Chapter 579: Chapter 579: At Worst, an Amicable Divorce
Although Ann Vaughn had tried her hardest not to think about these things anymore.
The little details still cut her heart every time.
...
Kenny didn’t know his mommy was back yet. He was sitting on the living room sofa, replacing all the villa’s security systems, and then went outside to conduct a small experiment.
He walked out of the No. 8 gate with his little computer and then opened the door and walked back in.
"Beep—"
The piercing alarm blared loudly, its noise nearly reaching the sky.
Kenny tapped on his computer, and the alarm stopped immediately.
He walked outside the door again, this time not going in, but instead, taking out a piece of tissue from his pocket and throwing it inside.
"Sizzle!!"
As soon as the tissue floated to where the line was at the door, it turned to ash in the blink of an eye, scattering to the ground!
The Shadow Guard hiding in the darkness: "!!!"
What the hell?
What kind of black technology is this??
In contrast to their awe and disbelief, Kenny seemed somewhat troubled.
The alarm sound was too harsh and not pleasant at all, and besides sounding an alert, it had no special function.
If it could automatically call the patrol or Cyrus for help the instant it went off, maybe that would work...
Thinking of this, Kenny’s large, beautiful eyes lit up immediately. He directly sat on the lawn and started programming a new security system.
The Shadow Guard could only watch as his little chubby hands deftly tapped on the keyboard, the code on the screen flashing by at an incredible speed, making it hard to see clearly.
After watching for a moment, their eyes were practically wide open.
"Holy crap... Indeed, the son of a prodigy is also a prodigy... I remember the little master is only three and a half?"
"The little master is this incredible, changing the security programs himself, do we even need to protect him?"
"Nonsense. Our job is to protect the young master and Young Madam, don’t forget how that idiot Levi Lowell exploited the gap."
"Even after all those years abroad studying... how can he be so clueless?"
Mentioning Levi, these Hidden Guards were filled with disdain and contempt.
They hate traitors the most, especially ungrateful ones like Levi.
It could be said that without Cyrus back then, he and Leo Lowell would have died a dozen times already. To not show gratitude was one thing, but he even turned on the young master.
Breaking his two hands was letting him off easy!
The Hidden Guards communicated with hand gestures and eye contact, so Kenny didn’t notice any disturbances around him.
Once the new program was set and tested, Kenny re-entered his DNA into the system and returned to the villa.
He entered the DNA of all those allowed unconditional access inside.
If the infrared detected a stranger attempting to forcibly enter the villa, the program would immediately activate, shocking the intruder unconscious.
To prevent incidents, Kenny also modified the display screen at the main door. An intelligent robot would monitor in real-time and provide appropriate reminders to visitors, avoiding accidental harm.
Seeing his mommy’s car parked in the garage, Kenny immediately ran upstairs, knocking on the master bedroom door.
Ann Vaughn was already awake; the alarm was so loud that it was hard not to wake up.
Fortunately, after a few hours of sleep, she regained some energy. Her lower abdomen was no longer painfully unbearable, just a bit uncomfortable.
"Mommy." Kenny ran to the bedside, slipped off his shoes, and climbed onto the bed, reaching out his small chubby hand to feel Ann Vaughn’s forehead.
"Hmm, no fever."
Amused by his serious little expression, Ann Vaughn chuckled, "Mommy’s not sick, just a bit uncomfortable, but after a nap, I feel much better."
Seeing she didn’t seem to be forcing herself, Kenny retracted his hand and looked at her seriously, asking, "Mommy, be honest with Kenny, how many ice creams did you have this month?"
Uh...
Ann Vaughn was caught off guard, her gaze starting to wander. "Not many, just three... maybe two."
"It was six, wasn’t it?"
"How do you know?" Guessing the correct number, Ann Vaughn subconsciously asked back.
As soon as she said that, Ann Vaughn sheepishly touched her wrist.
Oh no, her little baby had learned to trick her.
The Little Dumpling puffed his cheeks, somewhat unhappily grunting, "Because a mommy who feels guilty and doesn’t dare to tell the truth always halves the real count, tricking Kenny into thinking you only had a little!"
He claimed he already saw right through her tricks!
Ann Vaughn was a bit embarrassed, not knowing what to say, so she pinched Little Dumpling’s face, "You saw right through me, give mommy some face."
"Before this winter is over, mommy must not eat any more ice cream! Otherwise..." Little Dumpling’s eyes twirled; he puffed up his chest and declared, "I’ll tell The Archfiend!"
Ann Vaughn: ???
Did her son betray her??
Kenny felt his mommy was being bad, not taking care of her body at all.
Though Ann Vaughn tried hard to hide her discomfort, her pale face and cold temperature didn’t lie. So it was easy for Kenny to tell that she must be in pain again.
What kind of dark art is it to eat ice cream in the winter!
The Little Dumpling was so worried.
But Ann Vaughn, who had been suffocated for a long time, felt much better because of Kenny, and her mood lifted considerably compared to when she first came back.
After dinner, Ann Vaughn went upstairs to get some prepared herbs and took out ingredients from the fridge to start making medicinal porridge.
This kind of porridge needed to be simmered on low heat for several hours, and Ann had to keep an eye on it.
Uncle Dexter knew she wasn’t feeling well today, so he offered to watch over it for her and let her go rest.
"Uncle Dexter, the medicinal herbs in this porridge are for reducing toxicity and protecting the heart. Could I trouble you to take it to the hospital for Auntie tomorrow?" If she took it herself, Laura Quinn probably wouldn’t drink it.
"That’s no problem at all; go and rest. I’ll deliver the medicine to the hospital first thing in the morning." Uncle Dexter, looking at Ann Vaughn with a bit of pity, agreed immediately.
This family issue isn’t something that can be hidden from Uncle Dexter.
However, he really couldn’t understand how those two sisters couldn’t get along with Young Madam?
Upon hearing this, Ann Vaughn’s shoulders slightly relaxed, and she revealed a smile, "Thank you, Uncle Dexter, I’m grateful to you."
After returning to the master bedroom, Ann Vaughn couldn’t fall asleep immediately. Until the early hours, there was no sound of a car arriving outside, and her phone was devoid of any activity.
Suddenly, she snapped back to reality, looking at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling with a self-deprecating smile.
So much time had passed, and if he really cared about her, how could he ignore the calls she’d made earlier?
He has not returned.
If he indeed has another woman in his heart, she wouldn’t cling desperately; at worst, they can have an amicable divorce, and go their separate ways!
Amid her chaotic thoughts, the word "divorce" suddenly popped into Ann Vaughn’s mind.
Her heart suddenly ached sharply.