Chapter 357: Chapter 357: The Snowbell Clinic Throws a Wrench in the Works
"This is Annie and my child." Cyrus Hawthorne slightly curved his thin lips, "Forget it, you wouldn’t understand."
Silas Master Moore: "..."
Damn it.
Getting a face full of PDA.
Yet this wasn’t even the most outrageous part.
Far away in K Country, Julian Ford had just escaped from a drinking party and was about to enter dreamland when a phone call jolted him back to reality.
"Isn’t it still early morning over there? Don’t you have a nightlife?"
"No nightlife, where would I get a son?" Cyrus raised his brows lightly, his tone full of amusement, "Sorry, I forgot your nightlife is zero."
Julian instantly lost all his sleepiness, not even minding the teasing, "What kind of joke is this? When did you get a son? Did you steal or snatch one? Cyrus, that’s illegal!"
"..."
Cyrus didn’t bother answering his foolish question, and instead, sent a photo of Ann Vaughn and Kenny taken at the villa to Julian.
There was silence for a few seconds before Julian’s amazed voice came through, "Your wife is really beautiful, and the little one inherited all the best from both of you."
As he continued with his praises, Julian sighed.
Noticing his change in mood, Cyrus raised his hand and pressed against the curve of his lips, asking in a deep voice, "When are you coming back to the country?"
"Soon, I just need to make a trip to Gothasen, then I’ll return."
"Do me a favor."
"What is it?"
"There is a skilled doctor on the Isle of Flora, help me investigate all her experiences on the island." Cyrus supported himself on the white railing in front of him, gazing at the distant lights with a serene look.
Julian considered it, "Alright, I’ll contact you once I find out."
There was no need to know the specific information about that doctor.
Because Julian was fully capable of gathering all the doctors’ histories.
"Thanks." Once Cyrus finished speaking, he slid his long finger across the screen and hung up the call.
Remembering the words Kenny said in the morning, his brows furrowed tighter and ultimately turned into a light sigh between his lips.
That night, the elite circle in The Imperial Capital was destined for restlessness.
The friends who received the "boastful son" phone call were all stuck between wanting to sleep and feeling uncomfortably agitated.
Sure, dealing with dog food is bearable, right?
But dealing with "boastful son" food, is that even human?
Adding to that, if this matter gets known by the family matriarch, it would definitely be like the times they were told "Why can’t you learn from Cyrus and get first place every time to make me proud."
Forcing them to carry on the family line...
The next morning, Ann Vaughn nearly burst out laughing from indirectly sensing the resentment of those sons through Susie Sommers.
She really struggled to imagine Cyrus Hawthorne calling each of those sons one by one, forcibly dragging them out of their dreams, and proudly telling them, "I have a son." What kind of expression would that be?
By this reasoning, he really seems to like Kenny.
—Despite how dismissive he seems of him.
But there’s always someone happy and someone sad about any matter.
At The Snowbell Clinic, the scene was entirely different.
On the table, expensive porcelain cups were swept to the floor, and even the nearby flowers and plants were overturned, leaving the room in a mess.
Cynthia Sheridan’s face no longer bore any trace of arrogance, as she looked fearful and intimidated at the grim-faced Jane Sheridan.
"Jan, Bella, it’s just that the identification result was lost; we can just do it again calmly, it’s not a big deal..."
"Shut up!" Jane harshly interrupted Cynthia, "You fool! Haven’t you considered that there won’t be a second chance for you to get close to that fellow?"
"I, I..."
She couldn’t say a word for a long time, and Jane grew impatient with her, pacing back and forth in the lounge.
The identification result suddenly went missing, saying that no one tampered with it is hard to believe!
Clearly, just a little more, that wretched Ann Vaughn would have been absolutely unable to avoid being detested by the Hawthorne Family!
Suddenly, Jane stopped in her tracks, her face growing cold as she looked at Cynthia, "Serena said that child is my brother’s, and my brother admitted it on the spot. Even without the identification result, it doesn’t affect anything."
"So, what do you mean?"
"Since that’s the case, we just need to push this matter so Dad knows; by that time, even without us lifting a finger, Dad will handle her." Jane’s expression was icy, her gaze venomous, "Including you."
Cynthia shrank back a bit, trying to keep calm, "Me, what’s wrong with me?"
"Dad will definitely send someone to take Ann Vaughn away by then; have you ever thought, if Dad sees Ann’s face... Ha, everything you have now will turn into nothing."
This statement directly hit Cynthia’s weak spot, making her forget her fear of Jane, eyes full of hatred.
"Bella, rest assured, I’ve arranged everything, she can’t escape."
"That’s your business, I’m not interested in meddling," Jane sneered, "Aunt Quinn already knows about that wretch having had a child, by then we can still use her for something."
Thinking of Laura Quinn, Cynthia’s gaze flickered slightly, but she nodded obediently on the surface.
Jane Sheridan seeks to marry Cyrus through schemes and tricks, but that’s not her style.
She’s holding a world-shaking secret about Laura Quinn...
...
Outside Vaughn Clinic.
Ann Vaughn checked inside and out, becoming more impressed and amazed as she looked, feeling the design and renovation fees she spent were worthwhile.
The whole Vaughn Clinic exudes an ancient and elegant taste, flawlessly harmonious.
Especially the wooden deer antler shelves on the walls and corners, ingeniously crafted so that even Ann Vaughn found them lovable.
What’s more, underneath the rest area table behind the consultation desk, there’s surprisingly a small koi pond, with a few butterfly tail fish swimming, alongside some aquatic plants.
It instantly brought the scene to life.
"Mr. Regis, I really must thank you for all your hard work recently, I love the design here," Ann Vaughn walked up to Regis and thanked him, her eyes filled with joy.
"No need to be so polite, I got paid," Regis waved it off, glancing at her feet, hesitated to speak, and ultimately remained silent.
If this young boss knew that the items in this clinic together totaled tens of times more than the design and renovation fees she paid...
She probably wouldn’t even dare to walk on it.
Better not to say anything.
"If you have the time, the clinic is opening the day after tomorrow; you shouldn’t miss it."
"Very well, I happen to be free that day."
Seeing Regis agree, Ann Vaughn smiled again, but as she watched Sherry rush over, the serious expression on Sherry’s face made her heart skip.
"The Snowbell Clinic spread the word in the circle, anyone who steps foot into Vaughn Clinic would be an enemy of the Sheridan Family. Most of the clients who made appointments have canceled, leaving less than five people."