Chapter 700: Chapter 700: Was Miyi Yates Misunderstood?
"Narcissist!" Ann Vaughn scrunched her little nose, and with a glance out of the corner of her eye, she noticed some elites nearby seemingly wanting to strike up a conversation. She softly asked, "Should I greet them and make some small talk?"
"No need," Cyrus Hawthorne glanced at them indifferently, then raised his hand to gently rub her head, "You don’t like doing these things, so don’t force yourself. Do as you please."
Ann Vaughn’s bright eyes curved with a smile, "Alright, I’ll go upstairs to find Kenny first."
The Little Dumpling must be getting bored in the room alone.
Just as she turned around, her right hand was held by a large hand with distinct knuckles.
Cyrus Hawthorne took her small hand and placed it near his lips, then lightly kissed her slender finger, "Go early and return early."
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Ann Vaughn’s face suddenly burned red, and she shyly pulled her hand back, glaring at him, "We’re still in public; can you keep it a bit more restrained?"
How did she not realize before that this man loved such little gestures!
To prevent him from making any more irresistible little moves, Ann Vaughn hastily left.
Nearby, Julian Ford and Evan Sawyer, who witnessed it all up close, felt as if their eyes were being blinded, with a sensation of chewing on lemons souring their mouths.
"Sis-in-law has certainly not wronged our brother." Julian Ford covered his face acting like he had a toothache, whispering to Evan Sawyer, "Initially, no one noticed, but with that kiss, who could miss the ring on sis-in-law’s finger?"
"Tsk tsk, truly quite reserved." Evan Sawyer, having just gone through a breakup, felt even more sour than Julian Ford, who was single from birth, "Sis-in-law probably doesn’t even know she’s been unilaterally declared to the world by our brother and innocently teased; I feel so bad for her."
Julian Ford sympathetically hugged Evan Sawyer’s dog head, whining, "Damn, this scheming devil!"
He had a hunch that the dog food they would consume in the future would surely not be less than today’s...
Just as they predicted, within less than a minute, a news headline of #Hawthorne Corp. CEO’s New Wife Exposed# quickly topped trending searches.
The socialites clinging to the idea "as long as they’re not married, there’s still a chance" had their delicate hearts instantly shattered into pieces.
Ann Vaughn still unaware that she had been stamped publicly by a certain schemer, ascended the spiral staircase when suddenly she heard a strange sound from above.
She curiously looked up, only to see an out-of-control serving cart sliding directly down the stairs toward her, loaded with all kinds of cutlery, plates, and wine glasses, making her scalp tingle.
The width of the cart almost perfectly matched the width of the stairs. Ann Vaughn realized and quickly turned to run downstairs.
But her speed was no match for the serving cart. Just as Ann Vaughn felt the cart was about to hit her back, suddenly someone hugged her from behind!
"Bang—"
"Clang, clang—"
The harsh noise echoed continuously, painfully scraping the ears.
Ann Vaughn was knocked down by the cart’s impact, falling onto the stair platform, and accidentally bumped the back of her head.
This familiar scene and experience caused Ann Vaughn’s vision to blur for a few seconds, as several frantic images flashed through her mind.
When she came to her senses, she ignored the pain in her knees and quickly turned her head to check. Seeing Miyi Yates propped up on the floor, she froze completely.
Miyi Yates’ calf had been hit by items falling from the serving cart, leaving a deep wound from which blood was pouring out.
Her hair and clothes were also drenched with wine and cake, looking very disheveled, devoid of her usual lofty demeanor.
Ann Vaughn, with a pale face, sent a message to Cyrus Hawthorne and then endured the pain, walked to Miyi Yates’ side, and took out a handkerchief to staunch her bleeding leg.
"Thank you just now." Ann Vaughn’s mood was complex as she thanked her and used the Golden Needle to close the acupoint in her calf to stop the bleeding.
Miyi Yates held her aching back and shook her head at Ann Vaughn, "You’re the Young Madam of the Hawthorne Family; protecting you and the Family Head is the duty and responsibility of us Yates Family members."
In less than two minutes, Cyrus Hawthorne hurried over with a group of people.
He helped Ann Vaughn up from the cold floor and, considering the people around them, he only used his gaze to carefully examine her from head to toe, ensuring she wasn’t hurt.
"I’m fine." Ann Vaughn warmly held his hand, still cold at her lower back, "When the serving cart fell, Miss Yates protected me; she’s seriously injured, quickly take her to the hospital."
Miyi Yates’ wound was quite severe, needing disinfection before medication and bandages, but Ann Vaughn only had some defensive powder with her, so she could only stop the bleeding.
Upon hearing this, Cyrus Hawthorne’s furrowed brow relaxed slightly, and he then instructed Mark Joyce beside him, "Take her to the hospital, notify Elder Murray to see her."
Mark Joyce nodded in agreement, "Yes."
"Thank you, Family Head." Being carefully supported by the subordinates, Miyi Yates knew Elder Murray’s special status at the First Hospital and nodded in thanks to Cyrus Hawthorne and Ann Vaughn, "Also, thank you, Young Madam."
Ann Vaughn’s pale face displayed a trace of confusion.
The person who should be thanking was supposed to be her...
Moreover, she never expected Miyi Yates would refer to her as "Young Madam," as if she had already acknowledged her identity.
Recalling the scene where Miyi Yates courageously protected her despite the danger, Ann Vaughn felt even more puzzled in her eyes.
Could it be that... she had always misunderstood Miyi Yates before?
...
The danger came quickly and receded quickly, with only the bandaged wound still faintly aching, reminding Ann Vaughn of the crisis that happened not long ago.
The Little Dumpling blamed himself all along, thinking it was because he was upstairs and that mommy got hurt looking for him, feeling nervous on the car, his little face seriously stared as Cyrus Hawthorne applied medicine to Ann Vaughn.
If not for The Archfiend saying his hands were short and might hurt mommy, the Little Dumpling could only clutch his tiny hands and watch eagerly. Ann Vaughn hadn’t cried out in pain, but he already started shouting.
This made Ann Vaughn forget her pain, laughing with tears in her eyes.
"Give your mommy a blowing kiss." Cyrus Hawthorne restrained himself from his twitching brows, trying to stop the Little Dumpling from feeling guilty and introverted, so he gave him a small task.
The Little Dumpling immediately puffed his little cheeks, gently blowing on Ann Vaughn’s wound, with a look of seriousness that couldn’t be beaten by even when he was drawing sketches.
Ann Vaughn was softened by him, couldn’t help but kiss his little face, "Darling’s magic touch is amazing, mommy doesn’t hurt at all!"
"Really?" The Little Dumpling’s beautiful big eyes lit up, blinking while looking at her.
Just as Ann Vaughn nodded, her chin involuntarily turned sideways, facing Cyrus Hawthorne’s slightly displeased but deep gaze, "And what about me?"