Chapter 636: Chapter 636: Love to the Bone
Glittering drops of tears irresistibly rolled down her reddened cheek, all gently wiped away by the man’s jade-like fingers.
At this moment, the moonlight outside the window was thick, blending with the drowsiness filling the room.
...
A hospital in the suburbs.
The third-floor ward had just experienced chaos, leaving the medical staff exhausted, yet they could only muster their spirits and stay vigilant, injecting a sedative into the man lying on the bed.
The nurses cautiously tidied up the mess on the floor before leaving the ward together with the doctor who administered the injection.
The ward door was drawn closed by bodyguards, who then turned to notice Miyi Yates approaching in her light brown vintage long dress, promptly greeting her, "Miss Miya, you’re here."
Miyi Yates acknowledged with a sound, "Is he willing to give in?"
"Same as always, he’d rather endure unbearable pain, banging his head against the wall, than accept our help."
"Didn’t expect he’s still a tough nut to crack." Miyi Yates raised her hand to tidy her meticulously maintained long hair, smiling slightly, "Then leave him be, as long as it doesn’t threaten his life, let him be."
The bodyguards remained silent.
The Family Head’s order was for them to protect the person inside and persuade him to agree to quit the addiction to mulberry flowers, not remain indifferent.
Seeing their reluctance to cooperate, Miyi Yates said no more, pushed open the door, and entered the ward.
She walked straight to the bedside, glanced at the man who had just been sedated and was now asleep, placed a small package in his palm, and covered him with the blanket.
"Don’t let your mother down."
After saying this, Miyi Yates left the ward, instructed the bodyguards not to disturb the man for now, and then departed.
Shortly after she left, the man who should have been asleep suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the package in his palm, and a hint of gloom flashed in his eyes.
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The sky, which had been overcast with rain for days, finally cleared up, and the sunshine was perfect.
It was only after the phone on the bedside rang repeatedly that Ann Vaughn was finally pulled out of her dreamy sleep, regaining some clarity.
Ann Vaughn, with bleary eyes, fumbled for the phone on the bedside and placed it by her ear, "Hello?"
"Hello, Doctor Aquarelle, it’s been a long time since we last met."
The exotic accent suddenly entered her ears, leaving Ann Vaughn stunned for several seconds as she dug through her distant memory to identify the owner of the voice.
"Mr. Cherith, how have you been lately?" Ann Vaughn rubbed her messily tangled hair, suppressing her sleepiness to sit up and greeted in F language.
"Political affairs have been smooth as usual, but my daughter’s health is declining, her condition is recurring, often leaving me worried."
Upon hearing this, Ann Vaughn immediately understood the implication of Cherith Burleigh’s words and chuckled, "I understand what you mean."
Cherith finally laughed too, his voice adding a touch of relaxation, "In that case, I’ll instruct my assistant to book your flight and hotel, awaiting your arrival."
After hanging up the phone, Ann Vaughn felt like a fish lacking proper salt, lying back on the bed and rolling towards the sunlight to get an even tan.
Years ago, Cherith helped her out significantly, maybe a mere triviality to him, not needing her repayment.
But Ann Vaughn insisted on repaying the favor and promised that if he ever needed any help, he could come to her anytime.
She never expected that such a day would actually come.
F Country...
Suddenly remembering something important, Ann Vaughn hurriedly opened her phone calendar to check the date today. Upon seeing the number, the last trace of drowsiness in her eyes vanished out of shock.
The calendar glaringly showed that today was December 29th.
Ann Vaughn nearly blacked out, as she had already planned what to do with Kenny and Cyrus Hawthorne on New Year’s Eve, bought gifts, and was just short of giving them.
However, time unexpectedly hit her with a brutal blow!
With a "thud," her phone slipped from Ann Vaughn’s hand.
The salted fish, Ann Vaughn, lay lifelessly on the bed, suddenly losing the will to live.
After a while, Ann Vaughn resigned to her fate, climbed out of bed to freshen up, and went downstairs for lunch.
"Uncle Dexter, hasn’t Kenny gotten up yet?" Ann Vaughn asked as she sat down in her usual spot, noticing that Kenny’s lunch spot was not set up.
Uncle Dexter placed a bowl of ginseng chicken soup in front of Ann Vaughn, "Young Madam, you forgot, young master is at Cloudmere Manor. Old Master sent for him early in the morning.
"He said the hot spring specially tailored for the young master is ready, and he wants the young master to personally see if there’s anything dissatisfying."
The affection of Old Master Hawthorne for Kenny is evident to all.
Last month, when Kenny went to Cloudmere Manor, he mentioned soaking in a hot spring with Ann Vaughn after returning to the country. Old Master Hawthorne remembered it.
He then promptly arranged for a small hot spring to be built at the manor, specially prepared for Kenny.
It’s worth mentioning, the previous month Kenny saw an ice sculpture on television and liked it very much. Old Master Hawthorne directly invited the award-winning ice sculpture team over to create an ice sculpture park for Kenny.
That ice sculpture park still stands on the frozen lake at Cloudmere Manor, spectacular indeed.
Perhaps if the Little Dumpling wanted a star from the sky, Old Master Hawthorne would find someone to fetch it for him, truly cherishing him to the bone.
Ann Vaughn paused, recalling the extravagant astronomical telescope and the rear mountain ski resort Old Master Hawthorne had previously given Kenny.
After holding back for a while, she finally remarked, "...Grandpa, isn’t he being too extravagant?"
"How could it be?" Uncle Dexter chuckled, "Young Madam, you aren’t aware, every time the young master visits the manor, Old Master eats an extra bowl of rice, and his spirits are noticeably better, that’s a priceless blessing."
Ann Vaughn nodded, sipping the chicken soup, glanced at the ingredients, and was taken aback.
"This soup..."
"This was ordered by young master before he left, instructing the kitchen to prepare it for you, saying your health needs nourishing."
Nouri... Nourishment?!
Ann Vaughn almost choked on the chicken soup, her fair and delicate skin blushing like rouge, yearning to bury herself in the soup.