Chapter 342: Chapter 342: The Missing Her Highness the Princess
This season is prone to contagious colds, and major hospitals receive a lot of patients every day, with waiting times of two or three hours.
Although special circumstances can receive special treatment, such thorough and quick service is absolutely rare.
Hearing this, Ann Vaughn paused, a faint warmth appeared in her eyes, "It was Cyrus Hawthorne who arranged it."
Almost right after she hung up the phone with Sherry, he had already arranged everything.
"It was actually him?" Sherry was a bit surprised. She had always thought Annie’s ex-husband was a man who was all show and no substance; otherwise, he wouldn’t have forced her and Kenny to wander abroad, unable to return home.
"Then he must still like you a lot." Sherry concluded with amusement in her voice.
Ann Vaughn was puzzled, "Really?"
Thinking of how he bullied her to death on the Ferris wheel, Ann Vaughn felt ashamed.
Luckily, no one recognized her in the adjacent compartments; otherwise, where would she put her face in the future?
"Think about it, he doesn’t know that Kenny is his biological son. On the surface, Kenny is my son, right? But your tension and urgency at the time, even I could sense it over the phone, let alone him who was with you."
"If he didn’t care about you, why would he go to such lengths for someone irrelevant? Isn’t it all because he doesn’t want you to worry?"
Sherry had been through it, so she could easily figure out the key to it all.
That man is the most powerful king in S Country, but even with his power and status, why would he go to so much trouble for an outsider?
It’s just... the drunken man’s intention is not in the wine.
Listening to Sherry’s analysis, Ann Vaughn just found it amusing, took out a cotton swab to apply medicine to Kenny, "You’re overthinking it. Such a trivial matter is just a convenience for him, with no other meaning."
She didn’t dare to think there was any other meaning.
Seeing Ann Vaughn like this, Sherry knew what she was thinking.
When people repeatedly fall, get injured, and scar in one place, they tend to avoid it like the plague, subconsciously protecting themselves.
While this mindset isn’t wrong, it holds her back, making it difficult to let go and open her heart.
Sherry didn’t say anything about it, just felt a bit worried.
So many CPs, which one should she root for?
Meanwhile.
In the lounge on the second floor of The Snowbell Clinic.
"Ouch! Can’t you be gentle? Are you deaf?!" Cynthia Sheridan, who had her face covered by a veil, twisted her face in pain, angrily glaring at the woman applying medicine to her.
"I’m sorry, boss. I’ll be more careful," the woman whispered, continuing to apply the medicine.
Looking at her bloodied and raw hand, Cynthia gritted her teeth in anger, "Little bastard, hitting so hard! Next time I see him, I’ll kill him!"
Upon hearing this, the woman kept her head low, fearing to get caught up in the rage.
"So angry, you must have failed again?" At this point, the door to the lounge opened, and Jane Sheridan walked in.
Cynthia’s angry expression instantly turned into a flattering smile upon seeing Jane, "Bella, did you deliver the item?"
Jane nodded coldly, "Results will be available in two days at most. If that child is indeed my brother’s, we won’t have to take action; someone will naturally deal with Ann Vaughn."
Neither the Hawthorne Family nor the Sheridan Family will spare Ann Vaughn at that time.
She just didn’t believe they couldn’t take that bitch down this time.
"Bella, you’re brilliant, coming up with such a great idea." Cynthia beamed, showing no hint of her previous arrogance.
"No need to flatter me. If you don’t heal your face soon and Dad finds out, no one can save you." Jane glanced at Cynthia’s face, sneering, "You’re not worthy of Mr. Hawthorne, better recognize your own status."
"If it happens again, regardless of Dad’s favoritism, that person will want your life."
As expected, when Jane mentioned "that person," Cynthia’s face immediately turned pale, looking quite frightening.
She gritted her teeth, forcing a smile, "Don’t worry, from now on, I won’t have any inappropriate thoughts."
She didn’t want to get disfigured again!
But as long as she played her current good cards right, why not seize the opportunity to suppress Ann Vaughn?
She is now Cynthia Sheridan, the most favored third miss of the Sheridan Family, Ann Vaughn couldn’t catch up to her nobility even if she tried!
...
The next morning.
Kenny woke up to find his mom, who had stayed up watching over him all night, looking very tired and not even noticing he was awake.
Kenny didn’t wake Ann Vaughn, he took a small blanket to cover her and then took out his palm mirror from his pocket.
He hadn’t had the chance to send the weapon design to Spade J yet, if it hadn’t been for that crazy woman yesterday, he wouldn’t have been delayed for so long.
Thinking of this, Kenny furrowed his little brows. The crazy woman had a face full of scars, so he couldn’t even see who she was.
Very few people know he’s "My King," and it’s highly likely they were targeting his mom.
As Kenny mused, he sent the design to Spade J and was about to log off when he saw five consecutive messages from Spade J.
"No justice, no justice! For your little sweetheart, I almost got caught by the patrol bureau, and you’re heartlessly delaying your design submission!"
"My Little King, do you no longer love me?"
"You hung up on me last time! Did you know I had something important to ask you? You can’t treat me differently just because I’m not a beauty like Eve!"
Kenny skipped the subsequent complaints, his chubby fingers tapped twice, and he responded directly.
"I’m still young, I don’t understand what you’re saying, what do you want to know?"
"Come on! You must be 40 or 50, otherwise, you wouldn’t be able to design weapons with such amazing destructive power, trying to fool me?" Spade J wrote in a tone of "I’ve seen through everything," not believing him at all.
Although he often referred to Kenny as "My Little King," it was just a playful nickname.
In fact, they’ve long internally categorized Kenny as a mature and meticulous old man.
Kenny sent over an ellipsis, almost wanting to delete the design from his computer.
Fortunately, Spade J was sensible enough to move on to the main point, asking him, "How come your little sweetheart is the missing Princess of Gothasen?"
"I went back and checked; the woman revered as ’The First Royal Consort’ by all citizens of Gothasen has the same name as your little sweetheart."
"You wouldn’t have... stolen the princess and fled to S Country for asylum, would you? My gosh, My Little King, are you crazy enough to provoke the madman Warren Vance?"