Chapter 212: Chapter 212: Don’t Even Think About Setting Foot in the Hawthorne Family Again
"Mother!" Ann Vaughn hadn’t yet opened her mouth to retort when Cyrus Hawthorne interrupted Laura Quinn with a stern voice, his cold eyes showing displeasure, "Please watch your words."
Laura Quinn’s face turned extremely ugly, "Cian, don’t forget that you have already divorced. Whether she lives or dies is now none of our Hawthorne Family’s business. You’re siding with her against your own mother, how do you justify that to your conscience?"
This woman is nothing but trouble!
Look at the state she turned my most proud son into four years ago — completely dejected!
Thankfully, they are now divorced, and Ann Vaughn poses no threat to Jane.
This time, Laura Quinn absolutely won’t let this woman ruin her son again!
Having said that, regardless of Cyrus Hawthorne’s icy expression, Laura Quinn turned to Ann Vaughn with a warning, "Ann Vaughn, I don’t care how you managed to return alive, but since you’ve divorced my son, be sensible and stay far away from him!"
"Our Hawthorne Family can’t afford a woman like you; let me be clear today, I only accept Jane marrying into our Hawthorne Family. Even if you try your hardest, don’t think you can step into our household again!"
"Mother!" Cyrus Hawthorne’s face had turned utterly grim and his demeanor intimidating.
"Hah." At that moment, Ann Vaughn, who had been watching Laura Quinn’s performance as if watching a show, suddenly laughed and interrupted Cyrus Hawthorne before he could speak.
Ann Vaughn regarded Laura Quinn’s arrogant look, just as it was four years ago, with none of the past heartache and sorrow.
She only found it ridiculous.
How did she allow herself to be bullied like a meek daughter-in-law by this woman back then?
Indeed, past events are not worth reminiscing.
"Mrs. Hawthorne, I address you as Mrs. Hawthorne out of respect, as taught by my grandfather to understand courtesy and respect. But now it seems that respecting you is clearly a waste of my feelings."
Ann Vaughn smirked, her smile somewhat cold, "Do you think the threshold of your Hawthorne Family is encrusted with diamonds? That everyone who sees it wants to latch on for some glory? Sorry, I’m not interested, and also, please watch your mouth!"
"Moreover, it’s up to your son who he marries; why don’t you ask your dear son who’s clinging to whom?"
Laura Quinn, in a fury, laughed in anger and felt quite annoyed at being contradicted, then picked up the glass of red wine from the table and splashed it towards Ann Vaughn!
Who does she think she is to dare talk back to her!?
However, the wine didn’t drip onto Ann Vaughn at all, instead, it splashed all over Cyrus Hawthorne’s suit.
The wine soaked the pristine white shirt, some dripped along the sleeve, yet it didn’t diminish his charm one bit, adding a touch of roguish elegance instead.
Cyrus Hawthorne’s narrow eyes squinted with coldness, and he reached out to shield Ann Vaughn behind him, his gaze icy as he looked at Laura Quinn, "Mother, please stop!"
Laura Quinn’s heart trembled violently before a more intense anger surged forth, "You’re still protecting her?"
More importantly, Cyrus Hawthorne had never before publicly shamed her for anyone, yet now he was warning her because of Ann Vaughn!
How could Laura Quinn not be furious!
Ann Vaughn hadn’t expected Laura Quinn to suddenly splash wine at her, given that Laura usually cared about maintaining her posh image in front of others.
"Some people, no matter how much they act like a lady, can’t change the fact that they are a shrew at heart."
With those words, Ann Vaughn picked up the handbag she left on her seat, too lazy to look at them any further, and headed towards the restaurant door.
It truly ruined her appetite.
"Look at her!" Laura Quinn was shaking with rage, wanting to go up and slap Ann Vaughn!
"Enough!" Cyrus Hawthorne impatiently stopped Laura Quinn’s wrist, his furrowed brows full of dissatisfaction, "Mother, who you’ve taken a liking to is your matter, if you favor them, marry them yourself. But Ann Vaughn, you are not, allowed, to touch."
With a cold and completely patient warning, Cyrus Hawthorne decisively turned and left to catch up with Ann Vaughn.
Laura Quinn’s heart grew cold; this was her good son!
She had been thinking solely for him, but what about him?!
Four years ago, he opposed her everywhere for Ann Vaughn, and four years later, he’s still entranced by her, completely blind from infatuation!
What enchantment soup did this woman give him to make him disrespect even his own mother!
"Aunt, don’t be upset; Miss Vaughn is Mr. Hawthorne’s first wife after all, which is different. Once he realizes, he’ll understand that you’re doing it for his good."
Jane Sheridan, who had been watching for a while, finally remembered where she’d heard the name Ann Vaughn.
Her brother Eli Sheridan often mentioned this woman.
Unexpectedly, she also had considerable involvement with the Hawthorne Family, even meddling in Mr. Hawthorne and his mother’s relationship; such a deep schemer.
"You are considerate and understanding." Laura Quinn felt a bit calmer and patted Jane Sheridan’s hand, saying, "If you could be my daughter-in-law, I don’t know how wonderful it would be."
"Why do you say that? There is no love between Mr. Hawthorne and me, forcing it wouldn’t lead to happiness." Jane Sheridan replied with a smile.
Can’t feelings be cultivated?
Why can Ann Vaughn enchant her son? Isn’t it simply because being so close gives her the advantage?
Laura Quinn thought as much, feeling that she should no longer let Cyrus Hawthorne be so careless; marriage is a matter of parental decision as well, and she is his mother, he can’t ignore her words, can he?
Outside the restaurant.
Ann Vaughn initially wanted to take this opportunity to leave by taxi, but unexpectedly, just as she stepped out, she was firmly grabbed by a warm hand.
Unable to stop her footsteps, she was pulled into his embrace, her cheek lightly knocking against his broad chest.
"Let go." Ann Vaughn said with a cool, pretty face, still seething with anger inside.
Where did Laura Quinn get off thinking that all women in the world were eager to marry into the Hawthorne Family.
She could bear it in the past, but now she found she couldn’t tolerate it one bit.
"I’m sorry." Cyrus Hawthorne tightened his embrace around her struggling petite form, arms encircling her shoulders, speaking softly, "You don’t need to take my mother’s words to heart, she can’t decide my personal matters."
If he had said these words to the former Ann Vaughn, perhaps she would have felt joy and moved.
But the Ann Vaughn now is no longer the one who was so foolishly devoted only to him, willing to give everything for him, in the end losing herself.
"You don’t need to explain to me." Ann Vaughn’s pretty face was indifferent, reaching out to push him, but failing to move him, "I don’t care. You’d better explain to her clearly to avoid causing me unnecessary trouble."
No matter whether the divorce paperwork is completed, in Ann Vaughn’s eyes, they are just ex-husband and ex-wife.
She has no interest in meddling in his personal affairs, and apart from virus research, there’s nothing worthy of her attention on him either.
Just that.
Cyrus Hawthorne frowned, his deep narrow eyes briefly showing a hint of sorrow before quickly vanishing.