CHAPTER 39: CHAPTER 39: WYATT BEHAVES

Serena Sinclair entered through the door and headed straight to the third floor.

Nothing in the audiovisual room.

Nothing on the balcony either.

When she reached the second-floor terrace, she saw 2S eating a can of food.

A can of rabbit meat the size of a palm, it took mouthfuls, gnawing so fiercely that bits of meat flew everywhere.

Upon hearing the sound, it merely glanced back at Serena Sinclair, not stopping its eating motion at all.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn’t seem like it’s fasting.

The old butler beside them wore an expression of calm composure, showing not a hint of embarrassment, "Young master coaxed it all night and even called a doctor to give it a nutrition injection. Just as the driver set off, I told it you were coming, I guess it understood."

???

What happened to the rule that animals can’t become spirits after the founding of the nation?

Look at the serious old butler.

Then look at the ravenously eating 2S.

Serena Sinclair felt at ease, "Where is Wyatt?"

The old butler’s previously smooth old skin instantly scrunched up, "In the bedroom on the first floor. He refuses to come out or let us in, even chased the doctor away."

Serena Sinclair turned around.

The old butler followed, muttering all the way, "Young master has been like this since he was little, hates medicine and injections when sick, just toughs it out. He was feeling unwell this morning, but we didn’t notice, he even went to the office for a meeting, then came back looking sickly and locked himself in the bedroom."

"Ms. Sinclair, sorry for the trouble!"

He escorted Serena Sinclair to the door of the master bedroom, sighed, and went towards the kitchen.

Knock, knock!

"Wyatt?"

Knock, knock!

"Wyatt, it’s Serena Sinclair..."

No response.

Serena Sinclair reached out and grasped the doorknob.

With a slight motion, the lock turned open.

A strong scent of cold pine surged, and Serena Sinclair felt as if she had stepped into a cold, dark pine forest.

"Wyatt?"

As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, Serena Sinclair walked to the bedside, touched the screen, and the curtains slowly slid open.

In the blue-black pillows and blankets, Wyatt’s eyebrows were furrowed tightly, his face pale.

A thin layer of sweat had already appeared on his forehead.

She reached out to touch him, and the heat was shocking.

"Wyatt? Wyatt?"

Calling softly, but there was no response.

Serena Sinclair got up and went outside, fetched a medicine box from the old butler, and returned to the bedroom.

Having taken care of Adrian Lockwood and Miles Lockwood for so many years, Serena Sinclair was quite experienced with common illnesses like colds and fevers.

Wyatt had no previous medical history.

The weather had been unpredictable lately.

He most likely caught a cold after staying up late last night, leading to reduced immunity and resulting in a flu-like cold.

She fed him an ibuprofen pill.

And applied a cooling fever patch.

In just a few minutes, Wyatt’s brows visibly relaxed.

Serena Sinclair’s expression eased slightly.

The old butler outside let out a breath.

"What flavor of porridge does he like? Have the kitchen make a bowl, and when the fever subsides and he feels hungry, let him have some to eat."

"Okay."

"Also, tonight, if you could..."

"Ms. Sinclair!"

As if deciphering Serena Sinclair’s intention to leave, the old butler pleaded, "Young master has this rule, after dinner, no one is allowed to stay here. It’s been unbroken for so many years. Could you possibly lend a hand and help to the end?"

Serena Sinclair hesitated for a moment.

The old butler, along with the head chef and servants, had already left in unison.

The large villa suddenly fell quiet.

Only the scent of plain rice porridge wafted gently from the kitchen pot.

Serena Sinclair: ...

Returning to the bedroom, Wyatt had already fallen asleep, a curled-up 2S in his arms.

Upon seeing Serena Sinclair, 2S seemed to just realize she had arrived.

Stood up, "Meow..."

Serena Sinclair moved forward, sat at the bedside, and gently petted its head, softly scolding, "How come you’re not behaving at all, huh?"

