Chapter 569: Chapter 569: You Can Only Be Bullied by Me
As soon as she uttered her soft rebuke, her tender lips were instantly silenced by Cyrus Hawthorne’s long fingers, his dark, night-like eyes fixed intently on her: "Shh, someone might hear us."
Those deep eyes seemed like a vortex, gazing into them for a prolonged period could draw one’s soul into their depths.
Ann Vaughn sniffled quietly, her eyes accusingly watching the man in front of her who was still impeccably dressed, filled with dissatisfaction.
Why was it that he was dressed so neatly when she was...
Thinking of this, Ann Vaughn weakly struggled the arms that Cyrus had pinned against the pillows, her voice breaking: "You’re bullying me again..."
Upon hearing this, Cyrus’s demeanor grew even more pleased, his waist unwaveringly strong, "You’re only allowed to be bullied by me."
Ann Vaughn: ??? What the hell?
...
Deep in the night, silence reigned.
Ultimately, feeling sorry for Ann Vaughn whose hand was still injured, Cyrus didn’t torment her too harshly.
The humidifier beside the hospital bed emitted a lingering white mist, giving the space a hazy, cloud-like feel.
Once Ann Vaughn was sound asleep, Cyrus got up, leisurely tidied his clothes, and then left the room.
There was actually no one outside the ward, apart from the nurse who had come in earlier to deliver medication, no one could approach the ward.
The reason he had frightened Ann Vaughn was simply because she looked too endearingly nervous, and he couldn’t help but tease her.
— If Ann Vaughn heard this, she’d probably be so angry she would puff up like a pufferfish.
Leaving the ward, Cyrus went to the neighboring room to check on Kenny.
The little guy was sleeping soundly, his cheeks rosy from the warmth of the room, appearing innocent and unaffected by the previous fright.
Cyrus was initially worried that Kenny might have nightmares and be unable to sleep tonight, but he didn’t expect his mental resilience to be so strong.
For any three-year-old tot to experience such a fall, it would be hard not to cry, fuss, or have nightmares.
He truly was his son.
Cyrus’s eyes brushed with a faint smile as he tucked Kenny in, lingered a moment, and then turned to leave.
"Family Head." Dr. Kane, waiting outside, came forward with a medical kit as Cyrus exited, "Your wounds need tending."
Cyrus lightly frowned, on the verge of refusing, then recalled Ann Vaughn’s slightly furrowed brow.
"Alright."
"You cannot ignore medical attention for your wounds..." Dr. Kane had initially prepared to exhaust all arguments to persuade Cyrus, but was suddenly choked by his own words.
This... really is peculiar!
Lucas Kane only knew that Cyrus’s injury was on his arm; seeing him move his arms freely earlier, with no signs of discomfort, he assumed the injury wasn’t severe and only required some ointment.
But when Cyrus removed his shirt—
His arms were mottled with purple bruises, horrifyingly swollen, appearing as though his bones were dislocated, the veins vividly visible, utterly alarming.
Different degrees of abrasions were present on his wheat-colored back and chest, the most severe being the yet unhealed wound on his waist.
When he had been injured, his first thought was strangely that Ann Vaughn must not see this...
Cyrus’s narrow eyes lowered gently, his thin lips slightly parted.
Playing coy works only with the gullible. Had he not used the cover of false death to shield her doubts, these injuries would have been impossible to hide.
Allowing her to misunderstand was better than her worrying.
Seeing Cyrus’s upper body injuries, even Dr. Kane, who had mentally prepared himself, involuntarily sighed.
For a moment, he didn’t know whether to admire Cyrus’s incredible resilience or commend Kenny for having such a great dad.
Catching someone with bare hands is not something that can be achieved with courage alone.
Especially in such a precarious situation, any mistake would lead to irreversible consequences.
"Your arm bones are somewhat displaced, I’ll help realign them before removing the blood stasis and applying medicine." Dr. Kane said while opening the medical kit, "If you want to recover faster, you might need the Young Madam to give you a few acupuncture treatments."
Dr. Kane, who routinely checked Cyrus’s health, was well aware of Ann Vaughn’s medical skills.
In less than half a month, Cyrus’s depleted physical condition had gradually improved, much better than it was before.
Unfortunately, having sustained such serious injuries now... meant all previous efforts had been in vain.
"Other than you and me, I don’t want a third person to know about this, understand?" Cyrus lazily squinted, speaking softly.
Dr. Kane felt a chill down his spine, "Understood."
...
The next day.
Ann Vaughn accompanied Kenny through his second detailed physical examination, with the results the same as yesterday’s.
Aside from a slightly sprained arm and some bruising on the back, there was no injury to his internal organs or skeletal structure, already a blessing amid misfortune.
"Mommy, don’t frown, it doesn’t hurt Kenny at all." Kenny leaned on the hospital bed’s edge, watching Ann Vaughn massage his arm with a guilty look, speaking softly to comfort her.
"But Mommy is worried." As soon as Ann Vaughn thought of everything that had happened last night, her face turned pallid, her dislike for Laura Quinn deepening.
This time, even if Cyrus intervened, she was determined to make that madwoman pay the deserved price!
Kenny pursed his small lips, steering the conversation away: "Thanks to Daddy last night."
"Speaking of which... how did Kenny escape last night?" Filled with confusion the whole night, Ann Vaughn finally voiced her doubt.
She hadn’t seen any cushions or the like downstairs, indicating Kenny didn’t survive by landing on some padding.
"Look at this, Mommy." Kenny fished a black cylindrical object from under the covers, pressed its switch, and tossed it upwards!
The cylinder’s top quickly deployed a small parachute, floating gently onto Ann Vaughn’s lap.
Ann Vaughn gazed at the little object in surprise, "What is this?"
"Just a small gadget Kenny made for the robot when bored." Kenny explained, "The wind last night was very strong, so this parachute could only slow my descent slightly, but couldn’t control the direction."
"If Daddy hadn’t caught me, I might have..."
Kenny refrained from finishing the sentence to avoid upsetting Ann Vaughn further.
He was saved thanks to the little parachute, but without The Archfiend, he might not only have died but also become a vegetable.
Plus, Kenny himself didn’t think Cyrus would catch him with his hands without hesitation.
Given his falling speed, injuring his hand was minor; serious consequences could lead to permanent disability...
Catch?
Ann Vaughn’s eyes widened, lips slightly apart in disbelief: "He didn’t... catch you with his hands, did he?!"
Kenny nodded his little head, "He caught me with his hands."
Upon hearing this, a vague scene flashed through Ann Vaughn’s mind.
Last night, until the end, Cyrus remained neatly dressed, not even missing a button.