Playtime's Over, CEO: She's Really Done With You-Chapter 510: Serena, I Can’t Live Without You

Chapter 510: Chapter 510: Serena, I Can’t Live Without You

The people nearby had actually started whispering quietly.

"Just now, someone mentioned 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 name if not Silas Hawthorne?"

"Oh my god, if it really is Silas... I remember 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 immediately got smacked.

"Why are you hitting me?"

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 came to witness it.

There was already news about this before, but it was early morning at the time, and then it rained, so no one confirmed who it was.

Now that it was confirmed, everyone was shocked.

"Is this real love? I thought people from wealthy families just had a facade."

"I didn’t believe it before when someone 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 came 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 moment, 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 moment, everything went black, and he fainted.

"Silas!"

Jasper Ford reacted quickly and immediately 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 came 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 confirmed.

He seemed in bad shape.

He had already passed out, face pale, with bloodstains on his hospital gown.

Some of it was from his knees from kneeling, and some from his hands and chest—it didn’t look good.

There were also reporters at the foot of the mountain who came to see what really was happening.

Jasper directly told them to leave.

"Can’t you see he’s in bad condition?" Jasper scolded, "Silas came 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. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

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 time, 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 time passed before Silas finally woke up.

He stared at the pale ceiling and for a moment, didn’t know where he was.

The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant.

Memories slowly returned.

Did he succeed?

Did heaven hear his prayers?

What about his Serena...

Silas tried to get up.

"Brother, don’t scare me," June Hawthorne pressed him down, red-eyed, "If you want to do something, tell me 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 moment, 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 seemed 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 me some time?" 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 rimmed red.

Then, as if recalling something, he suddenly laughed, but his laughter was worse than crying.

"Serena, I’ve become 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 management, coupled with moderate risk, would always yield a favorable outcome, 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."