Chapter 649: Chapter 649: Laura Quinn in Critical Condition
It’s almost twelve now, why is Miyi Yates still here?
Due to the distance, Ann Vaughn could only hear a few indistinct words, the rest were inaudible.
Whatever they talked about, Miyi Yates wore a gentle smile, her eyebrows and eyes soft, as if all her hidden passions were written in her gaze.
If one were not meticulous enough, they might not notice the emotions she tucked away carefully.
Ann Vaughn stood by the corner with her delicate brows slightly furrowed, feeling as if her heart was stuffed with cotton, her throat so dry she didn’t even have the energy to inquire aloud.
Recalling the recent events, Ann Vaughn lowered her eyelashes and turned around to go upstairs.
What she didn’t see was Miyi Yates, who was standing perfectly fine, suddenly stumbling. A suppressed exclamation followed, and she fell onto the stern-faced man in front of her.
The man, however, calmly stepped aside with his long legs, effortlessly avoiding her falling body, his narrow eyes gazed at her without a ripple, "Continue."
Miyi Yates awkwardly steadied herself to avoid falling disgracefully, quickly tidied her slightly disheveled hair, and continued with her words, "After Aidan Keating’s parents passed away, only he and the lady were left to rely on each other."
"Aidan Keating wasn’t one to be satisfied with the present circumstances. He got involved in treasure hunting, gambling, and smuggling. Until he was betrayed by his partner, fell to the bottom, and could never climb back up."
"These days, the sentence he said most was that he wanted to see the lady, otherwise he wouldn’t agree to any conditions we proposed."
Cyrus Hawthorne’s narrow eyes squinted slightly, then he spoke in a deep voice, "You can go back now."
"Yes." Miyi Yates nodded, glanced one last time in the direction of the corner, and turned to leave.
After returning to the master bedroom, Cyrus Hawthorne didn’t see Ann Vaughn inside, his brows knitted together.
Finally, he found the curled up Ann Vaughn in Kenny’s children’s room, not sleeping very soundly.
A light sigh escaped from Cyrus Hawthorne’s thin lips unconsciously. He leaned over carefully not to touch her injured arm and gently lifted her horizontally into his arms.
He then carried her back to the comfortable big bed in the master bedroom, gazed at her delicate face for a moment, and lightly planted a kiss at the corner of her eye.
"Goodnight."
...
At the break of dawn, amidst the foggy Mountain Loop Road beside the mountainside pavilion.
"Screech—" the sharp sound of brakes echoed through the sky.
With this ear-piercing noise stopping, a tall man fell on the road, crimson blood continuously flowing from his back of the head, shoulder, and leg, instantly staining the surrounding yellow sand red.
Using his remaining consciousness, the man barely opened his eyes, turned them in a hazy circle, and finally stopped on the white car not far away.
His gaze fixated on the driver’s seat of that car, but he couldn’t get a clear glimpse before he couldn’t hold on any longer, and his raised finger fell to the ground.
Only lightly raising a little dust.
The car window of the driver’s seat was not closed, and more and more heavy breathing and sobbing sounds kept coming from inside.
After a long time, the white car turned around and drove away, raising dust behind it.
...
A strong feeling of unease drove Ann Vaughn to open her eyes from her sleep, yet the first thing she saw was not the embossed ceiling of Kenny’s room.
But the crystal chandelier familiar to her in the master bedroom.
And a small face with cuteness akin to a snow child carved from jade.
"Kenny? Aren’t you at Cloudmere Manor..." Ann Vaughn was startled for a moment, propped herself up on the bed, rubbed her somewhat sore neck with her slender finger to feel much better.
"Last night’s heavy snow blocked the road, so Kenny couldn’t make it back. It made Mommy suffer." Little Dumpling jumped to hug Ann Vaughn, comfortingly rubbed against her cheek.
Ann Vaughn couldn’t help but feel both amused and exasperated.
Why does it feel like their roles as mother and child are reversed?
"Mommy didn’t suffer, just got a little frightened, it’s alright."
Just as she was about to pat her chest to prove that she was fine, Ann Vaughn suddenly remembered that her arm was still injured, and awkwardly hid it behind her.
"Is this considered alright?" Little Dumpling looked at Ann Vaughn’s hand she was trying to hide, puffed his cheeks, "When encountering danger, Mommy just needs to press the switch in the necklace, then you won’t get hurt and can escape unscathed."
Ann Vaughn awkwardly touched her wrist, "Isn’t this... I forgot?"
In the moment of urgency, she didn’t think that much.
Besides, due to Warren Vance being immune to all poisons and medications, she didn’t even entertain the idea of drugging him to escape.
As a result, she didn’t remember that there was still a mechanism in her necklace.
Seeing the worried look of Little Dumpling, Ann Vaughn couldn’t help but relent, "Mommy promises you, in the future, I will prioritize ensuring my own safety, okay?"
Kressiel was in danger because of her; in reason and emotion, she couldn’t watch her get into trouble, so she instinctively shielded her from Quinn Bishop’s attack without thinking.
Cyrus Hawthorne once taught her how to block an enemy’s attack without sustaining much injury.
She originally had an eighty percent chance of blocking Quinn Bishop’s attack, but she didn’t expect his strength to be astonishingly great.
Had she not absorbed half of his power already, under the direct impact of that knife hand, perhaps it wouldn’t just be an injury to the arm.
Upon hearing her promise, Little Dumpling grudgingly raised his chin, "Then I will reluctantly forgive Mommy."
At this moment, Bella Hawthorne walked into the room carrying a medical box, "Sister-in-law, I’m here to change your dressing."
"Why have you been discharged? Is your health fully recovered?" Ann Vaughn asked, somewhat surprised at Bella Hawthorne. Although her complexion wasn’t that great, she seemed more spirited than before.
Bella Hawthorne shook her head, "I don’t like the smell of disinfectant in the hospital, so I told my brother that I would recover just the same at home."
Moreover, by following the medicinal diet that Ann Vaughn prescribed, her health had improved significantly.
After finishing Ann Vaughn’s dressing, Bella Hawthorne’s phone in her pocket suddenly rang.
Whatever was said on the call, her expression instantly became difficult to look at, "I’m going there now."
"What happened?" Ann Vaughn asked with furrowed brows, puzzled.
"The hospital informed me that my mother is critically ill and likely won’t make it through the night." Bella Hawthorne replied, her face pale and her eyes losing focus.
...
Ann Vaughn asked Bella Hawthorne to take Kenny to the hospital first, while she drove to the Vaughn Clinic to pick up some things.
Who would have thought to see dozens of black luxury cars parked at the entrance of Vaughn Clinic, led by the especially eye-catching Koenigsegg Agera R.
Quinn Bishop stood respectfully next to the car and immediately approached when he saw Ann Vaughn appear.
"Princess, Lord has asked me to deliver medicine to you, please make sure to keep it safe." Quinn Bishop took out a delicately crafted small glass bottle and handed it to her, "You know how to use it."