Chapter 659: Chapter 659: Was the Ice Cream Delicious?
Cyrus Hawthorne’s movements slightly paused, his gentle brows and eyes suddenly turned cold.
Who gave Ann Vaughn the ice cream?
The trash can in the ward had been cleverly dealt with by Ann Vaughn beforehand, empty with no trace of the ice cream container she ate.
But she carelessly forgot to dispose of the wooden stick beside the fruit plate.
Cyrus picked up the stick, looked down at it for a while, then shifted his gaze to Ann, who was sleeping soundly and softly, her cheeks blushing pink. His thin lips curled into a cold smile.
This obedient and gentle appearance, anyone could tell it’s a sneaky little thief?
He looked at her thinking she doesn’t want her own health anymore.
...
Ann Vaughn had a dream.
In the dream, the air was thin, everything was scorching hot, making her think of the box of ice cream she didn’t finish today, feeling an infinite regret.
At this moment, she felt the tip of her tongue touch something soft, instinctively imagining it to be what she most wanted to eat.
She took initiative to bite it.
A restrained low hum reached her ears.
The ice cream in her mouth suddenly seemed alive, entangled and sucking Ann’s little tongue, inch by inch capturing and grinding against her soft lips and teeth, as if savoring a delicacy.
But Ann didn’t feel quenched at all; instead, she felt even hotter.
Her body seemed pressed under a mountain of flames, scorching heat waves coming at her from every direction.
The next second, this mountain of flames suddenly became a fiery lion, trapping her completely, releasing heat while constantly kneading her with its fluffy paws.
Sleeping Ann whimpered, wanting to escape from the lion but feeling too weak all over.
A stream of consciousness flowed into her brain, she couldn’t stop thinking.
She would never look for ice cream in her dreams again.
Until she woke up the next day and specifically washed her face with cold water, Ann still hadn’t recovered from the perplexity of being ruffled by the fire lion.
"Young Madam, this is your breakfast, please enjoy." The bodyguards pushed the dining cart into the ward, and arranged the plates one by one.
Ann rubbed her somewhat sore neck, thanked them, and then started eating breakfast.
"Was the ice cream good?"
A deep voice through the blurry dream suddenly reached Ann’s ears.
She was startled and looked around the ward, but didn’t see that familiar tall figure.
"Did your Family Head come last night?" Ann stirred the fish porridge in her bowl with a spoon, somewhat puzzled, asking the bodyguards who were about to exit with the dining cart.
"Young Madam, he did not." The bodyguard replied.
"Got it."
After the bodyguards left, Ann raised her hand and knocked her own head.
She was being ridiculous.
If Cyrus wanted to see her, why would he choose the dead of night, afraid that she might be awake?
She blamed that lion from the dream, making her think of Cyrus so much she almost hallucinated!
Feeling a bit annoyed, Ann drank a few sips of the porridge, then picked up her phone to message Bella Hawthorne, asking her to bring some ice cream when she visits today.
Who knew Bella sent her a pouting emoji.
[Sis-in-law, I have something to do today, I can’t go to the hospital.]
Ann felt stifled for two seconds, thinking Bella’s pout was because she couldn’t come to the hospital, then replied an acknowledgment, letting her not to mind, and put down her phone.
Little did she know, that wasn’t the real reason.
The fact that Bella bought ice cream for Ann was discovered, and she got ordered by Cyrus for not disturbing Ann’s recuperation without a reason.
Using this excuse, she was held at home, facing the wall for contemplation.
After finishing breakfast, Ann made a video call to Sherry, continuing to remotely guide her on improving the formula for Snow Hibernation Cream.
"Weren’t you against associating with international affairs? Why the sudden change of mind?" Sherry asked curiously during a break from mixing the cream.
Ann cleared her throat, "How can I judge the entire international community as bad just because of a few obnoxious individuals and unfairly avoid innocent people? Am I that kind of person?"
"... Speak plainly."
"Oh, if you don’t make money, you’re a fool."
Sherry chuckled, "That’s surely your style."
Though she is called a little money-grubber, she tends to donate most of the earnings to charity.
Called generous, yet if her little treasure lacks a corner, she’d grumble all day.
"I forgot to tell you last time, Warren Vance came to S Country." Ann suddenly remembered she hadn’t told Sherry about Warren.
The Vaughn Clinic’s been too busy, every time Sherry visits the hospital to see her, she’d hurriedly be called back by a phone call.
Ann hadn’t found the chance to tell her.
On the video, Sherry’s test tube almost dropped, "Did he come to see you?!"
Ann was just about to nod when a call from Marinia suddenly came in.
"A call from Marinia, I guess it’s my uncle’s family, I’ll hang up first." Ann said to Sherry, then hung up the video call and answered the phone.
"Sweetie, Sweetie, your uncle was in a car accident days ago and hasn’t woken up, the doctor said this morning he can’t be saved!"
Old Mrs. Vaughn’s voice, filled with total grief, came from the phone.
Ann’s slender fingers beside the table edge suddenly clenched tightly, her heart sank to the bottom, unable to speak for quite a while.
Last time she talked with him, her uncle was perfectly fine...
How did he suddenly get into a car accident?!
"I... Grandma, don’t worry, I’ll, I’ll head to Marinia right away. You and Grandpa must take care of yourselves, don’t get too emotional, wait for me, okay?"
Stumbling over her words and soothing Old Mrs. Vaughn, Ann immediately got out of bed to pack.
Her hands were trembling terribly, not bothering to fold everything, she messily stuffed everything into the suitcase, then closed it.
She needed to stay calm.
Cannot panic.
If she panicked, her elderly grandparents would be even more anxious.
Ann anxiously squeezed her fingers, picked up her phone to call Uncle Dexter, and asked him to help pack Kenny’s things and send him to the airport.
Though she didn’t want to think that way, Old Mrs. Vaughn’s grieving tone forced her to prepare for the worst.
Urgent situation, Ann left in haste with Kenny, forgetting even to leave a message for Cyrus.
She left the hospital despite the bodyguards’ caution against it.
The bodyguards, fearing injuring Ann, did not intervene and followed her to protect her, reporting the situation to Cyrus.
Just after a meeting ended, as the man exited the conference room, Mark Joyce immediately approached.
"President Hawthorne, I have news on the matter you asked me to investigate."
Cyrus nodded slightly, continuing into the office, and once seated, he spoke, "Speak."
"Gothasen once experienced a large-scale virus outbreak, the source was unknown. Back then, Miss Vaughn went to Gothasen as a doctor from an international medical organization for rescue work. However, the investigation shows this was just a cover."