be the one crying?"

"I failed again. Why do I always fail? Mother is too powerful. She filled my room with seawater. I can't cross it, I can't escape her cage, and I can't see Betsy."

"I met some new friends, the animals in the garden. I made a deal with them, they would help me find Betsy, and I would feed them. But mother didn't agree, she cried again, saying the animals didn't exist. I climbed up a tree to call down Squirrel McGill to talk to mother. McGill is persuasive, maybe mother would listen, and let me see Betsy."d2

"Miss you miss you miss you..." There were several pages of 'miss you'.

Ayden's handwriting was beautiful, but these 'miss you' were crooked, with dried tear stains.

"Mother is crazy, but she says I'm crazy. I saw Osmond Lange, I know they're going to lock me up. I need to hide this diary, I hope I can come back alive."

"No, I won't come back alive. Natalie doesn't love me, I'm just her tool, her trophy to show off. I'll die, to punish her, I'll die."

"I hate you, Natalie."

This was the last sentence in the diary.

Wayne sat on the black leather couch, hands covering his face, as if trying to hide himself.

"Did you finish reading the diary?" Penn asked.

Wayne nodded.

"Then what? Did you show the diary to your grandmother?"ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Wayne looked up, "No, grandma can't see it. She'll lose her mind."

"You love your grandmother very much." Penn said gently.

Wayne looked numb and lost, "Love? She... is my only support."

Penn didn't discuss this matter any further with Wayne, it wasn't the time yet.

He needed Wayne to figure out who the boy really was.

"Where is the diary now? Did you destroy it?" Penn continued to ask.

"How could I burn his pain and cries?" Wayne lowered his eyelids, "I put it in the safe, along with that photo with the face scratched out, into the safe." "Wayne." Penn looked at him, "Then think again, who is he?"

Wayne's neck stiffened, he looked at the boy.

In his mind, something was slowly becoming clear.

"It's me... and also father..." Wayne said, tears pouring down his face.

Fate can really play tricks on people. Before Wayne knew that Ayden was his father, he already knew the pain of this man living in the world.

He knew that Ayden hated Natalie to the core, but in the end, Ayden died, and Natalie still had his child. If Ayden knew this, he would surely not rest in peace.

From the moment he knew his identity.

Wayne knew that his existence was disgusting not only to Natalie but also to the mother who bore him, the father who had been cold to him for over a decade, and... Ayden himself. He was the embodiment of Natalie's control desire. He was the synonym for filth.

And from that day on, Wayne's life trajectory completely changed.

He put away all the softness in his heart, and he wrapped himself tightly in an armored shell with stingers, not allowing anyone to approach.

The girl who rescued him from the water was an exception.