Chapter 526: Chapter 526: Indulgence
After clearly seeing the contents of the document, Ann Vaughn’s slender eyebrows slowly furrowed, as she continued to read with focused eyes, line by line.
Inside, it detailed the pharmaceutical research projects led by President Fuller of Ansel Pharma. During the process, a mistake in the experiments led to the deaths of three innocent patients.
Not only that, to prevent the families of those patients from exposing the incident, he hired people to beat the informed family members into silence, no longer daring to speak out.
Several of them, due to his violence, were left bedridden for the rest of their lives...
The further Ann Vaughn read, the more appalled she became. No wonder that scumbag could say such nonsense as splitting the special medicine into parts to sell, to avoid patients recovering too quickly and profiting less!
This kind of person has no moral baseline at all, let alone a conscience!
Having finished venting inwardly, Ann Vaughn closed the document and looked at Cyrus Hawthorne.
"What to do, the decision is in your hands." Perceiving her gaze, Cyrus Hawthorne said lightly.
Hearing this, Ann Vaughn’s bright eyes couldn’t help but curl up, and an irrepressible joy quietly crept into her heart.
Hmm...
Is he avenging her?
Nothing feels more refreshing than personally breaking down the enemy.
"Family Head." Miyi Yates suddenly appeared at the gym door, interrupting the brief warmth inside. Seeing Ann Vaughn also there, she said, "I have something to report to you."
The implication being that it’s not convenient to speak with outsiders present.
Even as laid-back as Ann Vaughn was, she felt stung by Miyi Yates’s words, which didn’t seem offensive but were actually mind-provoking.
Yes, from the start, Miyi Yates had been subtly and overtly planting psychological suggestions in her.
To make Ann Vaughn clearly understand her "position" and thus create a deeper barrier between her, Cyrus Hawthorne, and the Hawthorne Family.
If it were the Ann Vaughn from four years ago, she might have already fallen into her language trap and descended into self-doubt...
"Miss Yates, there’s no need to hold back, Quinn has five minutes to listen to your explanation." Ann Vaughn glanced at the phone time, noting that Cyrus Hawthorne should take his medicine soon, and spoke directly.
Miyi Yates frowned slightly, looking with difficulty at the elegant man sitting by the window sill.
The man’s gaze never left the document in his hand, his stern face showed no expression, making it somewhat hard to read.
Yet, from his inaction in stopping Ann Vaughn, it was clear that he indulged her.
Indulging Ann Vaughn to make decisions for him, even indulging her... in freely arranging his upcoming schedule.
Realizing this, a trace of bewilderment and disbelief surfaced in Miyi Yates’s eyes, and her hands in white lace gloves tightened tightly.
Cyrus Hawthorne had never indulged anyone like this.
No matter who, no one had ever enjoyed such privilege.
"We just received the news that Third Master will return to the country tomorrow, for the matter concerning the lady," reported Miyi Yates, quickly gathering herself emotionally.
Third Master of the Hawthorne Family...
Isn’t he Grandpa Hawthorne’s brother?
Ann Vaughn, who had just stood up, paused, a trace of understanding flashing in her bright eyes.
She had previously heard Vera White mention inadvertently that this Third Master was close friends with Laura Quinn’s parents, having a very good relationship. Even the marriage of Laura Quinn and Nathan Hawthorne was facilitated by Third Master.
Before Laura Quinn’s parents passed away, they had entrusted Third Master to take care of Laura Quinn. Unfortunately, Third Master had worked himself ill when young, weakening his body, and was later sent abroad for treatment and recuperation.
Given his health condition, he couldn’t possibly afford to fly back home; even the slightest misstep could be fatal.
But if the matter of Laura Quinn being imprisoned in the tower reached Third Master’s ears, it would be another story.
Cyrus Hawthorne slightly furrowed his brows, showing no emotional change, and instructed in a calm voice, "Send Lucas Kane and The Shadow Guard to pick him up tomorrow."
"Family Head, shouldn’t we release the lady from the tower?" Miyi Yates said. "After all, it’s for her that Third Master is coming back..."
Upon hearing Miyi Yates’s words, Ann Vaughn lowered her bright eyes, hiding the sarcasm within her gaze.
Even if Laura Quinn had caused the death of her child, nearly costing her own life... what of it?
Backing her was the Hawthorne Family, with Cyrus Hawthorne shielding her, and Third Master supporting her, leaving no one able to harm her in the slightest.
As for forgiving Laura Quinn, Ann Vaughn probably would never forgive her in this lifetime.
She’s not holding a grudge, it’s merely based on the premise that Laura Quinn would be imprisoned in the tower, tormented by nightmares for the rest of her life, forced to confront her own sins.
If Laura Quinn weren’t Cyrus Hawthorne’s mother, then what Ann Vaughn administered in the tower wouldn’t have been a mental disruptor, but poison.
It’s just... she ultimately overestimated her own cruelty.
Thinking of this, Ann Vaughn stepped towards the gym door, speaking without turning back, "I’ll go see if your medicine is ready."
Upon hearing this, Cyrus Hawthorne turned his head, his narrow eyes gazing at Ann Vaughn’s departing figure, his brow tightly knotted.
Miyi Yates’s faint smile at the corners of her mouth hadn’t had time to fade when she heard Cyrus Hawthorne’s cold and ruthless voice in her ears: "Mind your own mouth, there won’t be a next time."
"Apologies, Family Head, I thought that way would avoid harming your relationship with Third Master, not considering Miss Vaughn’s feelings." Miyi Yates slightly lowered her head, her tone remorseful, "I’ll go apologize to Miss Vaughn, asking for her forgiveness."
"No need." Cyrus Hawthorne narrowed his eyes coldly at her, stood up from the window sill, and left directly.
His darling, it wasn’t others’ turn to comfort her.
Watching Cyrus Hawthorne’s elegant figure leave briskly, Miyi Yates frowned, her chest heaving heavily.
That woman...
Had gained such an important position in his heart, that even whatever she said needed to consider her feelings?
...
After leaving the gym, Ann Vaughn stood by the window next to the elevator, letting the cold wind blow for a while to calm her originally agitated mood slightly.
The mistakes were made by Laura Quinn; they had nothing to do with Cyrus Hawthorne. This, she had always been clear about.
What she minded was merely his covering for Laura Quinn, thereby creating a lie and a facade to deceive her.
If she hadn’t gone to the Hawthorne Family that day and heard those words, perhaps she would have always been in the dark, treated like a fool by him.
The Thousand-Faced Ghost Doctor was so formidable, the incense he prepared not only confused Ann Vaughn’s pulse but also helped her body recover quickly.
To achieve the real purpose of her never discovering that she’d had a miscarriage.
— It was just for covering for Laura Quinn.
Ann Vaughn forcefully closed her eyes, suppressing the constantly churning pain in her heart, and rubbed the inner corners of her eyes to ease the oncoming soreness.
Forget it.
She opened her eyes and took a deep breath, walking into the elevator.
Just as she reached the dining room, Ann Vaughn saw Uncle Dexter coming out of the kitchen with the medicine, "Miss Vaughn, you’re just in time, the medicine is ready. Would you like to take it up?"
Uncle Dexter said with a smile, his heart filled with indescribable relief.