Chapter 488: Chapter 488: They Slept Together?!
And Little Dumpling would discover Cyrus Hawthorne’s hidden matters, all because he intuitively sensed something big had happened from his overly grave expression.
So, to gather evidence, he directly hacked into the hospital system and pulled out Ann Vaughn’s records, thereby learning everything.
That day, when Little Dumpling told Sherry he had something to do, he was actually going to negotiate with Cyrus Hawthorne...
When Kenny mentioned "only Bone-removing Vine can cure the poison of broken child grass," Ann Vaughn felt a chill of fear in her heart.
She couldn’t even imagine if she hadn’t accidentally obtained the seeds of the Bone-removing Vine and managed to grow them, would she have already lost her life?
Thinking about this, Ann Vaughn couldn’t help but feel a chill all over, finding it both laughable and absurd.
She once thought Laura Quinn disliked her for the same reason as other people, because she was a substitute, not the daughter-in-law she recognized.
But she overestimated Laura too much.
Just because she and her biological mother share a similar appearance, driven by jealousy, Laura wanted not only to take her life but also ensure she would never bear children.
But human plans can’t surpass heaven’s calculations; despite experiencing the heart-wrenching pain and endless turmoil, Laura’s poisonous schemes couldn’t snatch Kenny from her.
Yet, Laura ultimately succeeded.
She successfully took her second child and the hope of Kenny’s recovery—
"Mommy?" Kenny sensed Ann Vaughn seemed to be trembling, gently patting her back to comfort her, "Mommy don’t be afraid, Kenny is here."
Ann Vaughn forced herself to snap out of her reverie, embracing Kenny’s little fragrant body, rubbing his adorable little cheek, finally calming the grief inside her.
If anyone is suffering, it’s surely Laura, constantly worrying Ann Vaughn might expose those photos.
However, this is merely the beginning.
Coming out of the bathroom, Ann Vaughn lay down with her computer by the bedside, starting to research foreign plants.
But if this information was really so easy to find, it wouldn’t be such that, over so many years, not even a hint of it had leaked out externally.
Apart from mentioning the names of some foreign plants, not even a single picture appeared on the forums, shrouded in mystery.
Ann Vaughn stared blankly at the computer screen, her slender fingers propping up her chin, her mind inadvertently drifted elsewhere.
For instance... the chains on Laura Quinn’s feet.
At that time, she didn’t have much chance to think, and now, upon careful reflection, she felt something was amiss.
Could what she heard outside the Hawthorne Family’s living room that day not match the reality, misinterpreting Cyrus Hawthorne’s original intentions?
After all, if he truly intended to shield Laura, there was really no need to imprison her.
Could there be some hidden truth?
Ann Vaughn pondered for a while, unable to fathom what the hidden truth might be, she simply stopped racking her brain and picked up the phone to call Cyrus Hawthorne.
Directly asking is the most efficient way.
The call connected within seconds, and the low, magnetic voice brushed past Ann Vaughn’s ear, carrying slight delight, "Looking for me?"
... pretending like nothing’s wrong.
Remembering that intense, scorching kiss in the dark corridor, Ann Vaughn’s cheeks slightly blushed as she bit her lip, flipped over, and lay on the bed.
"Cyrus Hawthorne, I have something to ask you."
"Family Head, it’s already very late, you should rest."
As soon as she spoke, Ann Vaughn realized her voice overlapped with Miya’s voice on the other side. She paused for two seconds, then looked up at the clock on the wall.
Pointing straight at midnight.
"What do you want to ask?" After a brief pause, Cyrus Hawthorne asked her in a deep voice.
Ask? Ask what, big dumb question!
Ann Vaughn puffed up angrily like an exploding hamster, cheeks bulging, fiercely yelling on the other end, "Aren’t you supposed to rest! Then go rest! Rest forever and ever!"
After cursing, she slammed down the phone.
Cyrus Hawthorne: "..."
Her tone indeed sounded like she wanted him to rest in peace.
Miyi Yates glanced quietly at the man whose brows were slightly furrowed and softly reminded him, "Family Head, this is all Dr. Kane’s advice; your body needs slow recovery."
"Leave the coffee and go out." Cyrus Hawthorne didn’t raise his eyes, his long, deep eyes fixed on Ann Vaughn’s number on the phone, his thin lips slightly tightened.
Why is Little Ancestor suddenly angry?
Could it be...
Miyi Yates followed instructions, leaving the freshly brewed coffee and was about to turn around to leave when she noticed Cyrus Hawthorne suddenly leave the pile of documents planned for tomorrow, heading towards the rest room with the phone.
Seeing this, Miyi Yates’s eyes broke into layers of smiles.
So, Dr. Kane asking her to remind the Family Head to rest, meant this.
Meanwhile, Ann Vaughn, rolling on the bed furiously, couldn’t fall asleep, her breathing somewhat unsteady.
Just thinking about how this time Cyrus Hawthorne was still with Miyi Yates, alone and not knowing what they were up to—
Where did her fifty-meter big knife go?!!
At this moment, her phone suddenly dinged with a WeChat message alert.
Ann Vaughn, tired from rolling, stopped and picked up her phone, seeing it was a picture message from Cyrus Hawthorne, her pent-up anger dissipated somewhat, and she opened the image.
Under the dim orange light, the man casually rested his hand on his forehead, showing a profile so handsome he could make gods weep, and deeply mysterious narrow eyes, as though he stepped out of a painting.
Cyrus Hawthorne: "Good night."
Ann Vaughn: ???
The smile on her face unexpectedly stiffened around her lips, staring at the photo like trying to bore a hole into it.
Knowing that Cyrus Hawthorne never says good night to her on WeChat, nor would he sleep so early, plus at this time, the little b*tch Miya was still at his home, resulting in...
Did they sleep together?!!
Boom.
Outside the window, thunder suddenly rumbled, a flash of light arching across the pitch-black sky, startling Ann Vaughn’s little heart.
So was the message Cyrus Hawthorne sent to her for a show of power?
A flood of jealousy enveloped Ann Vaughn as she angrily burrowed under the blankets, sulking.
What kind of chaotic nonsense is she filling her head with?
Even though she believed deep down he wouldn’t do such a thing, she couldn’t help but feel sour.
Especially given it’s so late and Miya was at Cyrus Hawthorne’s home, she couldn’t help but think the worst, challenging her overactive imagination.
"Ahhh!" Ann Vaughn muffled her voice in the blankets, unloading a few cries, then suddenly became like a deflated hamster, lying unstirred.
If her incoherent thoughts are known by Cyrus Hawthorne, who put down work for the rare occasion to rest because she suddenly got angry.
This matter isn’t going to end without a lesson.