Chapter 546: Chapter 546: Surprise
The attending doctor showed no embarrassment in overturning his own judgment. On the contrary, he exclaimed with excitement, "My good friend, I’m retracting what I said earlier, how could I have imagined that the doctor would be in The Imperial Capital?"
Upon hearing such praise for the unnamed doctor, Henry Hawthorne couldn’t help but feel a bit hopeful.
"What is the name of the doctor you’re talking about? I’ll have someone look for them immediately."
"Her name is Aquarelle Vaughn, but she has another name in S Country, I think it’s..." The attending doctor scratched his head, and after a while, a light sparked in his mind, "Ann Vaughn!"
Ann Vaughn!?
Hearing this name, Henry Hawthorne coughed heavily twice, his gray beard trembling a bit.
That child did open a medical clinic, but according to Miya, it was more like a hobby with no real achievement.
But can this be called no achievement?
The attending doctor, unaware of Henry Hawthorne’s complex emotions, almost praised Ann Vaughn to the skies, his compliments nearly first-rate.
It almost made Henry think it was just another person with the same name.
"Tomorrow, have the Young Madam come to the main house, just say I have something to discuss with her." After a moment’s thought, Henry instructed his assistant.
"Okay."
Henry nodded. If Ann Vaughn indeed possessed such abilities, he would have to reassess the value she could bring to the Hawthorne Family.
And if she could reconcile with Laura, that would be even better.
At the same time.
In the room at the end of the fifth floor, fragments and debris were scattered all over, a complete mess.
The evening news was playing on the television, featuring cancer cell inhibitors and Ann Vaughn.
The caretaker stood trembling at the side, and as she raised her head, she looked into a pair of slightly bulging, terrifying eyes that were so horrifying they almost made her kneel!
"Mad... Madam..." the caretaker’s lips quivered, "Shall I turn off the television for you..."
"What? You think I’m mentally unsound, that I can’t even watch TV?" Seated on the sofa, Laura Quinn’s voice was gloomy, coupled with her overly haggard face.
A bizarre scene that made one’s skin crawl.
The caretaker quickly shook her head, not daring to say another word, and bowed her head.
Laura turned her gaze back to the television, gripping the blanket on her knees tightly, unable to suppress the hatred in her heart.
This little brat seems so pleased with herself.
She would absolutely not let her stay smug for long, absolutely not!
"Go bring me the phone." Laura commanded coldly.
The caretaker dared not delay, immediately bringing it to her.
Laura looked at the name in the contacts, and a strong desire for destruction erupted from her unsettling eyes.
Her face, tormented by nightmares for days, appeared extremely twisted, sallow, and ghastly.
This is what you all forced me to do!
...
Ann Vaughn was still unaware that the matter of the inhibitor had been spread. When she left the banquet venue, her handbag was filled with a thick stack of business cards.
—All from those businessmen whose attitudes had inexplicably changed.
They approached her with such enthusiasm that it made Ann a bit overwhelmed.
However, for the company, these were all connections, which might come in handy one day.
But when the time came, Ann still left the venue early and returned to Villa No. 8.
Cyrus Hawthorne’s health had been steadily improving with his regular medication, and if combined with herbal baths and acupuncture, his headaches from old ailments were even more relieved.
The herbs she ordered from The Gilded Pavilion had already arrived, prompting her urgency to leave.
Unexpectedly, the villa wasn’t as brightly lit as usual, appearing pitch black from the outside as if no one was home.
Was everyone already asleep?
That couldn’t be right...
An uneasy feeling hit Ann’s chest. Out of nowhere, the image of those thorny roses and Warren Vance’s face appeared in her mind.
Could it be—
Her eyes narrowed, and without a moment’s hesitation, she pushed the door open and entered the villa, not even bothering to turn on the lights, swiftly feeling her way to the elevator.
Suddenly before her hand could touch the button, she was embraced from behind!
Startled, Ann’s mind went blank, and without thinking, she drove her elbow forcefully toward the intruder’s abdomen!
Before her elbow could connect, the person skillfully intercepted it.
A low, magnetic voice, filled with amusement, brushed her ear, "Not bad, you’ve improved a bit."
Upon hearing the familiar voice, Ann’s tension eased and the cold sweat on her cheek slid down.
"You didn’t scare me purposely just to test if I’ve made progress, did you?" She huffed slightly as she recovered.
As she spoke, she moved to the light switch on the wall.
But Cyrus Hawthorne captured her hand with his warm, slender fingers, intertwining them with hers easily.
The heat from his palm spread to hers, astonishingly warm.
Ann usually had cold extremities, especially in winter, with her hands and feet icy cold, difficult to warm. But with Cyrus around, she would wake up the next day without cold limbs.
Though she drank quite a bit of herbal medicine, her penchant for cold and love for ice drinks made her condition fluctuate.
To avoid being banned from having ice cream forever, Ann hadn’t told Cyrus the exact reason, only blaming the cold weather.
With her thoughts whirling, Ann felt him gently take her head and turn it toward the direction of the floor-to-ceiling window.
"What’s this?" Ann, puzzled by the pitch-black night outside, asked.
Just as her voice faded.
The garden outside the window suddenly lit up, presenting a breathtaking scene before Ann’s eyes.
It was entirely filled with thornless roses!
Everywhere she looked was pure white, interspersed occasionally with pale pink or blue, beautifully dreamlike.
Since leaving Isle of Flora, Ann hadn’t seen so many varieties of thornless roses blooming together in a long time!
Especially on a chilly winter night!
"Cian, Cian!" She exclaimed joyfully, running to the window, glancing back at Cyrus, "How did you manage this? Thornless roses are hard to bloom in cold climates!"
Cyrus narrowed his eyes at the little woman bouncing by the window, the orange light through the window casting on her.
Unaware, she glanced back, her brilliant smile outshone everything else earthly.
He moved beside her, tousling her light-struck, fluffy hair, and softly asked, "Like it?"
"I love it!" Ann’s eyes sparkled, crescent-shaped with delight, "Compared to the thorny roses that can brave harsh climates, I’m more fond of thornless roses that can only bloom in warm climates."
"Oh?" Cyrus’s brow slightly arched, his tone intriguing, "I thought you might prefer the former."