Chapter 506: Chapter 506: That Is Her Granddaughter
Old Mr. Vaughn was aware that Ian Vaughn was bringing Ann Vaughn back today.
Although it was just speculation, upon seeing Ann Vaughn’s face, he could almost confirm her identity.
He originally intended to inform his wife after the situation had definite results, but unexpectedly, she took the initiative to come downstairs and went to the dining room where she saw the child.
And recognized her instantly.
Back then, Old Mrs. Vaughn was quicker than Old Mrs. Sheridan in picking up Sweetie from the crib, playing with her for a long while until reluctantly passing her to Old Mrs. Sheridan, who was on the verge of getting upset.
Being the first elder to hold her, Old Mrs. Vaughn had a very special affection for her.
Thus, even when Ian Vaughn and Old Mr. Vaughn saw Ann Vaughn for the first time, they instinctively thought she was Paige Sherman; only Old Mrs. Vaughn managed to sense it from a mere side glance.
That was her Sweetie.
Old Mr. Vaughn could have held back but seeing Old Mrs. Vaughn crying and laughing, saying it was her Sweetie, his slightly clouded eyes gradually welled up.
If not for some remaining rationality, Old Mr. Vaughn might have wanted to join his wife in the dining room to reclaim that girl.
But fearing it might shock her too much, he could only quietly take a few glances at her from here.
To make up for the past twenty years, having never watched her grow up.
Due to emotional agitation, Old Mrs. Vaughn’s condition acted up, and she suddenly fainted; the entire family’s doctor and nutritionist at Viridian Palace were summoned.
When Ian Vaughn unexpectedly received the news and hurried from the dining room upstairs, he saw Old Mrs. Vaughn unconscious with tears at the corner of her eyes, instantly feeling regret.
He shouldn’t have been so hasty; he should have waited until the results came out before bringing Ann Vaughn to see the elders.
No one knows a son better than his father, Old Mr. Vaughn could see his thoughts at a glance, and patted his shoulder to comfort him, "It’s not your fault; if your mom hadn’t seen that girl today, I’m afraid... it would have been much worse."
A look of shock flashed in Ian Vaughn’s eyes, "What?"
"Your mom always had the habit of writing in her diary, but ever since she got sick, she hasn’t written anymore; I’ve neglected to check it."
Sensing something, Ian Vaughn’s hands involuntarily clenched.
Old Mr. Vaughn sighed, then continued, "Her desire to live has waned day by day; I should have realized it earlier, but I didn’t expect... she would choose today, after cooking us a meal, to decide to end her own life."
Hidden under the mattress in the room were several sharp knives and a whole bottle of sleeping pills; if she hadn’t contemplated suicide earlier, she couldn’t have prepared these things in such a short time.
But accidents always come unexpectedly; just as Old Mrs. Vaughn decided to take one last look at Ian Vaughn before leaving, she saw Ann Vaughn.
Recognizing her precious granddaughter at a glance, how could Old Mrs. Vaughn still bear to die? She had to live well, to make up for all the guilt towards her over those years.
Just when Ian Vaughn was stunned by Old Mr. Vaughn’s words and didn’t know what to say, the room echoed with the doctors’ delighted voice, "The old lady is awake!"
Old Mr. Vaughn’s face lit up with joy and he quickly went into the room to accompany his wife.
Ian Vaughn stood still, his light-colored eyes finally losing the fear after a long while, then he took out his phone and dialed a number.
"Send the DNA test results to my email by midnight at the latest."
In the afternoon, in the back hill, he quietly pulled out two strands of Ann Vaughn’s hair when she wasn’t paying attention and immediately sent them to a specialized institution for testing upon return.
Over the years, they had been deceived by people with ulterior motives numerous times using this matter, and he had to be cautious.
"Oh, what a coincidence, your nephew sent over hair samples yesterday for us to test and is pressing even harder than you." Muttered the personnel on the other end.
Wilder?
Ian Vaughn raised an eyebrow, a sudden speculation flashed in his mind, then instructed them, "When his test results are out, don’t send it to him; send me a copy first."
"Good that you mentioned; I was just about to send it to him... alright, you wait there."
After hanging up, Ian Vaughn estimated and waited about five minutes, and finally, Wilder Sheridan’s test results were sent over.
A set of three copies, signed by Stanley Sheridan, Eli Sheridan, and Wilder Sheridan respectively.
This kid is quite cautious.
Thinking this, Ian Vaughn quickly scanned through the results from top to bottom; the more he read, the more amazing the light in his light-colored eyes became.
After a while, Ian Vaughn contained his inner excitement and joy and called Wilder.
Perhaps he was waiting for the test report; Wilder instantly answered, "Uncle? I’m a bit busy right now, can I call you back later?"
Ever since Paige Sherman left, the relationship between Vaughn and Sheridan families had dropped to freezing point; when Ian Vaughn was young, he even arrogantly hung a sign at Viridian Palace’s entrance saying "Stanley Sheridan and dogs are not allowed."
But Vaughn’s family had never intentionally alienated Eli Sheridan and Wilder Sheridan, especially Ian Vaughn, who remained the closest to them.
"You’re waiting for Ann Vaughn and your blood relation test report, aren’t you?" Right after asking, Ian Vaughn responded swiftly.
Wilder Sheridan almost thoughtlessly responded, "How do you know?"
Indeed.
Ian Vaughn covered his face with one hand, letting out a soft laugh, the sound both suppressed and like a rapturous glee upon regaining hope, with a hint of caution.
He waited for this day year after year, ten years on top of ten.
Soon after, Ian Vaughn didn’t care about Wilder’s repeated inquiries on the phone, directly hanging up, then walked into the room.
Wilder Sheridan: ???
Was his uncle just teasing him with this call??
Whether Ian Vaughn was teasing Wilder, he didn’t know, but Ann Vaughn sitting in the Vaughn family’s living room, nearly asleep, had begun to wonder if he was deliberately leaving her hanging.
But there was no need.
If Ian Vaughn had any malintent towards her, there wouldn’t be a need to secretly help her.
She should be patient and wait for him to come over and ask him to send her back to the hotel—one can’t catch a taxi here.
Thinking this way, but after sitting half day plane, busy negotiating cooperation and collecting medicinal herbs, when busy she felt nothing, now sitting quietly for a while, she felt a bit sleepy.
She leaned her head against the soft sofa, her vision gradually blurred, and soon fell asleep.
...
Though she fell asleep, Ann Vaughn’s sleep was far from peaceful.
There were always voices constantly sounding by her ear, strangely enough, despite being nagging, it wasn’t annoying at all, rather it was heartwarming.
"Look how soundly she’s sleeping, this cuteness is just like when she used to nap in her crib as a baby, I have to take more pictures."
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