The Secret Heir's Return to Wealth and Love novel Chapter 1940

"Honey, it’s no problem." Rosalynn said in a gentle tone.

"When I get busy, I sometimes overlook the small stuff too." She walked ahead, looping her arm through Wayne's, "This isn't the shirt you had on this morning."

"I got that one dirty." Wayne replied, "Honey, today was an exception, no matter how busy I get in the future, I promise I'll keep in touch with you."

"Alright." Rosalynn's hand softly caressed Wayne's back, "If you say so, I'll do the same."

The couple continued their conversation as they headed towards the elevator.

Ivy loved seeing her parents being affectionate. She happily trailed behind them.d2

Suddenly, she noticed something.

"Dad."

Wayne and Rosalynn both turned their heads towards her.

"What is it, sweetheart?" Wayne asked.

Ivy glanced at Wayne's leg, then looked up, "Dad, where's your walking stick?"

Wayne was caught off guard.

Ableson, who was following behind Ivy, was also taken aback.

He'd been sensing something off about Wayne.

His walking stick!

Wayne hadn't been using it since he got out of the cab.

He looked perfectly normal while walking, nothing seemed amiss.

"Right, where's your walking stick?" Rosalynn instinctively looked at Ableson, "In the car?"

"I think he left it at the meeting place." Ableson responded quickly.

"Dad can walk just fine without his stick, he's gotten better!" Ivy shouted with joy, "I saw it, Dad walks just fine now!"

"Really?" Rosalynn turned to Wayne.

Thinking back... she hadn't seen him limping earlier.

In Wayne's mind, memories of his walking stick began to rewind.

The persistent sound of dripping water slowly faded.

"Mr. Silverman." Larkin's voice echoed from the bottom of the stairs.

Wayne shifted his gaze.

He was carrying a bunch of milkshakes he had just bought.

Normally, Larkin wouldn't let Erica have these drinks.

But now, Erica's happiness was more important than anything, so Larkin let it slide.

“Want one?” Larkin lifted his hand in offer.

Wayne politely shook his head.

Larkin looked at Wayne but didn’t immediately leave, "Mr. Silverman, are you hurt?”

Wayne expressionless, waved his hand a bit, "I just nicked myself shaving, no big deal. Why?”

“Your injury hasn’t fully healed, you need to take it easy. You look a bit pale.” After Larkin finished, he pointed towards the living room, “I’ll head over there now.”