Chapter 380: Chapter 380: Bullying Your Mommy Is Legally Permitted
Very soon, the planning minister quickly excused himself and left.
Cyrus Hawthorne sat down beside the table, his long legs elegantly crossed, and asked softly, "How is it?"
Dragon nodded, "The DNA is already on its way, and it will arrive in three days. That woman named Cynthia Sheridan has been sent to the patrol station prison."
"Very good." Cyrus Hawthorne’s thin lips slowly curved, and his narrow black eyes revealed a hint of bloodthirstiness, "Arrange it as I previously instructed."
The meaning was unmistakable.
Once Cynthia Sheridan steps into the patrol station prison, she’s no longer the high-and-mighty heiress of the Sheridan Family.
But the lowest-ranked prisoner.
If Cyrus Hawthorne gives even the slightest hint, many people would make Cynthia Sheridan wish for death rather than life.
"Yes." Dragon responded and then left.
The terrace returned to silence.
Cyrus Hawthorne’s gaze was fixed on the report on the computer in front of him. His inherently cold visage grew colder, even extending to a faint hint of irritation.
After sitting quietly for a while, he couldn’t focus on a single word.
Things like this almost never happened before.
Even when that little brat wasn’t around, she could easily unsettle his thoughts.
Cyrus Hawthorne raised his hand and pressed hard against his brow, then stood up and walked back into the room with heavy steps.
His water-like indifferent gaze swept across the bedroom, and when it landed on the scene by the sofa, it suddenly paused.
On the snow-white carpet were a few casually thrown chip bags, a platter of sliced fruits, and a glass of bubbling cola on the glass coffee table above.
A certain little woman, relying on the high indoor temperature, was wearing only a little spaghetti strap top, sprawled on the carpet reading a comic book, her slender fair legs swaying leisurely behind her.
Cyrus Hawthorne’s temple twitched slightly, and his brow furrowed more and more tightly, "Who allowed you to drink iced cola?" he asked coldly.
"Someone who scolds me for small things like that has no right to control me." Ann Vaughn huffed softly, not raising her head as she continued looking at the comic book in her hands.
Cyrus Hawthorne’s thin lips tugged, leaned over, snatched the comic book from her hands, and then pulled her into his embrace with one hand.
"Small matter?" His voice was dangerously low, his gaze at her full of menace, "Who gave you the guts to disobey me and do such a thing?"
God knows when he saw her face covered in blood and unconscious, his heart nearly stopped beating.
And yet she dared say he had no right to manage her?
She really needed a lesson.
At that moment, the faintly pleasant cold scent invaded Ann Vaughn’s breath, she struggled slightly, and pouted her red lips discontentedly, "I knew what I was doing..."
Cyrus Hawthorne’s gaze turned dark, and he lowered his head to bite her neck, hearing her tender cry of pain, his expression grew even colder.
"You still know pain?"
"I didn’t lose consciousness, of course, I know pain!" Ann Vaughn clutched the spot he’d bitten, her lips quivering in grievance.
She was a trained herbalist; there’s no way she couldn’t smell the drugs in the pastries.
But to make it seem more realistic, she didn’t immediately treat herself.
After Sherry gave her the antidote pill, she quickly regained consciousness, and the toxins spread on her face were cleared away.
Honestly, it was only scary and intensely painful at the time.
Still, it caused Silas Kane, Luke, and Quinn and even Susie Sommers to worry about her, making her feel terribly guilty.
After Ann Vaughn explained everything, Susie Sommers nearly squeezed her to death, demanding she take responsibility for her fragile heart.
Fortunately, it ended without any real danger, and the result was quite good.
After all, one can’t catch a wolf without sacrificing a lamb; if Cynthia Sheridan isn’t dealt with now, her future antics will only make Ann Vaughn more frustrated.
Thus, this was why Ann Vaughn risked eating those poisoned pastries.
But she never expected Cyrus Hawthorne would be angry, cold towards her for days, and ignore everything she said or did, treating her like air.
Of course, that was only during the day.
At night, a certain someone would...
Wait.
Ann Vaughn suddenly paused, recalling the time she deliberately took a cold shower to make herself sick, only to be found out by Cyrus Hawthorne.
Could it be that from the start, it wasn’t because she deceived him that angered him?
It was simply because she didn’t cherish her health!?
Before Ann Vaughn could figure this out, the sudden coolness on her lips forced her back to reality. As she looked up again, Cyrus Hawthorne’s handsome face was right in front of her.
Ann Vaughn’s cheeks flushed, her small hands clenched against his chest, but she didn’t push him away.
Just when Ann Vaughn felt her brain was lacking in oxygen, the door was suddenly pushed open!
"Mommy!"
"Cough, cough..." Ann Vaughn quickly left Cyrus Hawthorne’s arms in a panic, trying to maintain composure as she looked at Little Dumpling standing at the doorway, "What, what’s the matter?"
Compared to her flustered state, Cyrus Hawthorne appeared more composed, with his cold visage revealing no trace of surprise, only his slightly narrowed black eyes showed the irritation of being interrupted.
Kenny suspiciously glanced at his flushed-faced mommy, then at the Archfiend calmly leaning on the sofa.
Something felt off.
"Mommy, auntie is here to see you, she’s downstairs!" Kenny thought for a while before returning his gaze, looking well-behaved.
"Mommy knows, I’ll be right down!" Ann Vaughn nodded and turned to walk towards the dressing room.
Once she entered the dressing room, only Cyrus Hawthorne and Kenny were left in the room, their eyes locking as if sparks were flying.
"Weirdo, don’t bully my mommy." Kenny lifted his little head, staring seriously at Cyrus Hawthorne with his beautiful big eyes, "My fist is as big as a sandbag, and it’s no joke!"
With that, he clenched his little fist, raising it towards Cyrus Hawthorne.
Cyrus Hawthorne glanced at his "sandbag-sized fist," and the curve of his lightly colored thin lips deepened, "When I bully your mommy, even the law allows it."
His words seemed to have a deeper meaning, and Kenny instantly understood what he meant, sitting down on the sofa opposite with some confusion, "When did you find out?"
"So, you knew all along?" Cyrus Hawthorne raised an eyebrow, noticing Little Dumpling’s slightly frustrated look, it wasn’t hard to guess that he had known about Cyrus Hawthorne and Ann Vaughn not being divorced for a while.
Not only did he know, but Little Dumpling also kept it a tight secret, not even informing Ann Vaughn.