Chapter 714: Chapter 714: Terms
Old Master Hawthorne sighed heavily and turned to see Ann Vaughn standing by the hospital bed. He instructed the doctors, "Contact other hospitals, no matter the cost, we must quickly find a matching bone marrow."
The doctors nodded repeatedly and then left the ward.
Ann Vaughn took out a needle pack from the medical box and used acupuncture to relieve Kenny’s persistent fever and the pain he was feeling.
Only when Little Dumpling’s tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed did Ann Vaughn retrieve the Golden Needle and gently wipe the moisture off his little face and neck with a handkerchief.
"Annie, don’t worry, with the full power of the Hawthorne Family, grandpa will definitely find a suitable bone marrow source for J.B.," Old Master Hawthorne gently patted Ann Vaughn’s shoulder, comforting her.
Ann Vaughn nodded slightly, her beautiful eyes tinged with red, her voice choking slightly, "Thank you, grandpa. Actually, Quinn has already found bone marrow that matches Kenny, I just informed him on my way here."
However, Mark Joyce answered the phone at the time. He should convey this to Cyrus Hawthorne and arrange the surgery as soon as possible.
Old Master Hawthorne felt relieved upon hearing this, since Cian had already arranged it, the outcome was foreseeable.
It’s not that Old Master Hawthorne was overconfident, but he understood Cyrus Hawthorne too well. For critical matters, even if there were slight deviations,
he had the resolve to correct each one.
But Ann Vaughn still couldn’t stop the worry in her heart.
Laura Quinn’s words from that day were still vivid in her mind, and she was only worried that she might interfere.
"Miss Vaughn, someone is looking for you outside," at this moment, a nurse came in with a message.
Ann Vaughn returned from her thoughts, told Old Master Hawthorne, and then left the ward, following the nurse’s guidance to the bench.
When she saw Laura Quinn sitting there, Ann Vaughn’s brows knitted together, a sense of foreboding rising again, "Why is it you?"
Laura Quinn sat gracefully on the bench, her hands elegantly crossed, looking at Ann Vaughn with a seemingly amused expression.
"Right now, the only one who can save Kenny is my son, Aidan Keating." She said leisurely, "Aidan has always listened to me, and if I tell him to refuse to donate bone marrow..."
Aidan Keating is actually Laura Quinn’s son?!
No wonder when she probed Aidan Keating about knowing Laura Quinn that day, he didn’t answer, but his eyes were filled with warmth.
So... this is Laura Quinn’s confidence.
Ann Vaughn’s face turned pale, her slender fingers tightly clenched, her hoarse voice even more difficult, "What do you want?"
"Rest assured, I’m not Wanda Chamberlain; I won’t cruelly demand your life."
Hearing her say this, Ann Vaughn’s tightly strung heartstrings didn’t relax in the slightest, as she coldly stared at her.
"I want you to divorce Cian, leave The Imperial Capital, and never appear again." Laura Quinn’s disguised face bore a just-right smile, as she uttered her cruel words one by one, "If you can do that, your son can have surgery within these two days. If you can’t... then you can only collect his body."
The final words were like a knife, brutally stabbing into Ann Vaughn’s heart, the sharp pain spreading from the wound.
Her limbs suddenly turned cold, her occipital lobe swimming for a few seconds.
Laura Quinn didn’t pay attention to Ann Vaughn’s face, pale as paper, stood up and said to her, "Rest assured, you have a day to consider. Give me an answer tomorrow, or you know the consequences."
"Something’s wrong! The patient is having a fever again, call the doctor, quick!"
At this moment, a sudden exclamation from Kenny’s ward pulled Ann Vaughn back from the brink of despair.
"Kenny!" Ann Vaughn’s eyes tightened as she turned and quickly walked toward the ward, forgetting even to reply to Laura Quinn.
Laura Quinn didn’t mind, leisurely leaving.
She was very sure that Ann Vaughn would agree to her conditions.
Unless she didn’t want to save Kenny.
...
Kenny’s condition was optimistic, and there had been signs before, only suppressed by Ann Vaughn with Chinese medicine and acupuncture, allowing peace for a long time.
But when the condition deteriorates, with repeated fevers, unconsciousness, and severe pain... these negative impacts come aggressively.
Even adults can barely endure such torment, let alone someone so young.
The ward was in chaos for half the night before Kenny’s condition was barely stabilized.
Ann Vaughn changed him into dry and comfortable clothes to prevent his wet clothes from making him catch a chill again.
The ward was quiet, with Old Master Hawthorne leaning against the sofa, exhausted and asleep.
His beloved great-grandson was still suffering, and Old Master Hawthorne, who always doted on him, refused to listen to Ann Vaughn’s advice to rest first and insisted on staying.
Ann Vaughn placed a blanket over Old Master Hawthorne, then returned to sit by the bed.
Kenny’s unconscious, adorable face was flushed, his eyes tightly closed, his little hands subconsciously clutching the blanket, looking both obedient and cute, tugging at the heartstrings.
Ann Vaughn didn’t sleep for a long time, only realizing she had sat the entire night when dawn broke.
Looking at Kenny’s face, losing its unusual flush and becoming even paler, the struggle and reluctance in Ann Vaughn’s eyes slowly faded, turning into determination.
Laura Quinn spoke with such certainty, there must be more than one way out.
If there wasn’t a hundred percent certainty, Cyrus Hawthorne would never easily promise anything to her.
—She can’t be led by the nose by Laura Quinn!
After entrusting Old Master Hawthorne to temporarily look after Kenny, and instructing the Hidden Guards watching the ward not to let their guard down, Ann Vaughn returned alone to No. 8.
Cyrus Hawthorne hadn’t shown up all night.
Probably caught up in something.
Ann Vaughn didn’t refrain from asking Mark Joyce repeatedly, only to get replies that Cyrus Hawthorne was busy but had already arranged the surgery, telling her not to worry.
He just wouldn’t say where exactly Cyrus Hawthorne was.
How could she not worry?
Aidan Keating is Laura Quinn’s son; she has the right to decide whether her son will donate bone marrow or not.
She just wanted an answer from Cyrus Hawthorne, something she could believe in without hesitation.
...
The villa was already decorated, everywhere filled with the atmosphere of the New Year.
But for some reason, looking at all this, Ann Vaughn felt only a chill in her heart, unable to muster any enthusiasm, only barely spirited when she thought of her arrangement with Cyrus Hawthorne.
He promised he would spend today with them, so he would definitely come back.
When the clock pointed to ten, Ann Vaughn was still filled with anticipation, thinking it’s normal for him to be busy managing the vast Hawthorne Group, with its countless enterprises.
When the clock pointed to two, Ann Vaughn heard a noise from the entrance and ran excitedly to open the door, only to find outside was silent and empty.