Chapter 709: Chapter 709: Love Is a Green Light
Love Is a Green Light: Why haven’t you been answering my calls or texts these past few days? Do you have another dog out there?
Little Rose: I’m innocent as snow in June! Kidnapped and infected with a virus over the last couple of days, I just woke up. Where would I find time to look for another dog?
There was silence for about a minute on the other end before a message popped up.
Love Is a Green Light: Don’t say anything, I just want to be quiet right now.
Looking at the green catface emoji Susie sent, Ann Vaughn raised a brow and replied: Is your beloved giving you more drama again?
Love Is a Green Light: Sigh... It’s a long story, but it seems a friend of mine might have been cheated on. I don’t know how to tell her, so I’m using my avatar and nickname to warn her...
Ann Vaughn twitched her lips, thinking how absurd it was to use such a method to warn someone.
Little Rose: Are you making up friends out of thin air?
Love Is a Green Light: ...Forget it, we’ll talk when you’re better.
Love Is a Green Light: Dear, listen to daddy’s advice, men in this world are unreliable. Only daddy’s embrace is your true refuge.
Ann Vaughn: ??
Is this girl driven crazy by Julian Master Moore?
Why is she talking so erratically?
Little Rose: Do you think your gentle and virtuous beloved prefers a cute girl who acts coy, or one with countless panda head emojis who keeps saying ’I’m your dad’?
Love Is a Green Light: ...Whimper, I’ll change it right away!
Ann Vaughn got goosebumps from her cheesiness, and quickly exited WeChat to avoid further cringing.
...
After two days of rest, Ann Vaughn finally stopped feeling exhausted after walking for a little while, though she still occasionally woke up cold at night, even with the air conditioning on.
She had never been infected by a virus before, but she knew these were aftereffects left in her body, which only time could heal.
Compared to those who suffered greatly, even to the point of banging their heads against walls, she felt as if she had simply slept a very long time and didn’t suffer much.
Finally feeling better, Ann Vaughn took some things and visited the suburban hospital.
Earlier, she thought the trip to Bella Hawthorne’s apartment would be quick, so she refused Uncle Dexter’s offer to send someone for protection, which led to her ordeal.
To be safe, she didn’t refuse this time.
Suburban Hospital.
Just as she reached the ward door, Ann Vaughn was told that someone was inside having a conversation with Aidan Keating and she should wait a moment.
After nearly ten minutes, the ward door opened.
A red-eyed Laura Quinn came out and paused when she saw Ann Vaughn standing outside the door.
Ann Vaughn was equally surprised as she looked back at Laura Quinn, wondering why Laura knew Aidan Keating.
"You really do have an ulterior motive, either a thief or a traitor." Realizing the situation, Laura frowned, staring at Ann Vaughn with a sarcastic expression.
Ann Vaughn curled her red lips slightly, uninterested in exploring the relationship between Laura Quinn and Aidan Keating, and stepped past her into the ward.
Unexpectedly, Laura suddenly spoke up: "You must be in such a hurry to get close to Aidan because Kenny doesn’t have much time left, right?"
"You think it’s easy for my son’s bone marrow to save yours, Ann Vaughn?"
Laura’s ambiguous tone made Ann Vaughn suddenly turn her head to look at her, her slender fingers slowly clenching, "He once called you grandma."
She’s still trying to understand.
What did Cyrus Hawthorne, the Hawthorne Family, and she owe Laura Quinn for her to harbor such a deep malice against them?
Even Kenny’s only chance to survive... she won’t let it go.
"So I won’t make things difficult for Kenny in this matter, but that doesn’t mean I’ll go easy on you." Laura slipped her purse into the crook of her arm coolly, saying, "Rest assured, I will collect from you a price you can afford."
After saying this, Laura turned and left.
Ann Vaughn pressed her lips tightly together, remaining silent in place for a long time before she calmly entered the ward.
She was never a good person. If Laura dared to harm Kenny even slightly,
—She’d use the same method she stole her life back from death to send her back to the Grim Reaper!
Aidan Keating, lying on the bed, had heard bits of the conversation between Laura and Ann Vaughn and looked a bit doubtful.
He never knew his mom had a split personality before?
...
QY Research Institute, inside the core research lab, the black sensor door was tightly closed.
"President Hawthorne has been inside for over two hours now. Are you sure nothing will happen?" Director Shaw looked anxiously inside but naturally could see nothing.
"Don’t worry, Director, we prepared a large number of pain medications in advance in the room. Although these medications have side effects, being able to get President Hawthorne through the last half hour safely is already a blessing..."
"I said all along that testing drugs shouldn’t be done—there’s no way anyone can endure three virus infections combined with the risks and side effects of drug trials! It’s suicide!"
"Wasn’t the antidote for the OX virus developed by Mrs. Hawthorne? With her help, we wouldn’t be stuck like this!"
"It’s useless. President Hawthorne’s body is already at its limit. It depends on his willpower to see how long he can last."
Listening to the researchers whispering, Mark Joyce’s face turned pale. If he’d known the drug trials would risk President Hawthorne’s life, he would’ve stopped it even if he’d died trying.
But now it’s too late to say anything.
Whether President Hawthorne could get through the crisis was a tough question.
Half an hour passed.
The slowly opening sensor door broke the tense atmosphere outside.
The man stepped out with an indifferent expression, moisture from his hair falling down his forehead, a drop sliding down his chiseled eyebrows before landing on his long lashes, his dark eyes as cold as a deep void.
Director Shaw and the researchers breathed a heavy sigh of relief at last seeing him step out safely.
"President Hawthorne, it’s fortunate you’re alright."
"Rest assured, we’ll swiftly find a solution to address the issue!"
Mark Joyce also sighed in relief; thank goodness President Hawthorne was alright, or he’d have trouble explaining to Miss Vaughn who’s been inquiring about his condition these past days.
But before he could finish sighing, Mark Joyce saw the crimson seeping through the man’s tightly clenched fingers, his expression instantly becoming solemn.
Wasn’t there supposed to be pain medication?!
"Prepare the car," the man slightly tiredly ordered Mark Joyce as he glanced up casually, then began to stride toward the hallway.
"Special Assistant Joyce, President Hawthorne’s current condition isn’t suitable for the previous intense workload. You should take care and ensure he doesn’t act recklessly again." Director Shaw pulled Mark Joyce, who was about to follow, and carefully admonished him.