Chapter 415: Chapter 415: A Mistress?!
Ann Vaughn looked at him with a serious expression that didn’t seem like he was joking. The thoughts troubled by the MX plan were suddenly replaced by another notion.
He wanted her to stay by his side, yet he was secretly fighting for Kenny’s custody, could it be that he...
Actually wanted her to be his mistress?!
Ann Vaughn, who was overthinking, was startled by her own guess. She grabbed Cyrus Hawthorne’s sleeve, shivering as she asked, "You want Kenny’s custody, it couldn’t be because..."
"Dr. Vaughn! President Chambers’s fever has subsided, please come take a look!" An excited voice from the nurse came from outside the door.
Once again interrupting what Ann Vaughn wanted to ask.
And with this interruption, Ann Vaughn realized how ridiculous her thoughts were.
If it really were about being a mistress, he seemed to have no need to admit being her boyfriend... What nonsense was she thinking!
Ann Vaughn felt embarrassed for a moment, then got up from the sofa and said to Cyrus Hawthorne, who was focused on the examination results, "I’ll go check the situation, wait for me a bit."
Having said that, she briskly walked out of the lounge.
The man lounging on the sofa, cold and composed, squinted slightly, pressing his tongue against his teeth in a restrained manner, "Heh."
She suddenly left without notice to Marinia and guardedly sent Kenny to Susie Sommers, it turned out she was on guard against him.
In other words, she hadn’t even looked at the contents of that piece of paper.
Otherwise, how could she come up with such groundless ideas?
Ann Vaughn had no idea that just from a few words and minor clues, Cyrus Hawthorne had accurately guessed her real thoughts almost entirely.
When she arrived at the ward, those professors had already finished examining Mr. Chambers, confirming that his fever had subsided and his condition improved. Upon seeing Ann Vaughn enter, they made way for her to examine Mr. Chambers.
"It’s really unimaginable! Just as Dr. Vaughn said, President Chambers’s fever subsided within three days, and the rashes on his body have faded a lot, indicating the epidemic is completely under control, with no possibility of recurrence!" The spectacled professor looked very excited.
To find a breakthrough in such thin documentation, and handle it adeptly, whether it be medication or acupuncture, the doctor is sophisticated and accurate, and so young, she is indeed rare in the medical field.
Initially, to them, Ann Vaughn’s age in the medical community would only be considered as an infant babbling, yet she had surpassed them and even further!
If properly nurtured, her potential is immeasurable...
"The Chinese medicine you’ve been taking these days still cannot be stopped, continue it regularly, supplemented by medicinal baths, recovery will be achieved in less than ten days." Ann Vaughn retracted her pulse-checking hand, finally putting her anxious heart at ease after two days.
No matter how confident she was, the reverence for life did not allow her to have the slightest slack, and the medicine prepared was rigorously proportioned, otherwise, a careless mistake could mean a life.
Fortunately, she succeeded.
Although President Chambers’s condition improved, before fully recovering, he still could not leave the small building and could only stay here for treatment.
With these professors around for follow-up, Ann Vaughn didn’t have to be here all the time, so she greeted them and returned to the lounge.
As she walked in, she saw Cyrus Hawthorne lying where she had just lain, his left leg slightly bent, an arm placed over his eyes to block the overhead light, looking like he was asleep.
Ann Vaughn walked over and poked him lightly on the shoulder, "Quinn?"
He seemed to have not had insomnia for a long time, although he woke up early every day, at least he could fall asleep...
Uh?
Ann Vaughn’s gaze focused; every time she woke up however early, she couldn’t see him by her side. Was it because he habitually woke up early, or because...
He barely slept at all!?
Suddenly, Ann Vaughn felt the finger poking Cyrus Hawthorne’s shoulder being grasped. Looking back in surprise, she saw Cyrus Hawthorne had woken up at some point, those deep whirlpool-like eyes quietly watching her.
"What is it?"
"Uh... I thought you were asleep."
"Just thinking." Cyrus Hawthorne replied plainly, sitting up in the process, his narrow eyes catching sight of the green herb in her hand, "Binding Hul Leaf?"
Upon hearing him correctly stating the name of the herb, Ann Vaughn was somewhat surprised, "How did you know this is Binding Hul Leaf?"
This is a medicinal herb she always keeps in her medical kit, used for medicinal baths to remove bacteria and disinfect, very rare domestically.
"Seen it before." Cyrus Hawthorne replied briefly, turning her small hand upward in his palm, pulling her unguardedly into his embrace with ease, his thin lips nearing her ear, "For a medicinal bath?"
Ann Vaughn, bending her little legs and half-kneeling between his bent legs, felt this posture seemed somewhat dangerous, but still nodded and explained, "I’ve been in prolonged contact with patients these past few days, I can only leave here after disinfection."
"Together."
"What?"
"Save water." Not giving Ann Vaughn a chance to refuse, Cyrus Hawthorne directly scooped her up and walked towards the bathroom.
Ann Vaughn:!!! There’s really no need to save this kind of water, right???
...
An hour and a half later.
Ann Vaughn declined Mrs. Chambers and Iris Chambers’s invitation for her to stay and continue treating President Chambers since he was now past the critical stage. As long as he took the prescribed medication, he would recover soon.
Staying or not wouldn’t change the outcome, especially with the renowned professors around, there’s no need to worry.
After receiving her deserved compensation, Ann Vaughn supported her sore and tired legs and got into the car.
"Worse for a few days, but it wasn’t in vain, hee hee." Happily counting the zeros on the check repeatedly, Ann Vaughn’s eyes curved into crescents.
All the expressions of gratitude were like clouds in the sky, only the warm clinking of silver could soothe her little heart.
Glancing at Ann Vaughn’s little miser mode, counting the zeros with gleeful devotion, Cyrus Hawthorne’s eyes filled with a layer of laughter, his profile unconsciously softening, "Just a million, and you’re this happy?"
Even more thrilled than when he gave her a black card back then?
"For someone like you, dealing with billions every moment, a million might not be much, but for me, it’s quite a lot, okay!" Ann Vaughn huffed, rubbing her cheek against the check, "Moreover, earning it with my own hands, of course, there’s more sense of achievement!"
Achievement?
A glimpse of deep thought flickered in Cyrus Hawthorne’s narrow eyes.
Just then, Ann Vaughn’s phone in her pocket rang. Seeing it was Kenny’s class teacher calling, she immediately answered, "Hello? Teacher Ward, is something the matter?
"
"Miss Vaughn, little Jasper at kindergarten had a minor conflict with another child. In anger, the other child accidentally pushed Jasper, and then..."
"What did you say? My son fell into the swimming pool?!" Upon hearing the teacher’s words, Ann Vaughn almost crushed the check in her hand, eagerly wanting to fly back to The Imperial Capital immediately!