Chapter 182: Chapter 182: Who Did You Say You Were Going to Sleep With?!
It turns out that he has never forgotten Ann Vaughn’s death, not for a single moment, nor has he ever let it go.
All his senses and emotions, along with Ann Vaughn’s death, were sealed and imprisoned in this space by him, including himself.
No one can touch it; to touch is to die.
After thinking it through, Bella Hawthorne no longer plans to tell Cyrus Hawthorne about this matter. Her sister-in-law had been gone for four years and could not come back.
Why should she hurt her brother again over someone who merely resembles her?
...
"What? You said you did what?!"
In the hotel elevator, after hearing Ann Vaughn’s plan to return to the country, Susie Sommers almost lost it again, but when she saw Ann holding the already asleep Kenny, she restrained herself.
But her gaze was almost murderous.
Ann Vaughn, however, was very calm, with a serene face, "I didn’t tell you about Kenny before because I was afraid you’d worry."
She explained Kenny’s illness to Susie Sommers, her delicate eyebrows furrowing slightly, "If it weren’t absolutely necessary, I wouldn’t resort to this, the risk is too high."
"So what exactly are you thinking? My dear granny!" Susie Sommers lowered her voice, wishing she could shake Ann awake, "If you get exposed, he definitely won’t let you go!"
"I know," Ann Vaughn was very calm, her pretty face steady, "I knew that when I decided to return to the country, but I have no choice. If I can’t find a matching marrow, my research hits a bottleneck, and letting Kenny suffer one more day feels like a knife carving into my heart."
"But your sacrifice is too big..."
"As long as Kenny gets better, it doesn’t count as a sacrifice, it’s worth it."
Susie Sommers has never been a mother, yet somehow she understands Ann Vaughn’s feelings at this moment.
Suppose something happened to Ann Vaughn today, she wouldn’t hesitate to take Silas Master Moore’s life if necessary.
"Alright then, what do you plan to do? Is there anything you need?" After a few seconds, Susie accepted it, "With your pharmaceutical skills, you shouldn’t be discovered so easily."
One might say she’s blindly confident.
Ann Vaughn felt a warmth welling up inside; if she hadn’t been holding the little one, she would have given Susie a bear hug.
"Brother Shane has arranged other things for me, you just need to get his schedule for me..."
The two women, heads together, whispering as if plotting something extraordinary.
If the surveillance could hear, someone would discover it’s not an extraordinary matter, but a fatal one.
After arranging with Susie, she left the hotel first to get the schedule, while Ann Vaughn returned to the room with Kenny.
Once back in the room, Ann Vaughn tucked Kenny into bed, then took her laptop to the window and logged onto the forum.
There were hundreds of private messages. Ann Vaughn skimmed through them and replied to a few important ones.
Just then, a message from Lucia came in, [Little Rose, the N3H5 virus has broken out in small areas in J Country again, are things okay on your side?]
Ann Vaughn met Lucia while in M Country, back then she was quarantined with those infected, and Lucia was the first to test Ann Vaughn’s early antidote.
They’ve kept in touch over the years.
[No, everything’s normal. If it is indeed the N3H5 virus, the previous antidote is still effective.] Ann Vaughn replied.
[I’m just worried it’s not that simple. My people found that the virus originated from S Country, and there’s possibly a powerful organization behind it, but we’ve found no more detailed information.]
Ann Vaughn looked at Lucia’s chat box, her brows furrowed in disbelief; how could such a virus originate from S Country?
Yet internationally and socially, there hasn’t been a peep; probably to avoid causing domestic panic.
[Anything else?]
[Little Rose, you’re so cold! But I specifically came here to lurk, hoping to go to J Country with you to check things out.]
[Lately, I can’t; I have more important things to handle. Just send me a copy of the virus analysis report once it’s out.]
Ann Vaughn looked at the screen for a while, took a sip from the glass of red wine on the table, and chuckled lightly when she saw Lucia respond with a crying emoji before logging out.
For now, nothing is more important than Kenny.
Besides, the antidote data for similar viruses has already been acquired from various countries, so there’s no need to fear it.
The question remains: who on earth did something so heinous?
After a few sips, Ann Vaughn headed to the bathroom to wash up, then went to bed.
However, on her first night back, Ann Vaughn ended up with insomnia.
Having gotten used to the tropical climate of the Isle of Flora, suddenly returning to the fog-covered Imperial Capital, the air wasn’t as fresh and pleasant as the Isle.
Better to get things done quickly and leave as soon as possible.
Thinking this, Ann Vaughn pulled the covers over herself, forcing herself to sleep.
The next day.
Ann Vaughn slept so late that she ended up lazing too long in bed.
Kenny woke up early, hearing Ann Vaughn’s phone ringing incessantly, he leaned against the bed and called out, "Mommy, mommy, the sun’s up already~"
It wasn’t until the tenth call that Ann Vaughn opened her eyes, yawning, "Good morning, baby."
"Good morning, mommy, there’s a call from your godmother." Kenny handed over the phone, and Ann Vaughn took it in stride.
"I found it!" Susie Sommers’ voice was excited yet tinged with an indescribable weariness, as if completely drained, "I’m sending it over via text, you wait..."
"Aren’t you tired? I thought you seemed pretty lively," another lazy male voice came from the phone.
The next second, Susie’s phone was abruptly cut off.
Ann Vaughn was startled awake by the voice, blinking in surprise.
Why did that voice sound so much like Silas Master Moore?
And early in the morning, why was Silas next to Susie’s...?
"Mommy, hurry and brush your teeth and wash your face, Kenny’s already ordered breakfast, it’ll be here soon." Kenny stood in front of the bathroom and beckoned to Ann Vaughn with his little hand.
Just like that, Ann Vaughn felt as if their mother-child roles were reversed.
She was being such a lazy mommy!
Immediately, Ann Vaughn got up to wash and by the time she came out, breakfast had arrived.
"Without my Kenny, how would mommy survive?" Ann Vaughn lamented as she tore into a piece of bread, feeling as if her son was doing all the caring.
"Mommy, you got it right, Kenny is more reliable than any boy toy!" Kenny had looked up the term "boy toy" on Wandu and had some lingering resentment.
How could those wild men outside possibly care for mommy as thoughtfully as Kenny?
Ann Vaughn couldn’t help but laugh at Kenny’s proud little face, glancing at her phone on the table, Susie’s text had yet to come through.
Compared to the warmth here, Susie’s private apartment seemed much less harmonious.