Chapter 374: Chapter 374: This Person Has No Pulse!
"When did I say that?!" She blurted out without thinking.
Upon hearing this, Cyrus Hawthorne knew his guess was right. Only Kenny’s issues could make Annie sensitive, wary, and even resentful due to Laura Quinn’s words.
That was his initial suspicion, but now he was certain.
"Do you remember what I said last night?"
"..." Ann Vaughn nodded reluctantly. After a whole night of "learning by doing," she would probably find it difficult to forget.
Cyrus casually played with a strand of her hair, twirling it around his finger. "Anyone in the Hawthorne Family might tolerate my mother, but you don’t have to."
Because she had no relation to the Hawthorne Family?
Ann lowered her gaze, hiding the mockery and desolation in her eyes. Just as she was about to voice the words she had kept in her heart all night, Cyrus spoke to her with a light yet forceful voice.
"My wife, Cynthia’s wife, is not someone to be bullied. No matter who it is, do you understand?"
At that moment, it felt as if something had impacted Ann’s heart, spreading an indescribable tingling sensation.
He misunderstood that she was upset because of the custody battle over Kenny and felt wronged.
So, he was telling her that regardless of who it was, she had enough support to fight back?
Only because he was behind her.
Even though Ann wasn’t upset because of that, the depression and blockage in her heart strangely dissipated a lot.
—— Wait!
"You just said anyone in the Hawthorne Family might tolerate your mother. Does this mean you’ve remembered the past?!"
Ann suddenly realized something and sat up abruptly, looking at Cyrus in disbelief.
If he hadn’t remembered, how would he know how those in the Hawthorne Family treated Laura Quinn!
Little Annie’s instincts were quite sharp.
Cyrus flashed a faint smile with narrowed eyes and nodded, "Surprise?"
"Two words cannot express this surprise!" Ann almost exploded hearing his casual words, "When did you regain your memory? Why didn’t you tell me sooner!"
She should’ve realized it earlier!
For instance, last time when they left Aurelia Club and were in the car, she faintly sensed something different about him.
Yet at that time, she didn’t think much about it!
"The night before returning to the country. There are many fragments but mostly incomplete." Cyrus seemed indifferent, not too concerned about it.
However, August, who boldly tried a new hypnotic technique on him, was sent to Mordane for a day trip.
According to August, the experiment was a success, but his life was nearly ended.
"Do you remember what happened after you lost your memory?" Ann looked at him with some suspicion, sensing something contrary to what she previously believed.
Cyrus glanced at her briefly, his piercing eyes slightly squinted, "What are you always thinking about?"
"... Nothing, just feel like your amnesia was like a game." She muttered softly.
Maybe it’s just her stupidity, thinking that Cyrus before and after amnesia were two completely different people.
Turns out, it wasn’t.
Ann’s eyes gleamed happily as she couldn’t help but smile.
...
After breakfast, Ann drove to Vaughn Clinic, picked up Sherry, and headed to The Crawford Family with her.
As soon as they got out of the car, Ann saw Cynthia Sheridan step out of another luxury vehicle. Cynthia’s face had almost recovered, and with the help of makeup, she barely resembled Ann.
Seeing Ann, Cynthia rolled her eyes disdainfully, "I thought the Divine Doctor was too scared to come."
"You’re not the only one with a mouth; almost everyone has one to talk, all day long blabbing." Ann’s red lips curled, not even glancing at Cynthia. She informed the Crawford’s security of her identity and went inside with Sherry.
Cynthia watched her back, sneering, "Let’s see how far you can go living off your grandfather’s achievements."
Saying this, she walked in as well.
The Snowbell Clinic’s challenge to Vaughn Clinic, using The Crawford’s call for famous doctors, wasn’t without reason.
Today, there were about ten traditional Chinese medicine doctors at The Crawford Family to treat the Young Master of the Crawford Family.
The "Young Master of the Crawford Family" sat in a wheelchair, pale-faced, receiving one consultation after another and looking dispirited, unlike a young man in his twenties.
Ann watched the doctors approach one by one, only to shake their heads and leave, as if faced with an unresolved mystery that left them speechless.
Otherwise, most would remark, "Unprecedented, never seen before."
Of course, if there was no challenge, it wouldn’t have attracted Ann to come personally.
"Riding on your grandfather’s medical books, do you think you achieved this on your own? You’re just a parasite seeking fame and fortune." Cynthia’s voice was thick with ridicule.
Ann was about to step forward when Cynthia’s mocking tone reached her, bringing a smile to her face.
"If seeking fame and fortune got me this far, it’s something you’ll envy your whole life."
When Ann started treating patients, Cynthia was still playing with Barbie dolls somewhere.
With that, Ann ignored Cynthia’s darkening face and approached the Young Master of the Crawford Family, sitting down before him, and started checking his pulse with her slender fingers.
As soon as her fingers touched his hand, Ann instantly sensed something wrong, gasping.
This person... had no pulse!
Doesn’t that mean he’s dead!?
The assistant next to the Young Master understood Ann found nothing conclusive, and smirked, "Alright, next one."
Then mumbled, "What is it with all these useless quack doctors?"
Ann twitched, finding him incredibly impolite.
"If you can’t do it, move aside for someone competent, don’t hog the bathroom without using it." Cynthia crossed her arms and laughed hearing the assistant’s words.
She said Ann wasn’t competent, doubting those who idolized her as the Divine Doctor had lost their minds.
"Oh? You want to use the bathroom in public? Cynthia, didn’t know you had such a unique hobby." Ann scorned sideways.
Cynthia’s face twisted, and she looked like a fool now.
Originally a plain sentence, Ann’s retort made others wary as if...
Their gaze seemed to hint at fearing she might do something shameless.
Cynthia’s face contorted from anger. This vile woman is here to ruin her life!