Chapter 576: Chapter 576: An Agreement?
"There were some accidents before," Ann Vaughn vaguely summarized.
Laura Quinn nodded indifferently, not pressing further, "Since Kenny is Cian’s child and the future heir of the Hawthorne Family, it’s better for him to acknowledge his roots early."
"Yes, Quinn and I will consider it carefully."
These matters were not something Ann Vaughn hadn’t considered.
Ever since Kenny got into a scuffle with a kid at kindergarten, and those kids insulted Kenny for having a mom but no dad, calling him a wild child.
At that time, her relationship with Cyrus Hawthorne was ambiguous, and she didn’t know they weren’t divorced.
In her understanding, she and Cyrus Hawthorne were merely ex-wife and ex-husband, so if she let Kenny return to the Hawthorne Family, wouldn’t she be willingly giving up custody of Kenny?
She couldn’t do it, so she never brought it up.
Later, she was delayed by a multitude of troubles and had no energy to think about it.
Though Laura Quinn was indifferent to Ann Vaughn, she was very fond of Kenny and even gave him a meeting gift before leaving.
After coming out of the ward holding Kenny, Ann Vaughn began to ponder why Miya Yates came here earlier.
The sentence she overheard outside the ward made her a little uneasy.
What exactly did Miya Yates and Laura Quinn agree on?
Back at the main house, they didn’t seem like they knew each other at all, Laura Quinn’s attitude towards Miya Yates was also very indifferent...
If not for running into them today, Ann Vaughn wouldn’t have realized they seemed to have a significant relationship.
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The Imperial Capital Medical Research Institute originally thought that once Vaughn Clinic’s issues were resolved, it would immediately reopen for business, but waiting for three days, there was no sign of any movement.
This caused not only them to panic but also the patients.
Could it be that Vaughn Clinic had been so disheartened by the slander that it no longer intended to reopen?!
This was undoubtedly a beautiful misunderstanding.
The reason Vaughn Clinic hadn’t resumed business was simply that a new traditional Chinese medicine practitioner hadn’t been hired yet, and although Kenny was discharged, his injuries weren’t fully healed, hence the delay.
After brewing medicine in the kitchen, Ann Vaughn finally heard her phone ringing continuously.
"Young Madam, why don’t you answer the phone? I’ll take this medicine up to the young master." Uncle Dexter immediately stepped forward, holding the bowl of medicine.
Because of the incident where Kenny went missing on the 8th, even though Ann Vaughn and Kenny both reassured him that it wasn’t his fault,
Uncle Dexter still believed it was due to his incompetence that allowed the villains to take advantage of the opportunity, causing Kenny to get hurt.
Feeling guilty towards Kenny, he wanted to make amends, and had been pacing outside the children’s room, never feeling at ease.
"Thank you, Uncle Dexter." After saying this, Ann Vaughn picked up her phone and went outside to answer the call, "Susie?"
As soon as the call connected, deafening heavy metal music blasted through, sounding like it was in a bar.
Ann Vaughn moved the phone a few inches away, "Susie? Are you in a bar?"
"Hello?" The voice on the other end wasn’t Susie Sommers, but a strange female voice, "Are you Susie’s friend? She’s drunk here at Last Call Bar; could you come and pick her up?"
"I’ll be right there; could you please take care of her for me?"
"Of course."
After hanging up, Ann Vaughn immediately went upstairs to grab her things, told Uncle Dexter, and drove away from No. 8.
Thinking that Susie Sommers was currently staying at Julian Master Moore’s place and with him being her elder, Ann Vaughn phoned to notify him before arriving at Last Call.
Susie was in the most luxurious private room on the third floor of Last Call, surrounded by quite a few of The Imperial Capital’s well-known affluent, idle youth.
The scene was indulgent, filled with beauties, revelry, and confusion.
Gazes—either surveying or lingering—fell on her with ambiguous intent, making Ann Vaughn feel uncomfortable.
She took a deep breath, quickly scanning the room, and finally saw Susie Sommers at the bar in the corner.
Ann Vaughn walked over briskly, thanking the girl who had been keeping an eye on Susie.
Then she helped the completely drunk Susie up, with a note of helplessness in her voice, "Susie? Susie, wake up, don’t sleep."
Even if a drunk person still has some consciousness, it isn’t easy to wake them.
After calling several times without any response from Susie, Ann Vaughn had no choice but to let Susie lean on her, supporting her as she headed out of the room.
After walking only a few steps, a few boys blocked Ann Vaughn’s path.
"Hey, the party just started, give us some face, don’t be so eager to leave," the boy speaking had a teasing look in his slightly upturned eyes, making his intentions clear.
Ann Vaughn’s lips twitched, "My friend is drunk, please let me pass so I can take her home."
"How could we trouble you with such a thing? Just leave her to me, and I guarantee she’ll get home safely for you!"
"Yeah, wouldn’t it be a waste not to enjoy such a beautiful night?"
They kept chattering, attempting to snatch Susie away.
Seeing this, Ann Vaughn skillfully dodged their hands, her delicate brows furrowing as she coldly said, "Please step aside and don’t block the way."
"Oh, missy got angry." The first boy who spoke chuckled, "How about this, have a drink with us, and we’ll let you go, alright?"
He then picked up a glass of wine from the table, offering it to Ann Vaughn.
Even though Ann Vaughn didn’t frequent bars, she knew not to recklessly drink anything from there.
Who knew what might have been slipped into it?
Ann Vaughn’s face turned colder, impatiently brushing off the boys’ hands and firmly heading out.
"How dare you push people—" one of the boys, realizing what happened, tried to grab Ann Vaughn’s shoulder.
Ann Vaughn turned back swiftly, kicking him onto the other boys who were about to approach, her bright eyes icy as she looked at them, "A bunch of brats."
Just as her words fell, the door behind Ann Vaughn swung open.
Sean Sloan, the household manager of Julian Master Moore, froze for two seconds upon seeing the scene, then quickly said, "Miss Vaughn, are you and Miss Sommers alright?"
"We’re fine." Ann Vaughn paid no attention to the people behind her, stepping out of the room and instantly feeling the air improve.
The boys pursued angrily, but Sean Sloan blocked them immediately, smiling as he looked at them, "Do you all want to visit the Master Moore Family with your parents for tea tomorrow?"
A straightforward threat.
The room was filled with a group of idle youth who neither qualified to inherit family businesses nor had any say, merely receiving dividends.
What did they have to compete against the Master Moore Family?
Seeing them all being sensible, Sean Sloan was overjoyed and promptly dialed the patrol office as the door closed.
He reported a group of minors engaging in illicit activities there.
Even Ann Vaughn was amused by his audacious stunt, her mouth twitching.
Click.
The door opposite suddenly opened, briefly catching Ann Vaughn’s attention.
A slim woman stepped out, looking delicate and elegant, evoking a protective instinct.
Ann Vaughn coolly shifted her gaze, but her heart was suddenly jolted as she sharply turned her head to look at the woman’s right hand.