Chapter 747: Chapter 747: Don’t Regret It Later!
Even Vera, who was silently feeling upset just now, had a glimmer in her eyes, almost as if in a dreamlike trance.
Others might find it hard to understand why Vera would be so moved by Cyrus Hawthorne’s words, but Ann Vaughn could see why.
If it were the daughter of another family experiencing what Vera went through, the family would first consider how much benefit she could still bring to the family.
The concept of a wealthy family heiress is like that of a princess, possessing absolute monetary power and freedom.
But the day comes when they need to contribute to their family, they must not say no, because that is the price they pay for enjoying years of luxury.
But Vera doesn’t need to.
"Vera is straightforward and very likable," Miya Yates stood up, gently explaining, "My dad didn’t mean anything bad about Vera; it’s just that it doesn’t matter how Vera speaks to her family, but if she speaks that way to outsiders, she might be bullied and criticized, so he’s merely giving a couple of reminders."
Her words were quite skillful, beautifying Howard Yates’ sarcasm into genuine concern for Vera, briefly closing the gap between the Yates Family and the Hawthorne Family.
If Ann Vaughn were tricked by Miya Yates’ sincerity back at the hospital, there might be some disappointment now.
But she had never believed a word Miya Yates said from the start, now only seeing her as deeply scheming, not easy to deal with.
Miya Yates managed to use Laura Quinn against her, succeeding in getting her divorced from Cyrus, without leaving a trace, showing how formidable she was.
"Brother, you can’t really be threatened into marrying Miya Yates; they almost made Annie cry just now!" Vera worried her brother would be seduced by the vixen and quickly said.
Ann Vaughn: ?? Who? Who was made to cry?
Cyrus Hawthorne slightly frowned, his gaze landing squarely on Vera, not sparing a glance for Ann Vaughn: "She is no longer your sister-in-law, don’t speak nonsense. Also, don’t involve outsiders in family matters in the future."
After twice denying Ann Vaughn’s identity and position, Vera was left staring blankly.
What was her brother saying?!
How could sister-in-law be an outsider?!
The mocking, disdainful, and schadenfreude-filled gazes coming from all directions nearly made Ann Vaughn unable to stand, leaving her cold and weak, and her heart plunging into a deep abyss.
If what Cyrus Hawthorne did at school previously pushed her to the edge of a cliff, then his words right now were akin to shoving her off the cliff.
In an instant, there was no turning back.
The buzzing sound in her ears made Ann Vaughn feel as if her brain were soaked in cold wind, sending an icy chill down her spine.
Cold but not painful.
Just a bit painful.
She bit the tip of her tongue hard, barely regaining a bit of strength, then looked up, spoke softly to Vera: "I have long since had no relation to your brother, nor to the Hawthorne Family. But we’re still friends; you can come to me anytime you need something."
Having said this, Ann Vaughn nodded to Uncle Dexter in gratitude for his advice, then turned to leave without hesitation.
Cyrus Hawthorne’s brow furrowed imperceptibly for a moment before returning to normal.
"Sister-in-law..." Vera’s eyes turned red with discomfort, wanting to hold onto Ann Vaughn.
She had a premonition that if sister-in-law left like this, she certainly wouldn’t be returning...
But Ann Vaughn didn’t stop as Vera hoped, quickly walking away.
Vera clenched her hands tightly, looking at Cyrus Hawthorne, her gaze showing the previous emotion of being moved and joyful, replaced only by grievance and anger: "Sister-in-law left, now you’re happy! Don’t regret it later!"
After saying this, Vera also ran off.
Cyrus Hawthorne turned his head slightly, instructing Mark Joyce to have people secretly protect Vera, but not let her find out.
"President Hawthorne, should we also..." Mark Joyce tentatively asked about Miss Vaughn.
Cyrus Hawthorne’s expression was indifferent, without a hint of hesitation: "No need."
Hearing his answer, Howard Yates and Miya Yates finally breathed easy after a stifling night, replaced by a sense of satisfaction.
Originally, they felt Ann Vaughn was bothersome just being alive, better off gone.
But now it seemed keeping her alive might be her greatest punishment.
...
Time trickles away like an hourglass, slipping away unnoticed.
The end of February saw the Imperial Glory Branch’s newest product launch.
This launch was much smoother than that of the fragranced bead; though the first day’s sales fell short of the bead, they soon caught up, not losing to the former in momentum.
The official blog received a flood of praise, mostly from women and their boyfriends.
"I’ve tried every cure and method for menstrual pain over the past twenty years, and painkillers were the most effective, but had severe side effects, which was really frustrating. Imperial Glory must have heard my cry for help!"
"Sisters, listen to me! Fragrance pads are definitely the most cost-effective! They smell amazing, without a trace of any unpleasant scent!"
"Initially, I thought I’d buy to try, if it didn’t work, I’d report Imperial Glory for false advertising! Now, I only regret not buying more in bulk..."
"What kind of god is the owner of Imperial Glory, they consider us girls so thoroughly, I’m in love!"
"Previously, when my girlfriend had her period, I’d suffer too; now she feels fine, and I don’t have to suffer either. My life is thanks to Imperial Glory!"
Marinia’s spring is warm yet still chilly, but sunny enough that sitting outside doesn’t feel too cold.
Ann Vaughn embraced a tablet, browsing through comments on the official blog, popping cherries into her mouth every so often, sunbathing lazily and feeling incredibly relaxed.
Whenever one’s hard work is acknowledged and praised by others, it’s undoubtedly a joyful thing.
Temporarily setting aside the unpleasant memories of The Imperial Capital, Ann Vaughn put down her tablet and closed her eyes for a nap.
She was leisurely, but it wasn’t so smooth over at the Sheridan Family.
The first to suffer was Jane Sheridan.
Ever since hearing Ann Vaughn returned to Marinia, she hadn’t slept well.
Elias seemed practically dead, having not replied to any of her messages for over a month.
Endlessly speculating on Ann Vaughn’s motive for returning, Jane Sheridan couldn’t figure it out and smashed several expensive tea cups on the table out of frustration, until a servant relayed a message.
"Miss, the master wants you to join him in his study."
"I understand."
Inside the study.
Stanley Sheridan stood by the window with a book on his back, looking out at something, turning around only when Jane entered and motioned her to sit down.
"Dad, is this about the company’s affairs?" Jane Sheridan’s heart leaped for joy, but her face showed no sign.
She was originally the planning director at The Sheridan Group, doing quite well, yet recently encountered frequent bizarre errors, forcing her to voluntarily take a break to adjust at home.