Chapter 266: Chapter 266: Cynthia Vaughn Has Escaped
Is that so?
Ann Vaughn touched her wrist, feeling that things might not be so simple.
Before she could think it through, Sutton Jennings threw another bombshell at her: "Cynthia Vaughn escaped on the 9th and her whereabouts are still unknown."
Sitting on the sofa, Kenny perked up his little ears as he opened his palm-sized mirror.
"What did you say?!" Ann Vaughn’s bright eyes widened in shock, and she was stunned for a good while.
Just as Sutton Jennings was about to speak, he was interrupted by a voice.
"What happened to Cynthia Vaughn, The Black Lotus?" The hospital room door suddenly opened, and Susie Sommers, radiant in a red dress, strolled in, placed the fruit basket down, then walked to the bedside and kissed Ann Vaughn’s cheek.
"This is a blessing kiss from the Little Fairy, let it dispel your misfortune!"
Susie Sommers gestured with a swoosh like a sorceress performing a ritual.
Ann Vaughn couldn’t help but rub her cheek with a laugh, "Why are you here? Isn’t the TV station very busy?"
"No matter how busy, could it be more important than you?" Susie Sommers hugged Kenny on the sofa, looking joyful without a trace of her previous sorrowful appearance, "J.B., do you miss your godmother?"
"I do!" Kenny replied tenderly, "A day apart feels like three autumns!"
For Susie Sommers, who had always been there to support Ann Vaughn during difficult times, Kenny sincerely liked her.
Susie Sommers burst into laughter, "Don’t let your mom hear that. I’ll sneak you home tonight!"
"I heard that, if you steal my baby, I’ll break your leg," Ann Vaughn pretended to be fierce.
Susie Sommers laughed heartily, put Kenny down, and sat on the other side of the hospital bed, "What were you just talking about?"
Ann Vaughn briefly informed Susie Sommers about Cynthia Vaughn, and as the topic returned, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of foreboding.
She had felt this way four years ago.
Someone was secretly helping Cynthia Vaughn.
But she hadn’t been able to figure out who it was and lacked obvious clues, so it was shelved.
She didn’t expect this person to appear again.
They were like a time bomb; no one knew when or where they would explode.
"My men have captured some suspicious footage, but the person is very cautious, and their face hasn’t been photographed." Sutton Jennings retrieved a photo from the drawer and handed it to Ann Vaughn.
Ann Vaughn looked at the photo and saw the same man in various side or back views.
Unfortunately, he was always wearing a lab coat and a mask, rendering his face unidentifiable.
"Why does this person seem suspicious?" Ann Vaughn turned and asked Sutton Jennings.
"The doctor’s list for this floor’s number 9 doesn’t include this person, but no one noticed the extra doctor, indicating there’s an inside connection." Sutton Jennings explained.
Ann Vaughn nodded thoughtfully, looking at the photos, still clueless.
"Wait!" Susie Sommers suddenly grabbed the photo from Ann Vaughn and quickly opened her phone.
"What’s up?" Ann Vaughn asked, seeing Susie Sommers rapidly flipping through her album.
"Found it!" Susie Sommers showed Ann Vaughn both the phone picture and the photo she held, "Look, doesn’t it look like the same person?"
This isn’t...
Ann Vaughn stared at the two photos, her eyes suddenly flashing with a realization, "I remember!"
Four years ago, Susie Sommers drunkenly called her over and showed her secretly taken photos of Cynthia Vaughn with a man.
The two back views were identical.
"Getting the hospital surveillance records from four years ago might be challenging..." Sutton Jennings considered, suddenly feeling his arm pulled, and something placed into his palm.
Turning around, Kenny gave him a wide smile.
The smile in Sutton Jennings’ eyes deepened. After looking at the item in his palm, he said, "Now that we have a clue, I’ll investigate this matter. Focus on recovering and don’t overthink it."
He tousled Ann Vaughn’s hair and left the hospital room.
Ann Vaughn was still puzzled about how Sutton Jennings suddenly seemed to know something, then turned to see Susie Sommers chuckling slyly, lips twitching slightly.
"Why are you laughing so lewdly?"
"No, Annie, don’t you feel that Lord Shane seems to treat you differently?" Susie Sommers hinted with a wink.
"It’s indeed different, we swore brotherhood and drank together three years ago."
Though Lord Shane had accepted being labeled a brother after Ann Vaughn’s words "we’re all good brothers," it seemed a bit unfortunate.
Susie Sommers clicked her tongue twice, observing Ann Vaughn for a moment, sensing she entirely lacked romantic inclinations, and sighed.
"Your emotional intelligence hasn’t been lit up."
It might be fully illuminated, just on the wrong areas.
Ann Vaughn blinked, was this a personal attack?
With many hectic tasks at the TV station, Susie Sommers didn’t stay long in the hospital room and left after bidding goodbye to Ann Vaughn and Kenny.
"Mommy," Kenny saw Ann Vaughn lost in thought, and with chubby little white hands hugged her neck, rubbed her cheek, and said sweetly, "Thank you, Mommy."
"Thank you, Mommy, for what?" Ann Vaughn habitually supported the little one, smiling.
"Thank you for not leaving Kenny."
With just one sentence, tears welled at Ann Vaughn’s nose, and her eye corners reddened.
To this day, she dared not ponder how she survived emerging from the perilous deep woods.
No one doesn’t wish to be a carefree little princess, but often one’s actions are beyond control.
An hour later.
While Kenny was asleep, Ann Vaughn greeted the guards at the hospital room door and went to the seventeenth floor.
Unlike the solitary VIP hospital room, the doctors and nurses on this floor were dedicated to one patient.
After brushing past a few doctors and nurses, Ann Vaughn arrived at the VIP hospital room entrance.
Six guards were stationed in two lines at the entrance, and when they saw her approaching, their eyes alertly fixed on her as if ready to immobilize her at once if she dared make any move.
Ann Vaughn couldn’t even touch the hospital room door, her gaze dimming as she stood motionless for a long time before finally turning away.
"Miss Vaughn?" Mark Joyce’s voice suddenly appeared behind her, "Are you here to see President Hawthorne?"
Ann Vaughn hesitated for reasons she couldn’t understand, but eventually nodded.
In any case, he was injured while saving her, and visiting him was neither inappropriate emotionally nor logically.
That’s right.
Mark Joyce signaled the guards to move aside and led Ann Vaughn into the hospital room.