The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love
Chapter 1981

Chapter 1981

The child's background was eerily similar to his own past.

Suddenly, it dawned on Wayne. Maybe this was a divine chance to right his own wrongs, to rescue his past self by saving this boy.

"Why can't you be my dad?" The boy sobbed, clinging onto Wayne.

Together, they wandered around the small town for the entire day.

As the afternoon rolled in, the boy's emotions gradually stabilized.

"Sir, thank you for comforting me and for sharing your stories with me. I've thought about it, and I want to be brave and strong like you. I want to find out who I am, without them!" Wayne looked at him, worried. "What will you do if she hurt you again when you return?"

"I'll call the police!"

"And remember, you can always come to me. If she hurts you, I'll get my people to take care of it."

The boy nodded vigorously. "Sir, you've been with me all day. Your wife must be worried. You should go back."

Wayne sighed, staring at his shoes. "She's still mad at me. Darn, I forgot to talk with her during lunch..."

Pulling out his cell phone, he planned to call Rosalynn. But, with a slip of his hand, the phone plunged into the lake.

He had promised Rosalynn to check in and now he had lost track of time. Without a second thought, he dove into the murky lake after his phone.

When Wayne scrambled back onto the shore, his phone was gone.

And so was the boy.

Completely drenched and feeling miserable, Wayne was about to check if he had spare clothes in his car when a cry of pain echoed through the air. The voice was unmistakably the boy's.

Rushing towards the sound, he found a man in a nearby store, holding the boy by his collar, and slapping him repeatedly.

Without hesitation, Wayne landed a powerful kick on the man. He was trained, and the man was caught off guard.

He didn't have a chance to dodge as Wayne's fists rained down on him.

Pulled away by the crowd, Wayne watched as the man, bloodied and cowering in a corner, seemed to be shouting at him.

The boy, huddled in a corner, was crying out, begging Wayne to stop hurting his dad.

Wayne's ears were ringing.

It took him a moment to realize that the boy being beaten was not the boy he had spent the day with, but a complete stranger. "Call the police! Arrest this lunatic!"

The man clutched his bleeding nose, crying out to the gathering crowd.

"I was disciplining my own damn kid, and this lunatic just comes in and beat me up!"

"Old Joe, not to blame you, but you were hitting the kid pretty hard.

Even passers-by couldn't stand it!"

"Exactly! Look at the kid's face."

After a commotion, Wayne was taken away by the arriving police officer.

The officer quickly recognized him. Shocked, he suggested, "Mr. Silverman, you need someone to bail you out. Do you... have a cell phone?"

Drenched from head to toe, Wayne had nowhere to keep a phone.

He shook his head.

The officer promptly said, "No worries. What's your wife's number?

I'll reach out to her for you!"