Chapter 496: Chapter 496: It’s Not a Proposal
Ah ah ah!!
Deep inside, Ann Vaughn silently screamed, then she tossed aside the fabric in her hands and dashed into the walk-in closet.
The clothes in the closet were replaced every month, all custom-made to her size and delivered here; even with money, one might not be able to buy the same.
Even the shoes, bags, and accessories were matched according to the style of the clothes.
Concerned that Cyrus Hawthorne might come out of the bathroom at any moment, Ann Vaughn didn’t pay attention to these things; she changed her clothes and grabbed her shoes, making a quick getaway.
So when The great President Hawthorne emerged from the bathroom wearing a white shirt and black trousers, his face darkened when he noticed the empty bed.
Walking back to Azure Gardens from Number 8 was clearly unrealistic, so after raiding the wardrobe, Ann Vaughn also took off in one of Cyrus Hawthorne’s luxury cars.
Azure Gardens Apartments.
Ann Vaughn dragged herself, exhausted, into the living room, about to collapse onto the sofa when she saw a figure lying there, nearly giving her a fright.
"Susie, Susie?!" Once she recognized the figure’s face, Ann Vaughn breathed a sigh of relief, set down the vase, and walked over to her. "Why are you sleeping here?"
"Annie? You’re back." Susie Sommers barely opened her eyes, her face sickly, "Let me sleep a bit, I’m exhausted."
Ann Vaughn looked at her face for a moment, then went to the kitchen to get her a cup of hot water before heading into the bedroom.
After finding the flu medicine, Ann Vaughn returned to the living room and placed it in front of Susie. "Take the medicine first."
No matter how much Susie wanted to sleep, she couldn’t resist Ann Vaughn’s insistence and took the medicine she offered, the hot water soothing her dry, sore throat, bringing her a bit of energy.
"I haven’t seen you lately; is something troubling you at the TV station?" Ann Vaughn asked as she covered her with a blanket, wondering, "Or has Silas Master Moore been giving you trouble again?"
Susie was about to speak when her phone rang; she looked at Ann Vaughn helplessly and answered the call.
"Leona is in the emergency room at First Hospital. You need to come immediately and apologize to her personally!" Silas Master Moore’s irritated voice came through.
"In your dreams!" Susie sneered, "I didn’t do anything, and no one can force me to apologize, including you!"
"Susie—"
Before he could continue, Susie coldly interrupted him, "Silas Master Moore! If you have any sense, investigate how Leona Chambers fell into the water instead of blaming me for it!"
Silas Master Moore paused for two seconds, then spoke again with a hint of exhaustion, "We were over long ago. Why can’t you just let go? It’s clear that no matter how desperately you cling, there’s no possibility for us."
"I’m clinging desperately? Did a pig hoof kick your brain?"
With that, Susie straightforwardly hung up the call, not forgetting to block the number again.
Having listened to the whole exchange, Ann Vaughn furrowed her brows slightly, "Leona Chambers fell into the water? You jumped in to save her?"
"You were there too?" Susie looked at Ann Vaughn with an expression as if she had seen a ghost.
Ann Vaughn shook her head slightly, "You’re skilled at swimming and straight to the point. If someone falls into the water in front of you, no matter who it is, you wouldn’t just stand by."
It explained why Susie, usually resistant to illnesses, suddenly caught the flu.
"Girlie, you truly understand me!" Susie couldn’t help but hug Ann Vaughn, her voice somewhat bemused. "I didn’t push Leona Chambers, she fell into the water by herself, but that dog Silas Master Moore says—"
"I have a vicious heart and no tolerance, knowing full well Leona Chambers is pregnant, I deliberately pushed her into the water to harm her and her baby."
She had been facing away from Ann Vaughn, but now the other side of her cheek was revealed, showing a fresh red slap mark, naturally catching Ann Vaughn’s attention.
Astonished, Ann Vaughn gently touched Susie’s reddened cheek, "Silas Master Moore hit you?!"
"No," Susie shook her head, her face turning even more bitter, "It was my mom. She knows what I used to feel, and when she saw Leona Chambers fall into the water, she didn’t hesitate to slap me."
Sitting here for so long, Susie still hadn’t figured out why Leona Chambers fell into the water at that time.
She only got to marry into the Master Moore Family because of her pregnancy; although there’s no wedding yet, if there are no accidents, her position as Young Mrs. Moore is guaranteed.
Under these circumstances, Leona Chambers couldn’t have jumped into the water herself. The bank wasn’t slippery, she was standing well, and there was no possibility of her accidentally falling into the water.
Consequently, Susie, who was the only one standing beside Leona Chambers at that time, became the prime suspect.
After rescuing Leona Chambers, Susie didn’t even have time to change her clothes before facing the continuous questioning from her mom and Silas Master Moore, already physically and mentally exhausted, not even caring if she was sick.
"Don’t think too much. Sleep well in my room, regain your energy, and then we can talk." Seeing Susie’s tiredness, Ann Vaughn didn’t pursue the matter further.
She only needed to trust Susie, and that was enough.
After closing the bedroom door, Ann Vaughn instinctively felt her pocket, but instead of her phone, she found a piece of paper.
She unfolded the paper as she walked into the living room.
The words "Personal Information Form" caught Ann Vaughn’s eye, and as she casually glanced downward, she found that the form bearing her name "Ann Vaughn" listed her marital status as married?
How fresh, it isn’t even April Fool’s yet.
Ann Vaughn took a sip of hot water, suddenly noticing the seal at the bottom of the form, which was precisely from the investigation company she had commissioned before...
Cough sputter!
Ann Vaughn nearly spat out the water—what the heck?!
Is it really the same company? Could their services be this inconsistent? She was supposed to be divorced—
"I really shouldn’t have given you time to adjust."
"As your husband, it’s necessary to properly remind you who your one and only man is."
"You are my wife."
Her slender fingers suddenly tightened around the paper’s edge, the words Cyrus Hawthorne had said last night flooding back into Ann Vaughn’s mind, leaving her momentarily dazed.
Those words he said last night... weren’t a proposal?!
Panic surged inside Ann Vaughn; she didn’t even have time to set down the water cup steadily before she rushed to the living room, using the landline to call a friend working at the registry office.
The reply came quickly, and Ann Vaughn received a definitive answer confirming the information on the Personal Information Form was accurate without a trace of error.
"Annie, your marital status is married, and there’s no such thing as the divorce you mentioned."
It meant that she and Cyrus Hawthorne had never been divorced from the start?!