Chapter 459: Chapter 459: Passing the Medicine
For a moment, she seemed to lose her voice, as if she no longer had the strength to utter a single syllable. The blood in her body seemed to flow backward to her head, causing her to lose all her instincts.
In a flash, Cyrus Hawthorne controlled the car to make a sharp turn, scraping past the truck blocking the road ahead and veering onto a narrow mountain path next to it!
"Bang!!!"
The front of the car crashed against a tree with a screeching sound. The violent jolt caused Ann Vaughn to hit her head on the window, her vision spinning with dizziness overwhelming her mind.
Cyrus Hawthorne’s brows furrowed deeply as he watched in the rearview mirror the men getting out of their car, steadily approaching.
He swallowed slightly, suppressing the taste of blood in his throat, and reached into the box next to him to take out an exquisitely crafted silver laser gun and an egg-shaped concealed weapon.
If Kenny were here, he would certainly recognize the egg-shaped weapon and its maker.
"They’re coming!" Ann Vaughn snapped back to reality, glancing at the people quickly approaching from outside the window, her blank mind finally gaining a trace of clarity.
After counting their numbers, she swiftly opened the car window and tossed out a few packages.
"The Hidden Guard will be here soon, don’t be afraid." Although Cyrus Hawthorne’s face didn’t look too good, his sharp and calm eyes remained steady, not showing the slightest panic, instilling a strong sense of security.
Ann Vaughn didn’t have time to ponder what the Hidden Guard was, as she watched a few men approach her window. Without saying a word, they raised their guns and fired several shots at the window!
Ann Vaughn was startled by their directness, but fortunately, the car window remained intact, not even leaving a mark. She barely let out a sigh of relief.
As expected, the TV dramas lied; those damn villains would usually rant for a bit before attacking, but these people got right into it!
Luckily, the powder she threw down wasn’t for show, especially the person closest to the window. After a fit of convulsions, he fell to the ground.
The faces of the people beside him changed drastically. Just as they were retreating, they too fell one after another!
Ann Vaughn’s eyes lit up with joy, and just as she was about to turn to say something to Cyrus Hawthorne, she noticed his brow tightly furrowed, with long fingers pressing firmly against his chest, panting heavily.
Cyrus Hawthorne was desperately suppressing the intense pain spreading from his heart and lungs. His sharp gaze swept over Ann Vaughn’s tense face before darkening abruptly, as he suddenly reached out and pulled her into his arms.
"Bang!!"
The car window shattered, sending shards flying around the seats.
Ann Vaughn’s shoulders trembled slightly. Hearing the sound of a gun being cocked from behind, she tightly clutched Cyrus Hawthorne’s lapel but then felt her ears suddenly covered by his palm, seemingly from across the river.
Her gaze froze, and before she could react, she heard several sharp cries of pain from outside the car!
Those who had prepared to shoot inside the car from outside suddenly fell silent, except for the three hit by the laser gun. The rest inexplicably died on the spot!
And the white fog that had surrounded them at the moment of action grew even more mysterious.
Cyrus Hawthorne’s keen eyes swept over the white mist that had just drifted in. Faintly visible in the background was a slender figure, causing his clear and cold brows to furrow immediately.
"A little meeting gift, I hope Her Highness the Princess will accept it with a smile."
A voice, so ethereal it was hard to decipher, came from the white mist, and then the slender figure disappeared.
Princess?
Cyrus Hawthorne’s expression grew colder as he looked down at Ann Vaughn, who was curled in his arms, like a frightened kitten. Just as he was about to ask clearly, a bitter taste surged up in his throat.
Blood trickled down the corner of his lips, staining Ann Vaughn’s white dress, striking like a few vivid blossoms.
Ann Vaughn also noticed something was wrong with him. Lifting her head, she saw him casually wipe the blood from his lips and immediately grabbed his wrist without a second thought to check his pulse.
However, this time his pulse directly overturned all the previous results she had obtained from taking his pulse!
The headache caused by the relapse of an old ailment, the cold limbs, the severe gastritis, and insomnia symptoms, and the post-infection complications that weren’t properly managed...
This was a damn joke of perfect health!
His body was so depleted it wasn’t even on par with an elder nearing the end of their life!
Does he even realize that this could cost him his life?!!
In an instant, anger, shock, and anxiety surged into Ann Vaughn’s mind. She stared at Cyrus Hawthorne’s pale yet still calm and handsome face, all her emotions blending together, driving her to the brink of losing her sanity.
"Madman! Do you even know that your physical condition isn’t suitable for anything but rest and recuperation?!"
First, it was Eland, then Sudland here, and yet he acted as if nothing was wrong, leaving no flaws for her to detect, keeping it tightly concealed.
Even though Ann Vaughn knew he never cared about his own physical condition, she never imagined that he would disregard his life to this extent!
"It’s nothing, just a minor issue." Seeing her so furious that she was almost out of breath, Cyrus Hawthorne frowned and raised his hand to gently pat her back for comfort, paying no mind to the burning pain in his chest.
"You don’t even cherish your own life, so why should I agree to remarry you?" Ann Vaughn, her anger reaching its peak, lashed out without thinking. She coldly brushed off Cyrus Hawthorne’s hand with a stern face, "Don’t you think you’re being too selfish?"
He never listened to a word she said, even though she repeatedly reminded him to take his medication on time for recuperation, he never genuinely cared.
Ann Vaughn felt her chest about to explode, her eye rims turning slightly red, unable to control herself.
Just as she was about to let out all her discontent, she was suddenly hit by a weight, with Cyrus Hawthorne’s eyes tightly shut, leaning on her shoulder, his breath softly brushing against her skin.
"...Don’t pretend!" Ann Vaughn gritted her teeth, thinking he was doing this on purpose to make her stop being angry. But after pushing him a few times to no reaction, she realized.
He truly had fainted!
Ann Vaughn hurriedly found a bottle of internal injury medicine from her bag, tried pouring some into him, but he barely swallowed any, barely conscious.
"You just wait for me!" she snapped furiously, tilting her head back to take a large mouthful of the medicine, then pressed her lips to his cold ones to transfer the medicine into his mouth bit by bit.
Altogether three times, she finally got him to drink all the medicine, leaving her mouth filled with the fragrant scent of medicinal herbs.
"Family Head!"
Just then, outside the car, Ann Vaughn heard a familiar voice. Turning her head, indeed, it was.
It was Miyi Yates’ figure.