The people nearby had actually started whispering quietly.
"Just now, soone ntioned that the man in hospital garb looked like Silas Hawthorne, but we weren’t sure because Silas was supposedly still in the hospital. But now it seems..."
"Yeah, just now Jasper Ford called him Silas. Who else would Jasper call by that na if not Silas Hawthorne?"
"Oh my god, if it really is Silas... I rember he was shot at the wedding before, right? A thousand steps and he went all the way up on his knees? Could he take it? What is he praying for?"
The person imdiately got smacked.
"Why are you hitting ?"
The other person rolled his eyes and said, "Isn’t it obvious? I heard Serena Sterling is still in life-threatening condition!"
...
It’s not just offline, the internet was abuzz too.
#Silas Hawthorne kneels every three steps up Corvale, just to pray for Serena’s safety#
In an instant, it topped the trending searches.
Countless people ca to witness it.
There was already news about this before, but it was early morning at the ti, and then it rained, so no one confird who it was.
Now that it was confird, everyone was shocked.
"Is this real love? I thought people from wealthy families just had a facade."
"I didn’t believe it before when soone said Silas Hawthorne is the ultimate romantic, but now I believe it."
"Could it be just for show? So many steps, did he really kneel every three steps all the way up?"
"It’s true. It first ca out from the mountain climbing enthusiasts, and they have it all recorded in their group. He indeed knelt every three steps without missing one, all the way up."
This shocked the crowd even more.
"Isn’t it said that he just had surgery?"
"Does he not care about his life?"
...
At this mont, Silas Hawthorne finally knelt on the prayer mat at the final destination.
He placed the incense, sincerely praying.
In a hoarse voice, he whispered, "Please, save my wife Serena. She has suffered too much in her life. I, Silas Hawthorne, am willing to trade everything."
Finishing that sentence, he gazed awhile longer.
Sunlight slanted down, reflecting bright golden rays.
He wanted to stand up, but the next mont, everything went black, and he fainted.
"Silas!"
Jasper Ford reacted quickly and imdiately caught Silas Hawthorne.
Silas was soaking wet, and there was already blood seeping from his left shoulder.
Jasper had been anxiously following Silas.
He knew Silas wouldn’t stop until he achieved his goal, but he also had to be prepared.
Luckily, Jasper often ca here and was familiar with many people.
"His condition is unstable. I must quickly take him back," Jasper told the people nearby, "Sorry."
Everyone said nothing, just shook their heads, letting out a long sigh.
Silas was carried down the mountain.
If there was still doubt before about who he was, now it was fully confird.
He seed in bad shape.
He had already passed out, face pale, with bloodstains on his hospital gown.
So of it was from his knees from kneeling, and so from his hands and chest—it didn’t look good.
There were also reporters at the foot of the mountain who ca to see what really was happening.
Jasper directly told them to leave.
"Can’t you see he’s in bad condition?" Jasper scolded, "Silas ca here just for Serena, nothing else. Stop watching!"
Only then did people make way.
Yet during this, they still snapped many photos of Silas.
It’s being spread everywhere.
By now, Silas had been brought back.
Carried all the way into the surgery room, everything was made ready.
When they returned, he was pushed into Serena’s family waiting room.
Silas was still unconscious, face white as a sheet.
The few people present looked at Serena lying inside and Silas outside, their eyes red.
"It’s my fault. I knew Silas would try anything at this ti, and yet I told him about the matter at Corvale," Jasper said, self-blaming.
June Hawthorne shook her head, saying, "It’s not your problem. These days have been... we truly have no other options."
Orion Hawthorne cried out loud, "If Serena really... what will my brother do then?"
Everyone fell silent.
No one knew what to do.
No one knew how much ti passed before Silas finally woke up.
He stared at the pale ceiling and for a mont, didn’t know where he was.
The air was filled with the sll of disinfectant.
mories slowly returned.
Did he succeed?
Did heaven hear his prayers?
What about his Serena...
Silas tried to get up.
"Brother, don’t scare ," June Hawthorne pressed him down, red-eyed, "If you want to do sothing, tell first!"
Orion also wailed.
Clara Huxley let out a long sigh.
Silas looked around a bit.
He realized where he was now.
He glanced at Serena inside, then turned back, looking at the few people present.
"Sorry, I worried you all," he began to say.
After pausing for a mont, he continued, "I should act more maturely and not be willful."
All these years, he had always been like this.
He was the pillar of the family; his mother and siblings needed him to hold it together.
He couldn’t fall, had to keep his emotions unaffected, handle things smoothly, be reliable and mature, trustworthy.
But now, he discovered he couldn’t do it anymore.
Perhaps everyone’s tolerance has limits, and right now, his mind was filled with her.
All he wanted was for her to get better.
No matter how ridiculous his actions seed to others, he just needed her to recover.
He simply couldn’t lose her.
He couldn’t face a life without her.
"Can you give so ti?" Silas pleaded.
"Brother..." June cried calling him.
"I want to be alone with Serena for a while, could I?" Silas gently asked, gazing absently at a white wall.
Everyone exchanged glances and then turned to leave together.
Yet as they exited, they all took a worried glance back at him.
The door closed.
Silas turned to look at Serena inside.
Her body was still filled with tubes, evidently rescued back.
Silas moved closer until he leaned against that piece of glass.
His eyes were rimd red.
Then, as if recalling sothing, he suddenly laughed, but his laughter was worse than crying.
"Serena, I’ve beco so strange," Silas said sadly, "I never knew that I could be so fragile, so easily broken."
Lost control over so many things, reckless.
"I always thought careful planning, strategic managent, coupled with moderate risk, would always yield a favorable outco, but I think, I was wrong."
He held onto the glass, looking at her face, eyes deep with agony: "I have no more solutions, I’m begging you, Serena, please get better, alright?"
"I can’t be without you."
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