Rise Of The Belittled Son-In-Law.

Wayne's Father

The first thing Wayne noticed as he regained consciousness was the steady beeping of the heart monitor.

As Wayne's senses slowly returned, he could feel his fingers twitching and then his toes. The scent of antiseptic crept into his nose. He heard two unfamiliar voices murmuring, both men.

"I think he's awake," one said softly.

"Thank God, I thought I had lost him," the other replied with relief.

Wayne gently began to open his eyes. The room seemed blurry for a few seconds until his vision became clearer.

Gradually, Wayne made out the figure of a man in white scrubs and another man who looked muscular for his age.

"My son, you're awake!" the older man exclaimed as he approached Wayne.

"Where am I?" Wayne asked, bewildered.

"You're in my house, Wayne," the man explained.

"Why am I in a hospital and why are you calling me your son? Who are you?" Wayne questioned. "Wait a minute. I think I've seen this guy before. He is with Drex when they attacked me!"

"What the hell?!" Wayne yelled as loudly as he could, "You ordered your men to kill me, and the next thing I know, you're treating me and calling me your son."

"I'm sorry, Wayne. I ordered them to take you back, and they misunderstood. Don't worry, they have been punished.  Please forgive me." Mr. Bruce said, his eyes filling with tears.

"You've really grown up," Mr. Bruce remarked, reaching out for Wayne's hair

But Wayne moved back so Mr. Bruce's fingers wouldn't touch his head.

"Hey, I think you're mistaken. I have a father, and it was my father who owed your men a loan that they borrowed from him. That was the root of the problem. I'm sorry, but I'm the wrong guy," Wayne said.

Mr. Bruce's lips curved up.

"I had a DNA test done by my personal doctor, Mr. Luke." He said, pointing to the doctor standing behind Mr. Bruce with a warm smile.

"I knew you'd be skeptical, so I had to clear up any doubts," he said, handing Wayne an envelope.

“I don’t believe this piece of paper. Who knows, it may be fake!” Wayne was skeptical.

“Well, how about this?” Mr. Bruce showed a picture of a little boy.

“How did you get a picture of me when I was little? I don't even have that one!”

“Wayne, please calm down. I’ll tell you everything.” Mr. Bruce sat on the bed where Wayne was lying.

Wayne moved away from Mr. Bruce, and he wasn't comfortable for some reason.

“It all started when I was young. I had a lot of money for a guy my age, and it was too much for me to handle. I got too excited. I mean, it was overwhelming knowing how much power and fame my wealth was bringing me. Then, because of that, I got involved in a gang. It gave me more power and control over everything. But not until I met your mother.”

“She made me realize I needed to stop doing the bad things I was doing. She was right. I needed a good life, but more importantly, I needed to settle down and have a family. That's when you came along.”

“My gang members didn't like the idea of me leaving them, so they decided to eliminate me. They tried to kill me on multiple occasions, but every time, I would always find a way to escape.”

"A few years later, it was your eleventh birthday. Your mom and I were on our way to the park when we heard gunshots. We ran back to our apartment, and some men broke in."

“I tried to take you and your mom to the safe room, but I heard a gunshot. I turned to see your mom on the floor, bleeding to death. One of the men had shot her in the chest, and sadly, I couldn't save her.

Mr. Bruce said, his eyes filling with tears, though he tried to control them. He couldn't hold it in.

Wayne wondered why Mr. Bruce looked so upset, but then he started crying like a baby.

“I don’t remember anything.” Wayne said softly.

“I know, I had to hand you over to one of my guards so that he could take you to one of my safe houses, then I would be able to handle the men on my own. But I had no idea that one of the gang members had followed you both. After dealing with the men, I later heard that you both got involved in an accident. I looked for you, but I couldn't find you, not even your body. I kept looking for years until I had no choice but to give up.“ Mr. Bruce said.

“My dad told me I got involved in an accident and no one wanted to take me. I kept crying for help, and then he had pity on me. That's how he adopted me, but I don't remember everything that happened before that, Mr. Bruce." Wayne said that realizing Mr. Bruce was actually his biological father helped him connect the dots between their stories.

“I know you must have been traumatized, which led to you losing your memory. I miss you, son. I couldn't stop thinking about you and your mother all this time. And here you are, finally. I have someone to inherit all of my wealth!"

“Inherit your wealth?” Wayne inquired.

“Yes, son. You'll have to take over all of my companies. You're a quick learner, and even if you lost your old memories, you didn't lose the fighting skills I taught you. I'm so proud of you. Besides, I'm old enough to retire now, aren't I?” Mr. Bruce said.

"Take over your...company?" Wayne asked, his eyes wide. All of a sudden, he didn't seem to understand what his father was talking about.

"I already told my people to transfer 300,000 dollars to your card. Use it as your pocket money." Mr. Bruce laughed, "This is my first gift for you, my dear son."