Chapter 371: Chapter 371: Mommy Was Driven Away by You!
"Thank you for helping this time. If it wasn’t for you letting the reporters take those photos, my aunt would have had to go through more trouble to increase her chances," Laura Quinn said, her expression somewhat arrogant.
Ultimately, as long as that child goes to the Hawthorne Family, dealing with that bitch Ann Vaughn in the future would be a piece of cake.
She would make sure that even if she wanted to see her own son, she couldn’t, living a life of pain and helplessness.
— Just like losing shares in Hawthorne Corp. and being confined!
Facing Laura Quinn’s praise, Jane Sheridan only lowered her head with a slight smile of embarrassment, coincidentally hiding the fleeting darkness in her eyes.
The fact that this child turned out to be Mr. Hawthorne’s completely exceeded her plans.
If they could, as Laura Quinn said, fight for that child, severing the connection between Mr. Hawthorne and Ann Vaughn, then that would certainly be best.
The fear is...
By this time, dad must have received the "DNA identification report" she sent to the company. She must quickly find a way to extricate herself from this situation.
...
Ann Vaughn walked quickly out of the Hawthorne Family villa with Kenny, only to stand still in a daze, as if all the strength in her body had been drained, unable to recover for a long time.
Images flashed through her mind, of Cyrus Hawthorne calling her "Mrs. Hawthorne" while smiling gently, and Laura Quinn’s disdainful expression when she said they had long been legally unrelated.
These images were like thorns suddenly emerging and wildly growing, striking the most tender place in her heart unguardedly, suffocating her with a heavy breath.
Even though she knew very well that without Cyrus Hawthorne’s support, no matter how many tricks Laura Quinn prepared to fight for Kenny’s custody, it would be futile.
But Cyrus Hawthorne has been deceiving her from the start.
If it weren’t for today’s incident, she would probably have been kept in the dark by him, still foolishly happy about them being still married!
She was truly foolish, utterly foolish.
Ann Vaughn forcibly endured the bitter feeling spreading, clenching her teeth tightly to swallow the resentment rising in her throat.
But no matter how she tried to endure it, the most direct response often showed in her body.
As he sensed Ann Vaughn trembling slightly, Kenny immediately reached out to hug her neck, holding back his own worries and constantly comforting, "Mommy don’t be afraid, Kenny is here, Kenny will always be by Mommy’s side, not going anywhere!"
"That bad lady can’t take Kenny away, Kenny promises Mommy, don’t worry."
He repeated over and over, his little chubby hand gently patting Ann Vaughn’s back, trying to comfort her.
Previously, when he was upset about being hospitalized and taking medication, Mommy would comfort him like this, which was more effective than quick medication.
Perhaps Little Dumpling’s consolation worked, Ann Vaughn returned to herself, seeing the worried and red-eyed look of him, a pang of guilt rose in her heart.
"Mommy’s fine, Mommy won’t let anyone take Kenny away, nobody can."
After saying this, Ann Vaughn hugged Kenny and returned to the car, driving away from here.
Once back at Villa No. 8, Ann Vaughn made an excuse about feeling unwell, wanting to rest early, and returned alone to her room, throwing herself into the soft bedding, burying her face deeply.
She didn’t want to doubt the reason why Cyrus Hawthorne deceived her, but she couldn’t help but wonder if it was for the child.
If there were no child, he wouldn’t have meticulously prepared everything in this villa for her, and he wouldn’t have let her know that they had actually been divorced.
He said she never trusted him, but wasn’t he always on guard against her?
Truly laughable.
...
In the downstairs dining room, the warm glow emitted from the crystal chandelier on the ceiling couldn’t dispel the slightest gloom.
"Sigh." Kenny sighed, completing his task of chewing the food in his mouth, his usually star-like eyes had dimmed, his entire demeanor looking very dispirited.
Uncle Dexter watched him with a worried look, almost beside himself, "Young Master, are these dishes not to your taste? Shall we take them away and prepare them anew for you?"
Kenny shook his little head, refusing, "No need to bother, I’m full."
At this moment, just back from the company, Cyrus Hawthorne slightly rolled up his sleeves while stepping into the dining room, pausing as his narrow eyes swept over the dining table, "Where’s your mommy?"
Kenny was pondering how to make sure Laura Quinn wouldn’t bother his mommy anymore.
Suddenly hearing Cyrus Hawthorne’s cold voice, he pouted, hummed, "Mommy got mad at you and left!"
After speaking, Little Dumpling took a step with his short legs, intending to run out of the dining room.
Before he could run two steps, his little hat on his jacket was easily lifted by a hand.
Cyrus Hawthorne picked up Little Dumpling with one hand, his narrow eyes fixed on his unwilling little face, his pretty eyes slightly ringed with red, his voice suddenly dropping, "What happened?"
Uncle Dexter timely explained, "Young Master, Miss Vaughn said she doesn’t feel well and just went upstairs to rest. I saw her complexion was very bad, like she was sick. The young master should be too worried about Miss Vaughn."
Upon hearing this, Cyrus Hawthorne squinted his narrow eyes, after a moment of contemplation, he rested his hand on Kenny’s little head, asking in a deep voice in a different manner, "Did you see anyone?"
Upon hearing this, Kenny’s big eyes rolled, ready with a reply, "It was the big bad lady whose mouth spits fire, seen at the estate last time."
This should not violate his agreement with Mommy, right?
Hearing Kenny’s vivid and amusing description, Cyrus Hawthorne’s eyes showed a faint smile, then he placed him back on the ground, "You don’t like her?"
Kenny seriously nodded his little head, candidly said, "I don’t like her."
Then he suddenly thought of something, gazing at Cyrus Hawthorne’s calm and inscrutable face, he hummed and added, "Even if she’s my grandmother, you can’t force me to like her or get along well with her."
Anyone who harms his mommy is an enemy to him.
This bad lady might be his nominal grandmother, but every time she repeatedly did things to upset and embarrass his mommy, Kenny just wouldn’t acknowledge it.
But if Cyrus Hawthorne reproached him because of this, he’d deduct all his points!
Upon hearing this, Cyrus Hawthorne didn’t show displeasure. He eyed Little Dumpling’s incredibly proud little manner, raising his hand to ruffle his hair heavily.
"No one can force you to do anything you don’t want to do, choosing whom to like or dislike is also your right."
His voice was calm, neither reproach nor disapproval, simply stating an absolutely common truth.