Chapter 738: Chapter 738: Birth Control Pills
A tall and imposing figure stepped into the room, radiating an overwhelming presence from all around him, making the large space feel cramped in an instant.
Ann Vaughn raised her eyes to look, but didn’t expect the person coming to be him, and she suddenly froze on the spot.
"Take this." Cyrus Hawthorne’s cold and hard voice carried an irresistible force as he shoved a small bottle of medicine into Ann Vaughn’s hand.
Ann Vaughn came to her senses and lowered her eyes to look at what had been shoved into her hand.
The bottle had no label with the name of the medicine, and from the appearance, it was impossible to tell what it was.
"What is this?" Ann Vaughn’s delicate brows furrowed slightly, and her heart suddenly jolted inexplicably.
Cyrus Hawthorne’s deep, dark eyes lowered slightly, his gaze almost greedily fixated on her confused little face, his hand hanging at his side slightly lifted, originally intending to gently rub the top of her head like usual.
But he restrained himself and pulled his hand back, only managing to shift his gaze away from her after some time.
"It’s what you should take." Cyrus Hawthorne explained tersely, his tone starkly different from the gentle look in his eyes, coming across as indifferent.
The indifference seemed to Ann Vaughn like sarcasm. So this man regretted his actions afterward, afraid that she might have his child in her belly, causing further entanglement?
Was he specifically sending her contraceptive pills out of concern?
Should she be grateful for his thoughtful concern, thanking him profusely?
Ann Vaughn tightly grasped the medicine bottle in her hand, unable to suppress the overwhelming disappointment and grievance that surged up until her eyes brimmed with tears. Only then did she speak.
"Are you sure you want me to take this?"
"Yes." Cyrus Hawthorne nodded slightly, watching her face grow increasingly pale for unknown reasons, his brows deeply furrowed and a trace of barely noticeable heartache flickering in his eyes.
Ann Vaughn curled her lips, hurriedly lowered her head, and a scalding tear fell precisely on the back of her hand, wiped away silently by her.
Along with the sparse smile at her lips that fell away, so did the vivid sparkle in her eyes whenever she looked at him.
"Alright." After quite a while, Ann Vaughn replied softly.
She would take it.
In time, they would truly have no connection whatsoever.
From now on, they would part ways, each finding their own happiness.
As the thought arose, Ann Vaughn forcefully pulled out the cork from the glass medicine bottle, rudely shoving herself to drink the medicine inside entirely.
Even Ann Vaughn didn’t know if she was angry with Cyrus Hawthorne or herself.
Or perhaps both.
So she even forgot that she could use the Golden Needle for contraception, swallowing the bitter taste as it scratched down her throat without a moment’s hesitation.
"You can leave now."
Her tone was very cold, not even willing to give Cyrus Hawthorne a glance, turning around to lie down, pulling the covers over herself.
Cyrus Hawthorne took in her resistance and rejection in his gaze, his brows tightly knit together, a trace of deep contemplation passing through his dark eyes.
At that time, he only treated those scenes as a dream, losing his usual prideful self-control and patience.
Let alone if the person was her, once touched, it was like a traveler thirsty for water, losing all restraint in the desire.
She cried so intensely, yet he hadn’t let her go.
Now, afraid that the anger he unintentionally caused her at Maplewood had not dissipated, only augmented by this matter.
However, this might not be a bad thing.
Cyrus Hawthorne’s stern gaze fell upon the small bundle on the hospital bed, his face cold and expressionless, yet his eyes brimming with an unfathomable melancholy.
It wasn’t long after Cyrus Hawthorne left that Susie Sommers returned after sending Kenny back to the apartment, and seeing Ann Vaughn’s pale demeanor, she immediately asked, "Did Cyrus Hawthorne come by just now?"
"How do you know?" The bitterness of the medicine still lingered in her mouth, seemingly painfully nesting in her heart, making Ann Vaughn incapable of feigning a smile.
Luckily, there was no need to pretend in front of Susie Sommers.
"I saw his car when I arrived back." Susie Sommers sat in the soft chair by the bed, furrowing her brow, "Did he say something unpleasant to you?"
Otherwise, Ann Vaughn wouldn’t look as bad as she did.
Ann Vaughn was silent for two seconds before opening her clenched palm under Susie Sommers’ dissatisfied gaze, casually saying, "He came to bring me medicine."
"What kind of medicine?" Susie Sommers picked up the small medicine bottle to look at it but couldn’t make sense of it.
"Contraceptive pills."
Susie Sommers was infuriated, almost smashing the glass medicine bottle on the spot.
But seeing Ann Vaughn’s equanimity as if it didn’t concern her, Susie Sommers choked back the thousands of words of impolite profanity right at her lips.
After thinking it through, if Cyrus Hawthorne was really so heartless to Annie, why would he guard her night after night under her apartment?
Isn’t that contradictory?
Susie Sommers thought for a moment, "Annie, did Cyrus Hawthorne personally tell you that these are contraceptive pills for you to take?"
Ann Vaughn shook her head. Although he didn’t explicitly say, considering what he had done to her not long ago and the things he said, was there any other possibility than contraceptive pills?
"Then there’s a misunderstanding." Susie Sommers patted her shoulder, comforting her, "If the medicine inside isn’t contraceptive pills, then you two have a huge misunderstanding."
Listening to Susie Sommers’ words, Ann Vaughn’s cold heart wavered slightly, raising her eyes, "Susie, could you do me a favor?"
"Relax, I know we’re thinking the same thing."
After leaving Ann Vaughn’s hospital room, Susie Sommers took out her phone to contact a doctor friend working at First Hospital while hurriedly heading towards the elevator.
Unexpectedly, whether it was because she was walking too fast or the person opposite wasn’t watching their way, Susie Sommers’ moment of looking down got her knocked to the ground.
"I’m sorry, it’s all my carelessness, are you hurt?" The woman who accidentally knocked Susie Sommers down apologized and helped her up, gently brushing off any possible dust from her clothes.
Susie Sommers wasn’t hurt by the fall and given she was in a hurry didn’t linger on such a small matter, simply shaking her head at the woman.
"I’m fine, be careful next time." After saying that, Susie Sommers quickly stepped into the elevator.
The woman standing there watched as the elevator doors closed, a slight smile curling her lips as she turned to leave.
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After the third acupuncture session, Old Master Ford’s condition improved more notably than before, with fewer episodes of heart pain and mild discomfort, far from the unbearable pain at the start.
After taking Old Master Ford’s pulse, Ann Vaughn advised, "Continue with the original prescription for another half month or so, and the pain should mostly disappear; however, in the future, more caution is required, such as avoiding alcohol, smoking, and getting angry."
Standing by the bedside and looking nervous, The Ford Family immediately relaxed at these words, "Thank you, Dr. Vaughn, we will remember your advice."
The old smoker, Old Master Ford, wore a bitter expression, showing none of the joy of his recovery.