Chapter 621: Chapter 621: Mistress Material
"At Vaughn Clinic, the premise for treating patients is that the patients themselves are willing. Conversely, I will not force them. And you can rest assured; confidentiality regarding patient information is a fundamental quality of a physician."
Seeing Ann Vaughn turn around and about to leave directly, Kressiel’s eyes flashed with an odd expression, and she couldn’t help but call out to her.
"I’ve heard there’s a saying in S Country that goes ’a physician’s heart is like that of a parent.’ But you seem indifferent to whether or not to treat and save people?"
Upon hearing this, Ann Vaughn turned back to ask her, "So if I persuade you, will you be willing to get treated?"
Kressiel shook her head honestly.
"Then why would I waste my breath?" Ann Vaughn chuckled lightly, did not stop further, and walked out of the cafe.
Kressiel’s eyes behind her sunglasses widened a bit, and only after Ann Vaughn’s figure disappeared at the door did she ask Norn, "Is she implying that persuading me is a waste of time, so she simply doesn’t?"
"Yes." Norn lowered his head.
"..." Kressiel’s mood suddenly became a bit complicated.
Originally, she thought she was reluctant to let Ann Vaughn treat her, harboring resistance towards her.
But now it seems the things she stubbornly valued weren’t even on her mind...
This left Kressiel, who had never tasted the bitterness of failure since birth, unable to even muster anger towards Norn.
Meanwhile.
Another booth by the window.
"Was that pretty lady just now a celebrity? Why were you filming her continuously?" The friend sitting opposite Willow White couldn’t help but ask after seeing her finally stop sneaky filming.
Willow White’s main job is as an intern reporter for a famous newspaper, so anything that catches her attention is bound to be significant.
"How could she be a celebrity?" Willow White smugly looked at the videos and photos on her phone, disdainfully snorting at the friend’s words, "Some women may be pretty, but at best they’re mistress material."
The day after that gathering, Evan Sawyer proposed breaking up with Willow White.
No matter how she pleaded or cried, his attitude remained unusually firm.
Thinking it over, Willow White concluded that apart from the bitch who undermined her, no one else could be capable of ruining Evan Sawyer’s and her relationship.
Thus, all her hatred and relationship troubles with Evan Sawyer were pinned on Ann Vaughn.
Facing her friend now, anger spilled forth, and she slandered without hesitation.
"No way?" The friend predictably showed a look of disgust, "That’s really gross, totally wasting that face."
Willow White shook her phone with a smile, "Now I have evidence. It’s only a matter of time before I expose this woman’s true nature."
The third party interfering in relationships...
Willow White believed Ann Vaughn’s so-called "husband" would definitely be interested in hearing about it.
"Excuse me, please hand over the phone you used for unauthorized filming earlier for us to inspect." Several burly foreign bodyguards suddenly approached Willow White’s table.
Their tone allowed for no negotiation.
Willow White’s smile froze, "This is my personal item. What right do you have to inspect it? Stop kidding, seriously."
"You can cooperate with us if you can bear the charge of triggering a dispute between two countries."
A dispute between two countries?!
Both Willow White and her friend were startled by their imposing aura, their expressions turning extremely grim, forgetting even to retort.
Just who are these people?!
...
Once Ann Vaughn had pondered over what Norn said earlier, the taxi arrived in front of Vaughn Clinic.
After paying the fare, Ann Vaughn walked towards the clinic entrance while taking out her phone, intending to send Norn a warning text.
But recalling Kressiel’s previous words and her resistance to treatment, ultimately decided against it.
Upon first encountering Kressiel, Ann Vaughn thought it might be due to her special identity or perhaps customs of her country.
That she would wrap herself up like a mummy, reluctant to reveal even an inch of skin.
Now it seemed that those clothes and mask, sunglasses, were merely her protective layer.
The root of her illness may not lie on the surface; emotional sickness is even harder to cure than physical appearance.
"You’re finally back. I was thinking of giving you ten more minutes, and if you still weren’t back, I’d go look for you." Sherry, having just finished arranging a guest, sighed with relief upon seeing Ann Vaughn return from outside.
Ann Vaughn poured herself a cup of hot water, sipping a few mouthfuls leisurely, saying, "Perhaps Kressiel and the others won’t bring us any trouble."
If they were indeed sent by Warren Vance, they’d be straightforward and lacking in subtlety.
"I don’t know about Kressiel being troublesome, but you sure have trouble coming your way." Sherry gave her a "warrior, farewell" look, pointing towards the lounge.
Ann Vaughn shrugged slightly with amusement, "What trouble could I possibly have?"
Not long after she uttered these words, Ann Vaughn found herself confronted with reality.
It was more than just trouble.
"...Why are you here?" Ann Vaughn’s lips twitched, her legs inexplicably trembled lightly, starting to ache subtly again.
The man sitting on the fabric sofa in the lounge lifted his eyes upon hearing her, giving Ann Vaughn a faint glance, "I left a note on the table this morning."
Recalling quickly, Ann Vaughn remembered the content on that piece of paper.
[Wait for me at home.]
She had completely tossed it out of her mind.
"..." Ann Vaughn remained silent for several seconds, then lifted her head in surprise, "You left a note for me? How come I didn’t see it, it must’ve accidentally been blown into the trash by the wind! What did it say?"
The man was almost amused by this little actress, his thin, pale lips pressing lightly, controlling his smile, "What was written is unimportant, come with me to a place."
Ann Vaughn blinked her eyes, "Where to?"
"The cinema."
"Oh." Ann Vaughn nodded calmly, about to agree, when she suddenly realized in the next second, her pretty face couldn’t hide her astonishment, "Where did you just say?!"
Cyrus Hawthorne supported his chin with one hand, gazing at her, calmly explaining, "Evan Sawyer had plans to watch a movie with his girlfriend today, but he broke up, so he gave the movie tickets to me."
"But this..."
"Don’t want to go?"
After hesitating for less than a second, Ann Vaughn decisively nodded, "I want to go!"
When thinking about the things usual couples do and places they go, she and Cyrus Hawthorne never experienced any.
She wasn’t particularly bothered by these trivialities, but sometimes when she stumbled upon sweet romantic posts on social media, she’d feel envy.
How should I say this, other people’s love is sweetly romantic, theirs is different, theirs has a touch of color.
...
Inside Orwind Studios.
In case this date is possibly the one and only chance, Ann Vaughn specifically went home to change.
She wore a black embroidered sweater dress with a white coat edged with a circle of fur around the hem and knee-high boots, perfectly complementing her slender legs.