Chapter 725: Chapter 725: She Just Left Like That?!
Compared to the gloomy and sighing atmosphere of the Sheridan Family, the candlelight flickers across the dining table at the Viridian Palace, which is laden with delicious dishes and lively laughter.
The elders on both sides never expected that after so many years, there would still be a day where past grievances were forgiven.
When Shuhua Vaughn had her accident, the tenuous relationship between the two families completely broke down, creating a scenario where neither side wanted any further contact.
Who would have thought that now, because of Ann Vaughn, they could enjoy a meal together with such joy and laughter.
"Don’t be fooled by how well they’re getting along now. In the past, just seeing each other was enough to make them want to grab sticks and start a fight." Wilder Sheridan explained in a low voice to Ann Vaughn, as he placed freshly picked crab meat into her bowl.
Ann Vaughn nodded in sudden understanding, now realizing why the atmosphere was so tense when the two sides met earlier.
"By the way, sis, I want to sleep with you tonight."
Ann Vaughn: ???
"How old are you now?" Elliot, sitting to Ann Vaughn’s right, voiced what she was thinking, placing a bowl of black chicken soup in front of her, "Seafood is cold; don’t overindulge."
Before Ann Vaughn could reply, Wilder Sheridan was already displeased, "It’s common for younger brothers to sleep with their older sisters. Can’t I just make up for that childhood regret?"
"Once you start wearing open-crotch pants again, come discuss this with me."
Wilder Sheridan instantly deflated, looking at his big brother with a resentful expression of "You’re heartless, ungrateful, and unreasonable."
Ann Vaughn quickly swallowed her crab meat and tried to appease both sides, "How about this, we all sleep together tonight, okay?"
Elliot hesitated to refuse, but finally nodded with a noticeable arc.
Only then did Wilder Sheridan settle down, happily continuing to pick crab meat for Ann Vaughn.
Little did they know, the three elders sitting across from them were snapping away with their cameras, capturing them all in the photos.
At this moment, Old Mrs. Vaughn noticed that Old Mrs. Sheridan’s phone was ringing continuously and reminded her, "In-law, you have a call coming in."
"Ignore it, it’s likely from Stanley. He’s grown up but still depends on his mom. Can’t he live on his own?" Old Mrs. Sheridan dismissed the call, focusing instead on photographing her beloved granddaughter, who was still warm in her hands.
In Old Mrs. Sheridan’s mind, the list of Stanley’s offenses was second only to Jane’s.
She figured while she was still annoyed, this troublesome son was not worth her concern.
Meanwhile, Stanley Sheridan, who was sitting on the Sheridan Family’s living room sofa, suddenly sneezed, causing the papers in his hand to fall to the ground.
Who is cursing him?
...
Late at night.
Although they lay on the same bed, the three of them held their own quilts, close yet not overly so.
Ann Vaughn lay in the middle, with Elliot on one side and Wilder on the other, like two steadfast knights.
"By the way, big brother, how are you planning to punish Jane Sheridan?" Wilder Sheridan turned under his covers to face Elliot.
Hearing the topic, Ann Vaughn also turned over like him, curiously looking at Elliot.
Elliot was amused by their curious expressions but also felt a corner of his heart, once missing, was finally filled.
"Sweetie, don’t get involved in this matter. I have my own way of handling it."
"Why can’t I get involved?" Ann Vaughn tilted her head, puzzled, her doe eyes wide and round as she gazed at him.
Elliot felt moved, reaching out to ruffle her soft hair, giving in to a moment of indulgence.
In the past, when he listened to the young gentlemen in the circle talk about their sisters, the reviews were always mischievous, spoiled, and difficult, often prone to tantrums.
Elliot had once worried, what if his own sister turned out to be like that?
But after meeting Ann Vaughn, he realized that no matter how unreasonable or spoiled she might be, he would always indulge her.
"With a brother like me, why do you need to lift a finger?" smiled Elliot, "Just sit back and watch the show, your brother won’t let you down."
Ann Vaughn’s eyes bent into crescents as she smiled happily, "It’s great to have a brother."
Beside her, Wilder Sheridan couldn’t bear to be left out, "Brother, I want you to help me deal with someone too..."
Elliot’s smile instantly turned cold, "Don’t you have hands yourself?"
Wilder Sheridan: "..." He must be adopted, definitely adopted.
...
Kenny’s recovery speed was twice what Ann Vaughn expected, forcing her to put on hold the play plans she had made with Elliot and the others.
After saying goodbye to the elders on both sides, she soon boarded a flight to The Imperial Capital.
Watching the ground recede, Ann Vaughn’s lips curled into a smile.
This New Year was both the most disappointing and regretful, as well as the most surprisingly warm, it was as if she were in a dream.
"You’re not crying anymore?" The familiar voice came from beside her.
Ann Vaughn’s mouth twitched as she rubbed her forehead, looking at Elias Hawthorne sitting in the seat next to her, her eyes full of suspicion, "Are you really not stalking me?"
Elias Hawthorne looked innocent, "No reason."
Indeed, there was no reason for him to stalk his direct boss.
Getting a pay cut was no joke.
"Let’s just call it a coincidence. Have you finished your business?"
"Mm." Elias Hawthorne’s eyes conveyed frustration, apparently, things hadn’t gone as planned.
Ann Vaughn didn’t press further; after all, it was none of her business.
After getting off the plane, Ann Vaughn declined Elias Hawthorne’s offer to accompany her and left in a taxi by herself.
Ann Vaughn had never been apart from Kenny for so long, although Sherry sent her photos and videos every day to reassure her.
But the longing drove her quickly homewards, eager to appear in the hospital immediately.
However, upon arriving at the hospital, she found that Kenny was no longer there. The nurse informed her he had already been taken home.
Ann Vaughn turned back towards Villa No. 8, but as she approached, she was stopped by the Hidden Guards at the gate.
"Stop! Without the Family Head’s permission, you have no right to step inside."
No right...
The light in Ann Vaughn’s eyes dimmed, her heart constricting painfully as she looked at the familiar white building ahead, feeling suddenly lost and at sea.
Cyrus Hawthorne had once told her that this would be their home.
Now, she didn’t even have the right to enter.
But it was her own doing, and she had no one else to blame.
Under the watchful eyes of the Hidden Guards, Ann Vaughn backed up several steps until she was out of their line of sight, glanced deeply at Villa No. 8, and turned to leave.
Watching her decisively turn and walk away, the Hidden Guards who had been so stern moments before, were taken aback: "?"
"Wait, she’s actually leaving just like that?!"
"Watch closely, she’ll definitely turn back."