Chapter 626: Chapter 626: The Little Bat Speeding
Bella Hawthorne’s shoulders trembled slightly, and her hands clenched tighter on her knees. She asked, her voice hoarse, "Will it hurt a lot?"
"Just think of it as taking a nap, and when you wake up, it will all be over. With me here, I won’t let our Bella suffer." Putting down the medicine pack, Ann Vaughn gently embraced Bella Hawthorne and softly comforted her.
Her embrace was warm and carried a unique sweet fragrance, making one feel as if they were falling into a cloud of cotton, soft and secure.
The tension in Bella Hawthorne gradually eased, and she buried her face in Ann Vaughn’s arm, whispering, "Thank you, sis."
After leaving Bella Hawthorne’s room, Ann Vaughn exhaled deeply.
She could guarantee that during the surgery and even afterward, Bella would feel no pain.
But the wounds on her heart, Ann Vaughn couldn’t heal.
"Mommy." Kenny peeked his small head out of the room, then hopped on his injured leg over to Ann Vaughn, "Catch your little baby!"
Just as Ann Vaughn opened her arms, the Little Dumpling "plop" jumped into her embrace, "Gotcha!"
It almost made Ann Vaughn’s heart melt with cuteness.
"Now, let mommy check how your arm is doing." Ann Vaughn pinched the Little Dumpling’s soft cheeks and then lifted his shirt to check his previous injuries.
The bruising had dispersed and was no longer as apparent, and the swelling had reduced.
Kenny stood obediently for Ann Vaughn to examine, then handed her a photo after she finished, "This is from the last time the surveillance camera captured, with the image clarity enhanced."
"It looks a bit like a bat?" Ann Vaughn looked at the thing in the photo with some surprise, "I thought it was a black cat."
It makes sense, since black cats don’t have wings, how could they fly up to the third floor?
However... this bat seemed a lot larger than usual?
"Yes, it’s a bat." Kenny nodded earnestly, "But its speed is very fast, even surpassing a cheetah."
"Could it be a simulation machine?"
"Nope, unidentified machines would easily be scanned out by the system."
Agreeing, Ann Vaughn furrowed her brows in confusion, "Then what could it be..."
Kenny stacked the photos together, a light flickering in his big eyes at Ann Vaughn’s question, "Maybe it’s a real bat."
Just that compared to a real bat, that thing was too strange.
Ann Vaughn recalled the books on Kenny’s shelf, worrying these matters might overly trouble him, so she ruffled his head to comfort him.
"It’s just a speeding little bat, not a vampire, right? Even if it were, we’re not afraid!"
Even a mystical creature like The Mermaid Princess once existed in this world, so a speeding little bat is nothing, right?
Kenny’s previously furrowed little brows relaxed a bit, and he nodded.
Though he couldn’t shake the feeling that the bat wasn’t simple...
To prevent Kenny from overthinking, Ann Vaughn offered her cherished classic building fragments for him to assemble slowly, hoping he would complete it within a month.
"Young Madam, the lady called and wishes to meet you alone," Uncle Dexter said as he walked over with the phone upon seeing Ann Vaughn about to head out.
"No."
Ann Vaughn decisively said this, then grabbed the car keys from the rack and left without turning back.
Uncle Dexter watched her leave before speaking into the phone, "Ma’am, you heard her."
"Tell her again when she returns," Laura Quinn said after a moment of silence, then hung up the phone.
...
Since Ann Vaughn handed over the samples and data of the cancer inhibitor to the medical research institute, it hasn’t been long before it’s been widely used in major hospitals.
That day, the medical research institute published an article to prevent the public from misunderstanding the cancer inhibitor, explaining its basis and function in detail.
The article caused a significant sensation throughout The Imperial Capital and even the country.
Previously, there were rumors that doctors in the country had developed a treatment for cancer, but such unrealistic statements were seen by most as mere fantasies.
Only a few held onto the remaining hope and sought out the Vaughn Clinic to apply for inhibitor treatment.
Among them were seventeen patients, except for an elderly one whose recovery was slower and under observation, the conditions of the other patients improved gradually, with one almost ready for discharge.
The clinical results released by the medical research institute were even more decisive than those of the Vaughn Clinic; experimental results from nearly a hundred cases proved that the inhibitor’s harm to the human body was negligible and even beneficial.
With an official statement, it thoroughly assured those still on the fence.
"Why didn’t this drug appear sooner? If it had, my loved ones wouldn’t have..."
"I also want to complain about this, but our country is gradually getting better, and that is indeed an encouraging thing."
"Some people have the looks, the brains, and the ability, but what’s the use? She can’t be my wife!"
"A relative of mine was recently diagnosed with terminal cancer; his son will be taking the college entrance exam next year, and his youngest son is just a few years old. He’s the pillar of the family and this almost crushed them! Just thinking about it makes my heart ache! I really want to thank the owner of the Vaughn Clinic face-to-face!"
"Do you think if she had given up when she was being cyberbullied, would we have this cancer inhibitor today?"
"Damn, that’s terrifying to think about!"
"Inhibitor... why name it that? Could it be that she herself is the Pharmacist?"
Ann Vaughn was unaware of the uproar outside, as she drove to the company to check how the endorsement shooting was progressing.
To bait out Elias Hawthorne’s tricks, Ann Vaughn made sure not to go to the company unless necessary, creating an illusion of being uninterested in company affairs.
Even when she got the endorsement contract back from Cyrus Hawthorne, she had her assistant pick it up.
"President Vaughn, I’ve observed for several days, and Manager Hawthorne doesn’t seem suspicious at all," the assistant said, following closely behind Ann Vaughn, "Could it be we’ve misunderstood?"
"Don’t be complacent, keep watching as before," Ann Vaughn said thoughtfully.
Catching a big fish requires patience, doesn’t it?
"Just one thing, Manager Hawthorne asks every day whether you’re coming to the office, regardless of his attendance. Of course, whether you come or not, I always say it’s uncertain."
Ann Vaughn slightly lifted her gaze, "When did he start asking you this?"