Chapter 720: Chapter 720: She Doesn’t Want You Anymore
The Little Dumpling’s large eyes flickered as they moved around with difficulty, finally resting on the distinguished man.
Then he let out a hoarse childish voice, "Where’s Mommy?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of The Hawthorne Family changed, some even dared not meet the Little Dumpling’s clear eyes.
What a sin.
Such a cute and sensible child, Ann Vaughn could truly be so heartless to abandon him.
Cyrus Hawthorne remained expressionless, gently tucking the Little Dumpling in with the blanket. He then asked Mark Joyce to call the doctor over and calmly said to the Little Dumpling, "We’ll talk when you’re better."
The Little Dumpling puffed up his cheeks. Although doubtful, he did not act out and obediently accepted the arrangement.
After the doctors left, in order to let Kenny rest properly and to prevent The Hawthorne Family from accidentally mentioning Ann Vaughn’s departure, Old Master Hawthorne urged them to leave.
Old Master Hawthorne gave Cyrus Hawthorne a meaningful look, then took the lead in leaving the hospital room.
"Go to sleep, or don’t even think about discussing anything else." Cyrus Hawthorne looked at the restless Little Dumpling lying in the hospital bed and instructed in a solemn voice.
The Little Dumpling murmured, reluctantly agreeing with him.
Only then did Cyrus Hawthorne leave the hospital room, walking over to Old Master Hawthorne who stood with hands clasped behind his back by the window in the corridor, "Grandfather."
"Kenny just had surgery, he can’t handle any shocks or mistakes. As for Ann’s matter, let’s keep it from him for now," Old Master Hawthorne turned to him with concern.
Cyrus Hawthorne’s ink-black eyes showed no trace of emotion, "He’s smart, this can’t be hidden for long."
"Let’s be clear, I won’t interfere in your matters with Ann. But you must find out quickly what makes her so determined to divorce you, regardless of Kenny’s welfare."
Judging from Cyrus Hawthorne’s recent attitude of ignoring Ann Vaughn’s affairs, Old Master Hawthorne couldn’t help but worry for them.
"No need." Cyrus Hawthorne’s gaze suddenly turned cold, the half-smirk on his lips growing more mocking, "She wants to leave, I’ll grant her wish."
From now on, her life has nothing to do with him anymore.
Two days later, under Sherry’s meticulous care, Kenny’s post-surgery recovery was swift, with no lingering negative impacts discovered.
It’s just that his frail condition, carried from birth, wouldn’t be fully cured in a short time.
Due to Cyrus Hawthorne being at the hospital dealing with work and staying by Kenny’s side, Kenny hadn’t had the chance to get his hands on a phone.
Finally, Cyrus Hawthorne received a call and left the hospital room, giving Kenny a chance to jump out of bed, intending to sneak out and borrow someone’s phone to call Ann Vaughn.
He simply didn’t believe that Mommy was too busy to come see him.
In Mommy’s heart, he always came before work!
Yet at that moment, the hospital room door was pushed open, and Kenny lifted his head, a trace of surprise flashing in his large eyes.
Why would it be this Auntie?
"Auntie, do you need something?" Kenny asked in a sweet voice.
Miyi Yates’s expression stiffened. She wasn’t much older than Ann Vaughn, how could she be an auntie!?
"Young Master, why are you out of bed?" Returning to her usual demeanor, Miyi Yates picked Kenny up and placed him back on the hospital bed, "Your body isn’t well yet, you shouldn’t be running around."
Kenny had painstakingly crawled to the door, only to be carried back again. Furious, his little face puffed up, "Auntie, put me back, I have something important to do outside!"
A... Auntie!?
Miyi Yates’s usually perfect smile showed signs of cracking for the first time.
She took a deep breath, barely maintaining the smile on her face, watching Kenny struggle with his short limbs trying to run outside, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.
"Is the Young Master trying to find Miss Vaughn?"
Unable to move quickly, Kenny’s little ears perked up, a vigilant look appearing in his large eyes, "So what if I am?"
"The Young Master doesn’t know yet?" Miyi Yates exclaimed in surprise, then seemed to understand, "I guess the Family Head and they were worried the Young Master just had surgery and hasn’t recovered yet, so they didn’t tell you."
"My dad is worried about me, are you jealous?" The Little Dumpling asked incisively.
Miyi Yates choked, "How could I be? I’m just concerned that you are still kept in the dark. In fact, your Mommy, that is Miss Vaughn, ran away with another man, abandoning you. The Family Head was furious and divorced her."
"Haven’t you noticed? The gaze from those Hawthorne Family members and Old Master Hawthorne when they visited you has been strange these days?"
"Your successful surgery was such an important event, so why didn’t they notify your Mommy? All this time in the hospital, has your Mommy visited you?"
"Your Mommy, she doesn’t want you anymore."
Miyi Yates elaborated slowly, each word striking at the heart.
The already pale face of the Little Dumpling became increasingly translucent, not a hint of rosiness left, a strong sense of panic emerged in his large eyes.
Mommy... doesn’t want him anymore?!
"You’re lying!" The Little Dumpling suddenly lifted his head, tears rolled down his cheeks as he loudly and confidently refuted Miyi Yates, "My Mommy would never abandon me even if she didn’t want my dad!"
"Besides, you’ve always disliked my Mommy, wanting to chase her away from my dad, so you can have him for yourself." The Little Dumpling clenched his fists, calming down, "Your words aren’t credible, you’re just trying to sow discord, only a fool would be tricked by you!"
"That’s right, the Young Master isn’t a fool, Miss Yates better not plot against him."
Mark Joyce’s voice suddenly sounded, he stepped in from outside the hospital room, casting a scrutinizing glance at Miyi Yates, then picked up Kenny who was moving slowly on the ground.
Finding Mark Joyce would hear these words, Miyi Yates’s expression changed but quickly returned to normal.
"What is Special Assistant Joyce implying? As the daughter of the Yates Family, it’s my duty to earnestly work for the Family Head and Young Master." Miyi Yates smiled gracefully, "I was merely informing the Young Master of the truth, didn’t want him to be deceived."
Mark Joyce sneered, "Are you warning me not to speak out?"
The Yates Family is considered the right hand of the Hawthorne Family, especially since the Family Head of the Yates Family, which is Miyi Yates’s father, once saved President Hawthorne’s life.
With this favor in mind, mere words of provocation can’t shake Miyi Yates’s position, but it might affect the relations between the Yates Family and the Hawthorne Family.
Weighing the consequences, Mark Joyce quickly understood.
"Special Assistant Joyce is a sensible person. Since you’re here, I’ll take my leave." Miyi Yates nodded gracefully, turning to leave.
At this moment, Mark Joyce suddenly noticed a dampness around his neck and hurriedly looked down.
He saw the Little Dumpling in his arms anxiously twisting his small hands, lips pursed, large confused eyes continuously shedding golden tears, a pitiful sight that Mark Joyce had never seen before.