Chapter 1938


    Wayne was stunned for a second, following the shocked gaze of the boy, he slowly looked down at his


    own wrist.


    His ck shirt cor 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 ambnce!” The boy said.


    “It’s okay!” Wayne stopped him almost reflexively.


    “I got injured earlier, must’ve identally knocked the wound open, I can handle it. Wayne’s face and


    tone chilled. He pulled out his wallet and ced 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.


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    Looking at the still bleeding wound, Wayne’s face twisted in difort.


    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


    By then, the razor de 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 mostmon answer was that he might be suffering from Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder.


    With a nk 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 hadmitted a grave sin by tarnishing this ce.