Chapter 615: Chapter 615: It’s Not Your Fault
It is certain that it was impossible for her to have added Strychnine to the medicinal food recipe, and Uncle Dexter wouldn’t have done it either. However, the medicinal food was always delivered to the hospital by Uncle Dexter himself after being prepared.
There was no one else’s involvement in between, so it is highly likely that the tampering with the medicinal food happened in this hospital room.
Was it the caregiver, the nurse, or some doctor?
"Your words are somewhat biased." At this moment, Cyrus Hawthorne hung up the phone and walked over, standing behind Ann Vaughn, and said in a deep voice to Henry Hawthorne, "If you really want to know who the mastermind is, then I can tell you right now."
"Who did it?" Before Henry Hawthorne could speak, Old Master Hawthorne asked.
Ann Vaughn looked up at Cyrus Hawthorne, only to see him turning to look at Laura Quinn lying on the hospital bed. His narrow dark eyes seemed to hold some deep meaning, layered with dark clouds, making it impossible to discern his true emotions.
"Does Mom want to hear it too?" Cyrus Hawthorne’s thin lips curled slightly, his voice devoid of warmth.
Laura Quinn coughed a few times while covering her mouth before saying, "Mom hopes you won’t lose your basic judgment and fairness because of a close relationship with this person."
The smile at the corner of Cyrus Hawthorne’s mouth faded, and he turned his sharp narrow eyes towards the caregiver, who was silently standing aside like an invisible person, "Then please, Caregiver Lowell, explain it to us."
The caregiver’s body stiffened almost imperceptibly.
Damn it, what kind of mutant X-ray vision does this man have...
"What does this have to do with my caregiver?" Laura Quinn looked at the caregiver strangely, puzzled.
The caregiver simply pretended to be dead, keeping his head down and saying nothing.
But obviously, Cyrus Hawthorne had no intention of letting him off, "I never expected Caregiver Lowell to have such diverse interests and hobbies. I wonder if people abroad know."
Caregiver: !!!
Seeing that there was no way to avoid this disaster, the caregiver could only give up struggling and raised his head to confess straightforwardly, "The medicinal food that was previously sent here was never drunk by the madam; it was all offered to the toilet."
"Strychnine was later put into the medicinal food by the madam herself and then consumed, I saw it with my own eyes."
With each word from the caregiver, Laura Quinn and Henry Hawthorne’s faces became a bit uglier.
The former was furious, the latter incredulous.
How could anyone risk their life to frame someone else?
Old Master Hawthorne vaguely guessed something, which is why he never lashed out at Ann Vaughn and remained neutral from the beginning.
So hearing this result was not surprising to him.
From the moment Laura Quinn returned to the Hawthorne Family, her hostility towards Ann Vaughn was almost written all over her face.
Just didn’t expect that she’d be foolish enough to use her life as a stake...
But after Ann Vaughn’s initial shock, she only felt inexplicable.
Did she take the Quinn Family’s potted flowers in her previous life? Why exactly is there so much animosity towards her?
What is it called when you’re minding your own business, and trouble comes from the skies? This is exactly it.
"Did you hear all that clearly?" Seeing the realization on Ann Vaughn’s little face, Cyrus Hawthorne lifted his hand to gently rub the back of her neck, then spoke coolly to Laura Quinn, "From today on, please rest and recuperate without doing anything unnecessary."
"Otherwise, I won’t mind removing the role of mother from my life altogether."
His tone was cold, as if talking about today’s weather, with no fluctuation at all.
Shock and panic flooded Laura Quinn’s eyes as she looked at Cyrus Hawthorne’s indifferent, calm face, opening her mouth but unable to utter a single word.
Indeed.
A mother who had been absent from her child’s life for decades and now came back only to make all sorts of accusations and traps for his wife.
How could the child ever accept her?
Yet she couldn’t stop, couldn’t halt...
Old Master Hawthorne let out a heavy sigh to prevent this farce from escalating further, and said to Ann Vaughn, "Annie, I apologize for the wrong you’ve suffered. Grandpa here is sorry."
"No, Grandpa." Ann Vaughn shook her head repeatedly, "I didn’t suffer any injustice, it wasn’t such a big deal to begin with."
Because even before she had time to feel wronged, Cyrus Hawthorne had already swiftly resolved everything for her.
Hearing Ann Vaughn’s words, Henry Hawthorne glanced at her with a complicated expression, his face inexplicably tinged with pain.
Perhaps it was just as Cyrus Hawthorne said, his views on Ann Vaughn always carried some bias, making it hard to view her normally.
Old Master Hawthorne pat her shoulder with relief and then looked towards Cyrus Hawthorne, "You should take Ann back with you first; Grandpa has something to discuss with your mother alone."
Cyrus Hawthorne nodded slightly, took Ann Vaughn’s small hand, and left the room with her.
Henry Hawthorne took a look at Laura Quinn lying in the hospital bed, shook his head, sighed, and said nothing as he let his assistant push him out.
Once the room was quiet again, Old Master Hawthorne walked with his hands behind his back to Laura Quinn, his bright and shrewd eyes looking at her, bluntly saying, "You dislike that girl Ann, but are you still hung up on that incident?"
Laura Quinn’s eyes moved, but she didn’t speak.
"Are you upset that Shuhua Vaughn almost married someone from Sudia back then? Now that she’s gone, you take it out on Ann, who resembles her so closely, is that it?" Old Master Hawthorne spoke sharply, not beating around the bush.
But easily voiced Laura Quinn’s inner thoughts.
Seeing her not answer, Old Master Hawthorne shook his head, "The past is just all in vain, why should you vent your wrath on the innocent over those matters?"
"You also think Ann Vaughn resembles Shuhua Vaughn, have you ever thought she might very well be Shuhua Vaughn’s daughter?" Laura Quinn asked.
"That’s impossible, Ann isn’t a daughter of the Sheridan Family." Old Master Hawthorne denied it flatly.
Laura Quinn raised her hand to press the back of her ear, adjusting the mask to fit snugly before continuing, "Even though Shuhua Vaughn is dead, my dislike for her doesn’t easily disappear, unless Ann Vaughn no longer appears before me."
"So you’re willing to put your life on the line to frame her?"
"Yes."
Old Master Hawthorne sighed again, saying with deep meaning, "There’s a solution for everything, if you don’t talk about the problem, you will never have the chance to solve it, do you understand?"
...
Hearing the cautious eavesdropping of Ann Vaughn against the crack of the door, Cyrus Hawthorne’s forehead twitched slightly, his expression somewhat helpless, "What are you doing?"
"Isn’t it obvious?" Ann Vaughn pressed her little ear closer to the crack, whispering in reply, "In ancient times, you could be executed for a crime, I have to know why your mom hates me so much, right?"
Otherwise, with such an unclear animosity, she wouldn’t be able to stomach a single bite of ice cream for three days.
Upon hearing this, Cyrus Hawthorne’s narrow eyes deepened slightly, his thin lips pursed, and then he lightly pressed his hand on her head, speaking with a low voice, "Sorry."
"Why are you apologizing? It’s not your fault." Hearing his apology suddenly, Ann Vaughn stood dumbfounded for a few seconds before realizing, playfully poking his chest.