Chapter 1322
Aiden sat quietly by the bed, watching Darwin scribble away. "I have a diary too," he said.
Darwin didn't even glance up.
Aiden pressed on, "I remember now. You have it, don't you?"
Darwin's hand froze mid-sentence.
From the corner of his eye, he noticed Aiden's scars getting worse. Bruises formed around Aiden's neck, old whip marks on his arms turned fresh, and the wounds split open, showing raw, bloody flesh.
Tears streamed down Aiden's face as he looked at Darwin. "The diary is proof of Mom's crimes, but it became the chain that binds you. I'm sorry."
Darwin's eyes turned blood-red.
The monitor on his wrist started blaring.
Hubert rushed in from the lab in no time.
Darwin had a brief episode of spontaneous asphyxiation.
It took until late to calm him down.
Hubert sat across from him, his hair slightly damp with sweat. "Darwin, what did you see? Who spoke to you?"
"The diary," Darwin said, lying pale on the white bed, his tall frame sinking into it.
Hubert looked a bit surprised.
"I remember when he first showed up," Darwin said, staring into space, tears in his eyes.
No one had ever seen Darwin so vulnerable.
It felt like he was back to the day he found out about his origins.
Darwin, once the golden boy, suddenly became a monster, crushing Anniston's hopes in a conspiracy.
Darwin hysterically questioned Brooke. She slapped him hard, then grabbed his shoulders tightly, her gaze colder than ever. "Fine, if you give up being the heir to the Solomon Group, Anniston will be a complete disaster to me, and I'll make sure she gets kicked out of the Solomon Group immediately! If you don't want to be the heir, plenty of people will beg me to help them become the heir! I'm not a Solomon, I don't need to keep the heir's position for the Solomon family! Darwin, remember, if you want to protect everything you care about, you can only be Anniston's son! Otherwise, you'll doom everyone!"
Darwin's ears buzzed.
The world around him twisted and became grotesque.
The diary fell heavily in his mind, splattering thick blood everywhere. It opened on its own, and every page was filled with Aiden's cries.
Those words turned into invisible chains and shackles, striking Darwin hard. His face burned with intense heat.
He stared at the once-kindly Brooke with terror that felt like an endless ocean, engulfing him completely.
That night, Aiden appeared before Darwin for the first time.
He was in tattered clothes, barefoot and covered in scars, standing behind Brooke, looking at Darwin with pity, tears rolling down his face.
He held the diary in his arms.
His mouth moved.
Only now did Darwin finally hear the words Aiden had been saying behind Brooke all those years ago: "I'm sorry."
The first time Aiden appeared, Darwin's brain quickly processed the scene, causing him to forget it entirely. It made him bury the memory of Aiden, who had appeared at the very beginning of the story, deep within his subconscious.
Until Darwin's body and mind suffered continuous trauma.
The things locked in his subconscious escaped, becoming one nightmare after another for Darwin.
"It's a good thing you're remembering," Hubert said, gently patting Darwin's hand. "It means you're starting to heal. You have to find the source to put an end to it."
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