Playtime's Over, CEO: She's Really Done With You-Chapter 509: Three Steps, One Bow, Praying

Jasper Ford supported Silas Hawthorne to sit in a chair beside him, his eyes slightly red.

"Serena will get better," Jasper Ford said softly, "She’s been through so much, this time she’ll definitely pull through!"

But even as he said this, he wasn’t very confident.

"Alright, it’s already night now. Tomorrow morning, I’ll go to the temple on the mountain top in the east to pray for Serena. I often go there; it’s very effective, Serena will certainly be alright!" Jasper Ford said.

Silas Hawthorne looked at the trees outside the window, constantly blown by the wind.

"Is it very effective?" he asked.

Jasper Ford nodded and said, "Sincerity brings results."

"Sincerity brings results..." Silas Hawthorne softly repeated Jasper Ford’s words.

He withdrew his gaze and once again looked toward Serena Sterling’s emergency room.

Jasper Ford received a phone call and went to the side to answer it.

Silas Hawthorne was the only one left there.

Silas Hawthorne gazed at the tightly shut door of the emergency room, his eyes filled with sadness.

After a while, Jasper Ford hung up the phone and returned, only to find Silas Hawthorne, who had been sitting in the chair, was gone.

"Silas?" Jasper Ford looked around and asked the caregivers if they had seen him.

The caregiver looked puzzled, "Wasn’t Mr. Hawthorne just with you?"

Jasper Ford called Silas Hawthorne, but no one answered.

Jasper Ford also checked Seraphina’s ward but found no trace of Silas Hawthorne.

"Where did Silas go?" Jasper Ford was a bit anxious, "It’s only been a few days, and his injuries haven’t healed yet!"

Jasper Ford immediately called Orion Hawthorne and June Hawthorne.

But he still couldn’t find him.

...

The mountain east of Aeston is the tallest in the entire area; many people like to come here to watch the sunrise.

There is also a temple here, so in the early hours, some enthusiasts would climb the mountain.

But they found something different today.

Upon reaching halfway up the mountain, they spotted someone in patient clothes climbing.

Two people exchanged a glance, then saw others, who all waved to them.

They immediately walked over.

"What’s going on?" one person asked softly.

"Three steps and a kowtow," another replied, "Not sure what they’re praying for."

The first person widened their eyes, glancing at the man whose face wasn’t clear in the patient clothes beside them.

Just saw him step onto the stairs, then kneel.

His patient clothes were already worn, bleeding at the knees, but still continuing.

The person looked back, gazing at the long staircase.

Step after step, seeming never-ending, and this was only halfway.

Covering their mouth in surprise, "Kneeling all the way up?"

The other nodded, taking out a phone, handing it to them.

"It’s all over the group chat; everyone coming up the path saw him."

"My God, this must have taken hours; it’s thousands of steps from the base to the peak!"

"Yeah, we don’t know who it is."

Everyone shook their heads.

The sky was very dark; no one dared to approach; they stayed far away, not daring to randomly take pictures.

At some point, the rain began.

Several hikers cursed the inaccurate weather forecast, all seeking shelter.

But that man in patient clothes remained undeterred, soaked to the bone, continuing one step at a time.

Joints hurt badly, legs too.

The raindrops on his body were cold.

Yet Silas Hawthorne didn’t stop.

Sincerity brings results.

He hoped his beloved Serena would recover.

[God, if you can hear me, please grant my wish, save my wife Serena Sterling, I’m willing to trade anything.]

The rain poured down harder.

Dense, almost indistinct.

But Silas Hawthorne continued step by step.

With each step upward came memories of beautiful times with Serena Sterling.

They went on dates together.

Accompanied Seraphina in piano sessions.

Both planned many things together, completing them one by one, sharing smiles upon completion.

The many surprises he gave her, loving to see her surprised smile.

The little cakes he brought, she always loved them, eating with full cheeks, very cute.

He loved feeding her because she was really too thin.

And all her transformations.

Starting from merely feeling a slight affection for him to gradually becoming familiar with each other.

He remembered the scene when she started calling him SIlas that day.

They both had tears but were happy.

Pinching each other’s noses, competing to hold their breath.

Finally, laughing together on the sofa.

And their wedding.

Heaven knows, seeing her walk towards him in her wedding dress made him so nervous.

She was so beautiful, like a princess, beautiful enough to make him afraid of defiling her.

Thinking back on these things felt as though they were a long, long time ago.

Yet it had been only a few days ago...

Silas Hawthorne climbed step by step, kowtowing every three steps.

The rain was heavy, his tears mingling with it, indistinct.

They had promised to be together forever.

No one could break that promise.

A sharp pain in the heart, Silas Hawthorne nearly couldn’t stand.

He opened his eyes, looking at the gradually brightening sky and the high temple.

"Please..." His voice was hoarse, "save her..."

...

[A devotee kneeling every three steps on Corvale, won’t leave even in the rain.]

This news initially spread among enthusiast groups, and soon, it was all over online.

Curious people planned to check it out at dawn.

At this moment, Jasper Ford was startled upon seeing the message.

"I may know where SIlas is..." Jasper Ford said, eyes reddening.

The car drove quickly to the foot of the eastern mountain.

Several people hurriedly went up.

The rain had already stopped, the sky was bright.

By this moment, Silas Hawthorne had climbed the last step.

The physical pain nearly made him collapse.

But he still walked forward two steps, kneeling again.

"I beg..."

Before his voice fell, the temple doors opened at this moment.

Sunlight slanted down, Silas Hawthorne slowly stood upright, looking forward, seemingly seeing the bright golden light behind layers of doors.

"Silas!"

"My God, I saw online someone climbing Corvale overnight, kneeling every three steps, I knew it was you! Your injuries haven’t healed yet..."

Jasper Ford immediately wanted to support Silas Hawthorne up, but Silas Hawthorne merely pushed him away, shaking his head.

He continued forward, all the way forward.

"Silas!" Jasper Ford didn’t know what to do.

Those who came along held him back, "He won’t stop."

"Oh dear!" Jasper Ford stomped anxiously, "It’s all my fault, I told him last night how powerful this place was!"

Jasper Ford turned his head, looking down the mountain from here, it was an endless staircase of stone.

He felt even more guilty.