Chapter 556: Chapter 556: Annie, I Beg You
President Pierce, being bewildered by him, scratched his head, "So, can it be replicated?"
The member shrugged helplessly, "We can’t even analyze its components clearly."
What he didn’t say was, even if we knew the components, without the recipe’s proportions and production sequence, it would still be useless.
"This Ann Vaughn, indeed, has some skills." A gleam flashed in President Pierce’s eyes as he stroked his gray-white beard.
"You’re right, and it’s unclear how she made so many astonishing things."
Just then, President Pierce’s phone rang.
Seeing it was that man calling again, President Pierce frowned and asked the member beside him, "How much inhibitor is left?"
"President, we’ve been using it sparingly, but we just ran out of it..." The female member, who used the last portion of inhibitor, said guiltily.
President Pierce’s brow twitched for a moment before he picked up the phone, "Hello?"
"President Pierce, you promised that if I provided the inhibitor, you would cure my wife! I’ve already given you the inhibitor, when exactly will you help my wife?!"
The near-collapsing, hoarse male voice came through the phone, causing a jolt in the hearts of all present members.
The inhibitors had all been used up in their experiments...
President Pierce, appearing calm and unhurried, said to the man, "Rest assured, we will keep our promise to cure your wife. But for safety testing, the bottle of inhibitor you provided is used up and we need a new one."
"Vaughn Clinic said there was only that one bottle! You know it was meant to save my wife’s life!"
"I’m truly sorry."
"I got it! If you deceive me again, I’ll perish with you!" The man fiercely threw down these words and hung up the phone.
President Pierce looked at the phone screen, his gray-white beard trembling slightly, "This lunatic!"
His wife is in the late stage of cancer; unless they invite Ann Vaughn over, who else could save her?
If he had this realization, he should have invited Ann Vaughn when he first heard she could cure cancer.
Isn’t it just for that one million yuan that this man would cooperate with them?
In such a world, there are all kinds of people...
...
Ann Vaughn was unaware of everything happening within the medical association. She was in the lounge explaining in detail to the clinic’s TCM doctors the usage of inhibitors.
And for what degree of illness, which acupuncture treatment set is needed, or moxibustion is best.
Then she instructed Sherry to announce the sale of inhibitors on their official blog.
In less than half an hour, almost all the phones in Vaughn Clinic were ringing off the hook.
Ann Vaughn was in the lab sorting through samples and recipes of aroma therapy balls, just about to notify her assistant to come over and take the items when she realized her phone was missing.
She walked out of the lab and found her phone left at the reception desk, ringing non-stop.
Ann Vaughn walked over and picked it up, seeing it was Old Master Hawthorne calling.
"Grandpa?"
"Annie, come over to the main house right now. The person I sent to pick you up has already arrived, just outside your clinic." Old Master Hawthorne’s heavy voice came through.
Ann Vaughn was taken aback, "Grandpa, what’s happened?"
"Come over first, I’ll explain on the way."
"Okay, I got it." Ann Vaughn hung up, grabbed the bag hanging on the deer sculpture, told Sherry she was going to the main house, and quickly walked away.
"The patient who bought the inhibitor said... Oh?" Sherry hadn’t finished speaking when she saw that slender figure quickly disappear.
So urgent...
Let’s hope nothing’s happened...
The person Old Master Hawthorne sent to pick Ann Vaughn up was his bodyguard.
Ann Vaughn was in the car in the middle, surrounded by four other cars on all sides, offering strict protection.
This intimidating arrangement already made Ann Vaughn exceedingly uneasy.
Though the car cabin was steady as can be, with not a hint of vibration sensed, her heart raced uncontrollably.
Oh no!
Kenny!
Ann Vaughn hurriedly took out her phone and called Kenny.
"Buzz— Buzz— Your call is temporarily unanswered, please wait..."
The cold electronic tone came through, causing Ann Vaughn’s fingers to turn icy, gripping the phone tightly.
Could it be... something happened to Kenny?!
"Young Madam, our people have already taken Young Master back to Number 8, which we’ve also securely protected. Please rest assured." The bodyguard driving received the news and immediately reported it to Ann Vaughn.
Ann Vaughn’s tense body suddenly relaxed, she involuntarily looked back, her sweat-slicked back feeling slightly cold.
As long as it’s not Kenny...
She’d rather something happened to herself than to Kenny.
As soon as this thought passed, the heavy unease in Ann Vaughn’s heart not only didn’t lessen but instead deepened.
Half an hour later, at the main house.
Ann Vaughn quickly stepped into the living room to see Old Master Hawthorne sitting alone on the sofa. He was leaning on his cane, his face slightly buried behind his hands, obscuring his expression.
Yet an inescapable... sorrow was felt.
Ann Vaughn’s heart skipped a beat, she pressed down the uncomfortableness in her heart and walked over, "Grandpa, I’m here."
After a long while, Old Master Hawthorne finally lifted his head, his expression unchanged but the sharp eyes now tinged with redness.
"Annie, Cian... is gone."
Gone... what does that mean?
Ann Vaughn’s gradually stiffening lips tugged, "Grandpa, is it because Quinn has something urgent and can’t return tomorrow? It’s okay, he can come back the day after tomorrow, I... I can wait."
Old Master Hawthorne let out a heavy sigh, painfully and harshly saying to Ann Vaughn, "Cian won’t be coming back, the cruise he was on had an accident, no one survived."
No one survived—
These five words were like a sharp ice pick, piercing squarely into Ann Vaughn’s heart.
The coldness of winter and the stabbing pain kept invading her body, making her tremble all over.
"I know, Grandpa." After a while, Ann Vaughn heard her hoarse, trembling voice coming from her throat, "You’re trying to give me a surprise. Once I believe it, you’ll tell me you’re joking, right?"
"Alright, I already believe you, now quickly tell me where Quinn is, alright?"
"Annie is begging you."
Her voice remained calm and soft as always, without a trace of oddness.
Yet when Old Master Hawthorne raised his head, what he saw was a face streaked with tears, with crystalline drops continually falling out of those eyes which harbored panic and fear.
Drop by drop, they splashed open on the cold floor.
"Annie, Grandpa is not lying to you." Old Master Hawthorne forcefully closed his eyes, seeming to instantaneously age ten more years, his gray sideburns and face full of exhaustion.