HEAL ME, LOVE ME

Chapter Four

Next Day At The Wayne's Family Mansion.

The Wayne mansion was enveloped in total silence. Its opulent walls screamed of luxury but held no warmth. The air carried a heaviness that pressed down on everyone present. The last time it had been this quiet was when Mr. Ferdinand Wayne was on his sick bed, teetering on the edge of death.

But today, the silence came from shame and outrage.

The long dining table was set with fine china and gleaming silverware, but no one touched their food. The smell of fresh bread and coffee only deepened the nausea in their stomachs. On the table lay the morning newspapers, bold headlines screaming the same thing over and over:

“WAYNE HEIR ARRESTED FOR ASSAULTING HIS WIFE.”

“See, you see what your favorite child is up to.?“ Mr Ferdinand's voice boomed from where he sat at the head of the table.

The outburst caused his wife to flinch. His other children didn't seem fazed by it. Freya Wayne sat next to her husband, her trembling hand hovering over a teacup she hadn’t dared sip. Her eyes were bloodshot, her cheeks pale. She looked ten years older in one night. “My son,” she whispered, staring at Damian’s photo in handcuffs. “How could this… how could this happen?”

At the head of the table sat Ferdinand Wayne himself, his posture stiff, his jaw locked in stone-like silence. His eyes….cold, calculating…..flicked across the newspaper once before he shoved it aside.

“This is a disgrace.” His voice was low but carried like a blade across the room. “Do you have any idea how many calls I’ve had this morning? Investors, board members, government officials….all demanding answers.”

His eldest son, Caleb, slammed his fist against the table, rattling the cutlery. “They’re laughing at us! Damian didn’t just destroy his marriage, he dragged the entire Wayne name through the mud. Do you know what this means for business? For the empire we’ve built?”

"You can't let our son..." Freya tried to say but....

Ferdinand’s eyes snapped to her, sharp enough to silence her mid-sentence. “He needs consequences. He thought his family name made him untouchable. Now the world knows otherwise.”

The servants lingered at the corners of the room, silent and stiff. Even they dared not move, afraid to break the suffocating atmosphere.

From outside, faint voices carried into the mansion—reporters shouting questions at the gates, camera shutters snapping in quick succession. The family could no longer hide behind their iron walls.

Freya clutched her pearls as tears welled in her eyes. “They’ll destroy him.”

Ferdinand leaned back in his chair, eyes cold, voice unyielding. “If he destroys himself, then so be it. But I will not allow him to destroy this family.”

“Dad, calm down. You only just got discharged, you wouldn't want another heart attack or something, would you now?”

That was Caleb. The Wayne's Family had four children and the genders were split evenly amongst them.

“When he brought that girl home, I didn't approve but he insisted that he loved her and now this - this is how he shows his love to his wife” Ferdinand thundered again slamming the newspaper against the dinning table, his wife immediately held his hand, tears dancing on her eyelids.

“ Calm down, you know these outburst are not good for your health”

“ So, what next. Are you bursting him out of jail or what.? Caleb asked taking a sharp sip from his now warm coffee, gaining all eyes on himself, well other than that of April, the youngest.

April sat, quietly scrolling through her phone as if she had better things to do than discuss her brother's life issues.

“ Caleb!“ Came Samantha's chiding voice, she is the eldest of the Wayne children.

“What! It is not like it is the first time “ he countered.

“Caleb! He is your brother “ This time it was their mother.

“I am done. I am done playing dumb, of Damian doesn't end up in jail I am going to fight with every drop of my blood to see him behind bars.“ He declared and stormed out of the dinning room and going upstairs.

“ I still stand by my words, no one from this house is to get involved with this case, and I mean it.“ Ferdinand announced facing his wife, unfazed by his other son's anger. The table fell back into silence

April poked her head up from her phone, glancing briefly at everyone before saying _ “Are we done with whatever this is, I have things to do” she didn't wait for a reply before leaving as well.

“ Why are your children so disrespectful and useless” Ferdinand said rubbing his temples softly in small circles.

“Now, they are my children. Typical. “ Freya spat clearly displeased, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. She also left.

That left Samantha, quietly dabbing her lips with a napkin. She looked her father in the eye. “I hope you’ll let justice prevail this time.” Then she too rose and left.

“Damian, I won’t let you ruin this family,” Ferdinand whispered into the empty room. He waved at the servants to clear the untouched food.

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Hospital, Sydney’s Ward

The sterile scent of antiseptic clung to the air. Machines hummed softly, the steady beep of the heart monitor filling the silence like a fragile promise.

Nessarose sat by Sydney’s bedside, her hand trembling as she dabbed her niece’s forehead with a damp cloth. Sydney looked impossibly fragile, her skin pale, her breaths shallow but steady.

“You know, Damian was arrested yesterday. He’s being held in detention. Awaiting trial.” Nessarose’s voice cracked, but she pressed on. “You will finally get to see him punished. You’ll finally get justice—for yourself, and for Fiona.” Tears slipped down her cheeks as her grip on Sydney’s hand tightened.

The door creaked open. Dr. Evans stepped in, his coat still dusted with the chaos of the night before. His expression was grave, but his eyes held something softer.

“You should know,” he began, voice steady, “Sydney survived what should have been impossible. The surgery was risky… her body was weak, but she fought through it. By every standard, she shouldn’t have made it. But she did. It’s a miracle.”

Nessarose’s lips trembled. She turned back to Sydney, brushing strands of hair from her niece’s face. “You hear that, my darling? You’re a miracle. But you have to wake up. They need your voice in court. I need you. Fiona needs you.”

Her tears dripped onto Sydney’s still hand, the words breaking into a whisper. “Please… please open your eyes.”

And for the first time, a faint twitch stirred at the corner of Sydney’s fingers.