Chapter 708: Chapter 708: It’s Practically a Crime!
Even the slightest hint of pain, the BOSS couldn’t bear for Miss Vaughn to endure.
How could he allow her to worry and fret?
It must be said, Mark Joyce indeed grasped Cyrus Hawthorne’s concerns accurately.
The little one’s extraordinary medical skills were indeed a headache for him, and it might be difficult to hide things from her keen eyes at that time.
...
The following afternoon.
The warm sun pierced through the dark clouds hovering over the Imperial Capital for several days, shining through the transparent glass windows into the room, scattering gold flecks everywhere.
The mottled light and shadows fell on Ann Vaughn’s delicate porcelain-like cheeks. Her curled eyelashes fluttered gently a few times, and her eyes slowly opened.
The first thing she saw was the small figure sitting obediently on the room’s sofa, quietly engrossed in a book.
"Kenny." After almost three days of sleep, Ann Vaughn’s throat produced a sound that was followed by a wave of dryness and pain, making her voice sound particularly hoarse.
The Little Dumpling’s ears perked up, and he immediately turned his head towards the bed. Upon seeing Ann Vaughn had already awakened, his big gem-like eyes suddenly became bright.
"Mommy!" The Little Dumpling tossed the book aside, jumped off the sofa to pour a cup of warm water for Ann Vaughn, then climbed onto the bed with a huff, holding up the cup to feed her, "Mommy, don’t move, let me feed you!"
Ann Vaughn was extremely thirsty, and after drinking one cup, the Little Dumpling promptly poured another one, finally alleviating the discomfort in her throat.
The Little Dumpling placed the cup aside, used the room’s phone to call for the delivery of a nutritious meal, then crawled back onto the bed.
"Hmm, normal temperature!" The Little Dumpling earnestly felt Ann Vaughn’s forehead, looking at her with particular seriousness, "Mommy, is there anywhere else you feel uncomfortable?"
Seeing how he seemed more anxious than she was, Ann Vaughn chuckled, "No, why are you so nervous? Could it be that Mommy is seriously ill?"
The pain she felt in that half-asleep, half-awake state seemed like a dream, and upon waking, she felt nothing amiss.
The Little Dumpling pursed his little lips, recalled Cyrus’s instructions, and shook his little head.
"No, a few days ago, Mommy was infected with the OX virus. Fortunately, the antidote Mommy developed earlier was available at the research institute, preventing any irreparable consequences."
"I was infected with a virus?" Ann Vaughn’s bright eyes widened, and she immediately placed her slender fingers on her wrist to check her pulse.
The pulse was normal, not at all like the state of an un-cleared virus.
This implies that the kidnappers’ purpose wasn’t money or a formula... Was it just to make her contract the virus?
But they were unaware that she had already developed an antidote for the OX virus several months ago, which meant their plan was futile.
Yet, for some reason, Ann Vaughn still felt there was more to the situation, though she couldn’t quite figure out what was wrong.
If they hadn’t been monitoring her movements all along, how could they have acted so precisely as she was leaving Bella Hawthorne’s apartment?
Similarly, it’s impossible they’ve invested so much time and effort for just this one purpose...
Unable to pinpoint the issue at the moment, Ann Vaughn let out a light sigh, instinctively scanning the ward with her eyes.
"Sweetheart, where’s your Daddy?"
In those instances when she intermittently woke up, Ann Vaughn was aware and clearly remembered Cyrus Hawthorne always staying by her side.
The Little Dumpling pursed his lips once more, furrowing his brows in hesitation: "The Archfiend is at the company. Uncle Mark Joyce said he’ll be very busy these days and can’t find time to accompany Mommy, so please don’t mind."
He used to be an honest and good baby.
The Archfiend ruined him.
Ann Vaughn didn’t really mind; rather, she felt slightly annoyed.
She wasn’t a child anymore, so why did Cyrus Hawthorne constantly treat her as though she couldn’t eat or walk without him like taking care of a daughter?
To prove she could enjoy her meals just as well alone, Ann Vaughn polished off two servings of the nutritious meal in one go!
Seeing that Ann Vaughn truly didn’t seem to be forcing herself to act fine, the Little Dumpling finally returned to his room to catch up on sleep.
To avoid fainting suddenly in front of her, causing her concern...
Having devoured two servings of the nutritious meal, Ann Vaughn regrettably paced around the room to digest, but with her body not fully recovered yet, she felt a bit tired after a short while.
"Ding dong."
The phone on the table emitted a sound.
It was just the opportunity Ann Vaughn needed to take a break. She walked to the sofa, sat down, and picked up her phone to check the messages.
Skipping past the irrelevant ones, Ann Vaughn headed straight for the messages from Sherry and Kressiel.
There were quite a few questions from Sherry about her health, one every two hours, worried about missing her waking up.
Since Ann Vaughn was infected with a virus and not just ordinarily sick, even Sherry couldn’t come to Ward 8 to visit her, only wait at the clinic for news.
Ann Vaughn sent Sherry a picture of herself touching her slightly bulging stomach, typing a line: Don’t worry, I’m doing really well right now.
Just a little too full.
Kressiel’s messages mostly concerned the progress of Snowfrost matters, with updates every two weeks sent as a report to Ann Vaughn.
Despite Ann Vaughn being in a different country from Kressiel, she knew the little princess’s marketing strategies were outstanding, achieving remarkable sales growth for Snowfrost in just a month.
With a commanding grasp of strategy and marketing, nearly ninety percent of women who used Snowfrost wouldn’t consider another skincare product.
This quickly elevated Snowfrost above general skincare lines, making it one of the most popular luxury products in their country.
The sales report file was followed by a recent photo of Kressiel.
In the photo, her face showed no trace of her past scars, her skin was smooth and soft, and her features were strikingly exotic, especially her confident, gleaming eyes, exuding a unique allure.
[Half a month ago, when I washed the ointment off my face, I was stunned looking in the mirror... How can I be this beautiful, it’s practically a crime!]
[Thanks to my face and Snowfrost, my parents and friends are eager to meet you. I hear your country’s New Year is coming, would you like to travel to our country? I promise the experience will be heavenly!]
Ann Vaughn: "..." Should she praise this young lady’s skills at prediction or criticize them in S Country?
At that moment, a message from Susie Sommers popped up at the top of the screen.
Following the momentum, Ann Vaughn clicked into it, and upon seeing Susie’s green-capped avatar and suspicious nickname, she fell silent.
Little Rose: ... What’s up with this avatar of yours?