Chapter 565: Chapter 565: Trading My Life for His
Since Kenny hadn’t left the room for such a long time, Uncle Dexter habitually thought he was still busy, so he didn’t go up to call him.
"Busy?" Ann Vaughn furrowed her brows slightly. Kenny had never stayed in his room doing other things when it was time to eat.
Kenny wasn’t in good health, and Ann Vaughn always reminded him to eat three meals on time and maintain regular habits. He’d always been mindful about what to do at what time, very rarely making exceptions.
The more she thought about it, the more Ann Vaughn felt something was off, and she stepped into the elevator without hesitation.
Third floor, the door to the children’s room was closed tightly. Ann Vaughn intended to knock, but as soon as she pressed the door handle, it opened.
The window in the room was open, and the cool breeze rustled the papers and differently sized paintbrushes on the desk, creating a rustling sound.
"Kenny?" Ann Vaughn looked around, walked to the desk to tidy the paper and paintbrushes that were about to be blown away, but suddenly her actions halted.
The drawings she left here last time... were gone.
Ann Vaughn felt a jolt in her heart and called again: "Kenny!"
Usually, upon hearing her voice, the little dumpling would have run out to hug her leg and act spoiled.
But today—
The previous unease instantly threatened to consume Ann Vaughn. She hurried into the bathroom to check, and upon discovering Kenny wasn’t inside, her heart chilled.
Kenny was gone!!
Uncle Dexter was shocked, his eyes nearly went black, he almost couldn’t stand.
Earlier, Ann Vaughn had instructed him to make sure Kenny didn’t leave the villa casually, yet someone still found a loophole!
Uncle Dexter regained his breath and immediately ordered someone to retrieve the surveillance footage.
But who would have thought that the villa’s surveillance equipment had been damaged earlier, capturing nothing.
Looking at the pitch-black surveillance interface, Ann Vaughn’s mind was chaotic, her whole body felt as if it had fallen into an icehouse, unable to stop the cold from her fingertips reaching her heart, chilling her to the bone.
Even her teeth were trembling slightly. She forcibly calmed herself: "The person who would take Kenny at this time is most likely Harold Hawthorne. He wants to use Kenny to threaten me to hand over the Hawthorne Group’s shares, so he probably won’t do anything to Kenny for now..."
"You only guessed half right."
As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Leo Lowell walk in from outside the living room, his expression heavy, "The young master is currently at The Hawthorne Residence."
Kenny is at The Hawthorne Residence?!
Ann Vaughn’s face changed suddenly, she hurried outside without bothering to ask more.
Leo Lowell hesitated for a few seconds, but eventually followed her.
The journey from Number 8 to the main house wasn’t long, but every minute and second was torment for Ann Vaughn.
She didn’t dare imagine what Kenny would face in Laura Quinn’s hands!
Others might still have a shred of compassion for the young, but Laura Quinn absolutely doesn’t!
...
The sky seemed washed by lead, with layers of cloud rolling, not a sliver of moonlight, creating an illusion of an impending storm.
Top floor of The Hawthorne Residence.
The guards at the door only allowed Ann Vaughn to enter alone, while Leo Lowell was stopped outside.
Ann Vaughn didn’t even have time to adjust her breathing, her eyes desperately scanned the surroundings of the terrace, and soon she spotted Laura Quinn.
Kenny was lying on the ground at her feet because the effects of the drugs hadn’t worn off, so he had not yet woken.
His sleeping expression was pure and innocent, defenseless. Looking closely, she could see the pallor on his cheeks, fragile as if touching it would cause it to shatter.
Suddenly, Laura Quinn paused her sharpened nails at Kenny’s curled lashes, tapping them as if she was about to viciously poke them into his eyes.
Seeing this scene, Ann Vaughn’s heart nearly stopped, fearing this madwoman would disregard everything and press her nails into Kenny’s eyes, "Don’t touch him!"
"Oh, you made it not too late." Laura Quinn turned her head to look at Ann Vaughn, her once well-maintained face now showing a lot of wrinkles and dark spots.
Her aged appearance couldn’t be hidden by any meticulous makeup or luxurious attire.
"This is between us. Why do you always bring my child into it?" Ann Vaughn’s hands clenched tighter, almost digging into her palm, "If you want revenge, you can just come at me!"
Laura Quinn’s smile reached her lips, but her eyes were maliciously gloomy, "Mother’s debt repaid by the child, haven’t you heard of that saying?"
"What’s one dead child enough? I want you to spend your life childless, suffer a lonely existence!"
Hearing this, the fury in Ann Vaughn’s chest directly hit her head, "You lunatic!"
"Lunatic?" Laura Quinn’s eyes turned cold, her nails abruptly scratched Kenny’s cheek downward, then grabbed his neck and lifted him, stretching him out over the rail!
Kenny’s small body was directly suspended outside the railing, nearly seven floors up from the ground!
If Laura Quinn suddenly let go, then Kenny—
"No—" Watching this thrilling scene, Ann Vaughn’s eyes went black for a moment, wishing she could rush up to snatch him from Laura Quinn’s grip.
But Laura Quinn never considered Kenny her grandson, so naturally, she never cared about his life’s safety.
As soon as Ann Vaughn moved, Laura Quinn made a gesture to let go, "Don’t want the little bastard to fall down dead, then stand still."
The unconscious Kenny was pinched so hard, his pale cheeks turned bright red, yet she had no mercy, seemingly only satisfied by squeezing him to death!
"Don’t hurt him!" Ann Vaughn feared she would really throw Kenny down, her voice turned hoarse with panic: "You want to deal with me, let him go, I’ll trade my life for his!"
Seeing Ann Vaughn’s terrified and frightened expression, Laura Quinn felt a rush of joy, her tortured spirit momentarily soothed.
"Alright, I’ll give you this chance!" Laura Quinn sneered, "As long as you kneel now, give me a hundred loud kowtows, I’ll let this little bastard go."
Ann Vaughn looked at Kenny’s bright red cheeks and his mouth slightly open for unconscious breathing, her heart felt like it was clenched tightly by big hands, tearing it with pain.
If she could, she would rather be the one Laura Quinn treated this way.
"Unwilling? Fine, then let this little bastard suffer for his mother, go to hell—" Laura Quinn’s fingers loosening Kenny’s neck released two more.
Kenny swayed slightly, almost falling into the void!
Ann Vaughn hurriedly stopped her: "I’ll kneel!"
With that, the clear sound of knee hitting the ground rang out.
Laura Quinn nearly couldn’t restrain her joyous laughter from bursting from her heart.
This bitch never foresaw this day, did she?
Now that Cyrus Hawthorne is already dead, she wants to see who can protect her!
"Oh, isn’t this the new CEO of Hawthorne Group? Weren’t you quite awe-inspiring before, now look at you, like a stray dog?" At that moment, a voice came from the terrace door.