Chapter 588: Chapter 588: He Is Punishing Her
Ann Vaughn ultimately paid the price for the wrong words she said last night.
She couldn’t escape that bed the whole night, being turned over and over, with relentless intimacy.
When she groggily woke up the next day in the afternoon and saw the chaotic marks on her body, Ann Vaughn’s face turned slightly pale.
It wasn’t affection, it was punishment.
He was punishing her.
As this thought arose, Ann Vaughn’s head spun, and she quickly raised her hand to rub the acupoint behind her neck. Once the discomfort eased a bit, she suddenly remembered something important—
Last night, she was taken away by Cyrus Hawthorne and didn’t get a chance to tell Quinn!
Ann Vaughn gasped, found her phone, and called Quinn.
Unexpectedly, Quinn told her that Cyrus Hawthorne had long sent someone to inform Quinn about this and had taken away her signed contract.
Quinn was shooting an advertisement in the studio at that moment and didn’t have time to say much to Ann Vaughn before hurriedly hanging up to continue her work.
But Ann Vaughn searched the whole room and couldn’t find any trace of the contract.
At that moment, the bathroom door suddenly opened.
Ann Vaughn raised her eyes at the sound and met the gaze of the man who was looking at her.
The chaotic memories of last night surged back into Ann Vaughn’s mind like a tide, lodging a thorn precisely in her heart.
Even the slightest touch would hurt.
She was the first to look away, released the heating pillow she was holding, got out of bed, went to the closet to pick up clothes, and walked into the bathroom without looking back.
By the time she came out after washing up, the cool figure was already gone from the room.
Ann Vaughn lowered her eyes, hiding the self-mockery deep within them.
No explanation or accountability whatsoever; she really was expecting too much, indulging in self-delusions.
Perhaps, in his heart, there was no need to explain anything to her at all.
Downstairs.
In the dining room, only Kenny was having a meal, looking still half asleep, occasionally yawning.
Seeing Ann Vaughn walk into the dining room, Little Dumpling’s beautiful eyes lit up instantly, softly asking, "Mommy, good morning. Is your body still uncomfortable?"
Ann Vaughn felt her heart sink, walked over to kiss Little Dumpling’s cheek, not wanting him to worry: "Not uncomfortable anymore, thank you, darling."
Little Dumpling meowed proudly, puffing out his little chest.
Although the pillow and ginger tea were prepared by The Archfiend, he also put in a lot of effort to move these things into mommy’s room!
"Let mommy see how your injuries are now." After sitting down, Ann Vaughn let Kenny take off his jacket first, checked the injury on his arm, and then took his pulse.
Little Dumpling instinctively wanted to dodge but feared it would make Ann Vaughn more worried, so he reluctantly stayed put.
His condition was even frailer than before.
Although he had been resting well these past few days, the skin around his shoulders and neck still showed signs of bruising, slightly swollen and recovering very slowly.
There shouldn’t be any problem with daily activities, but assembling robot parts, which are delicate tasks, would be impossible.
For someone with a normal constitution, the injury would likely recover in three to four days, but for Kenny, it might take more than three times that.
Ann Vaughn pursed her lips, forcing back the bitterness in her heart, and rubbed Kenny’s little head, asking, "Has Kenny not gone out to play with mommy for a long time?"
"Yes." Kenny nodded his head, "Mommy, have you finally realized your mistake?"
Ann Vaughn choked up; she used to want to take.
But the places Kenny wanted to play were all risky activities like parachuting, bungee jumping, and zip-lining.
He was little, but his courage was quite big.
"How about mommy sets aside an entire day tomorrow to spend with Kenny?"
"Kenny is not a child anymore and doesn’t need mommy to accompany, though..." Kenny’s eyes rolled around, then he asked with shining eyes, "Really the whole day?"
Ann Vaughn held back her laughter and nodded.
Since coming back to the country, she hadn’t taken Little Dumpling out to play much, partly because she was concerned about his health, and partly because he never asked.
As a result, Ann Vaughn mistakenly thought that his silence meant he didn’t want.
After lunch, Kenny drank his medicine obediently and went upstairs to rest, while Ann Vaughn returned to the room to search again, but still couldn’t find the contract.
She suddenly remembered, Quinn said the contract was taken away by someone sent by Cyrus Hawthorne.
So it’s highly likely that the contract is still in his hands...
Thinking about this, Ann Vaughn only felt as if her brain were separated from its core, aching terribly.
She simply decided not to dwell on it, took her handbag, and left Villa No. 8.
...
"I heard she was pushed off the building and died, a bloody mess... really scary. No idea when the patrol will catch the culprit."
"Said for a long time that the entertainment industry is chaotic. This actress probably offended someone, pity."
"Lyncroft is already relatively remote, its security strength is not as strong as our Imperial Capital, probably would take a long time to get results."
"Compared to that, am I the only one more curious about President Hawthorne’s mysterious fiancée? Besides those photos, there’s not a shred of information online."
"Wasn’t that news PR’d by Hawthorne Corp? Well, I think it’s almost certain."
The clinic still had some break time left, with no guests, as the staff gathered together to discuss recent news gossip.
Ann Vaughn heard them talk about Lyncroft upon entering from the back door, her eyelids jumping.
She remembered... Vera White seems to be in Lyncroft now.
"Did something happen in Lyncroft?" Ann Vaughn, holding her mug of brown sugar water, casually asked.
"Boss, you’re here." A few people gathered around greeted her, hearing that she was curious too, they told her the news in detail.
In short, an actress was pushed off the building during filming in Lyncroft, and this actress was pregnant, thus two lives perished.
As for why it was said she was pushed and not a suicide, it was because items suspected to not belong to the victim were found at the scene, and the patrol is investigating.
Moreover, after the actress was harmed, her manager went missing.
Thus, the patrol listed this manager as the prime suspect.
"What’s the name of her manager?" Ann Vaughn’s eyelid twitched harder, her brows furrowed, with an extremely ominous feeling suddenly arising.
The staff thought for a moment, "Let me think... Seems to be Vian?"
At least it’s not Bella Hawthorne...
Ann Vaughn let out a heavy breath, though her heart was still uneasy, she took out her phone to call Bella Hawthorne.