Meow!

2S nestled into Serena Sinclair’s embrace, feeling wronged.

Serena Sinclair gave a start when Wyatt grabbed her hand, instinctively trying to shake free.

Wyatt held on tighter.

"Wyatt’s good..."

Grasping Serena Sinclair’s hand against his cheek, Wyatt murmured dreamily, "Wyatt is the best..."

By his expression, it was clear he must have mistaken her for his mother.

Serena Sinclair felt a softness in her heart.

Let him be.

Not long after, Wyatt’s fever broke.

His brow relaxed.

The hand gripping tightly also loosened.

A sound of even, gentle breathing followed.

After watching for another half hour, and the fever did not recur.

Serena Sinclair tiptoed quietly out of the bedroom.

The servants had left, and the old butler assumed she would stay tonight.

Clearly, leaving was no longer an option.

Since she was already here, she might as well make herself at home.

She served herself a bowl of plain porridge, drank it, and stood in the living room looking upstairs, immediately feeling a bit troubled.

There was no guest bedroom, every room was a master bedroom.

So... where could she sleep?

She couldn’t possibly sleep on the sofa, right?

2S adeptly scampered upstairs, Serena Sinclair’s eyes lit up.

After washing her face and rinsing her mouth in the bathroom, Serena Sinclair headed upstairs to the audiovisual room.

The system had been updated, opening the large screen revealed only recently released new films.

Among them were numerous classics she adored.

And even a few obscure indie films that hadn’t been screened in the country and couldn’t be found in high-definition online.

Serena Sinclair felt that her trip had paid off.

As the lights dimmed, the familiar contents began to unfold on the big screen.

Serena Sinclair slept deeply in the comfy massage chair.

...

When Wyatt woke up, only one thought occupied his mind.

To die.

The original plan was to fake illness to lure Serena Sinclair over.

Once she was occupied with other people and matters, the chance of Adrian coaxing her would be completely broken.

But Wyatt hadn’t anticipated the love-hate relationship with his own body.

He loved it for being prompt, enduring two rounds of cold showers and entering an air-conditioned room, and falling ill as desired.

He hated it for being overly prompt.

Wyatt couldn’t recall when he last fell sick.

High school?

Or middle school?

Doesn’t remember.

Yet, falling ill today had brought his previous 26 years of face-saving efforts to naught.

Seizing the chance to hold Serena Sinclair’s hand was his selfish intent.

But the muddled "Wyatt is good" and "Wyatt is the best", how did he manage to say that???

At the time, he had no recollection.

But now, as darkness surrounded him, everything that just transpired replayed before his eyes like a movie.

The fleeting scene vividly lingered before him.

Wyatt wanted to die.

Shame!

So damn shameful!!!

What would Serena Sinclair think of him?

Surely, she wouldn’t... think of him as her son?

Covering his eyes with a hand, it dawned on Wyatt what it meant for cleverness to backfire.

Was this an instance of shooting himself in the foot?

Sitting up, his body felt weak and powerless.

Cursed his heart with "self-inflicted suffering is unforgivable" and "you damn well deserved it".

Wyatt got up and left the bedroom.

As the classic music played at the end of the movie, Serena Sinclair opened her eyes and realized she had fallen asleep.

2S was asleep in her arms, snoring softly, its tiny belly rising and falling.

No idea how Wyatt was doing.

Serena Sinclair got up and went out, just reaching the staircase, she saw Wyatt seated at the island counter.

"You’re awake? Feeling better?"

A gentle voice echoed above.

Wyatt froze in place.

Slowly raising his head, just to see Serena Sinclair coming down the stairs.

She hadn’t left?

Or was this an auditory hallucination?

Could he still dig a hole to hide himself in time?

Otherwise, maybe ask Joel Brooks if there’s something in his lab to induce amnesia?

In a flash of thought, countless ideas surged in his mind.

Serena Sinclair had already reached in front of him.