Chapter 580: Chapter 580: I’ll Move Out as Soon as Possible
Early the next morning.
Inside the VIP ward at First Hospital.
"Madam, are you feeling better today?" Uncle Dexter placed the medicinal porridge and some supplements, prepared overnight in the kitchen, on the table and spoke pleasantly to Laura Quinn, who was undergoing an infusion.
Laura Quinn’s memory of Uncle Dexter still lingered from over twenty years ago, and she nodded somewhat awkwardly, "Much better."
"That’s good." Uncle Dexter smiled, "The young madam was worried about your health, so she specially prepared medicinal porridge for you last night and instructed me to bring it over this morning."
"Medicinal porridge?" Laura Quinn’s eyes flickered slightly, her gaze resting on the insulated container on the table.
This Ann Vaughn... is really quite thoughtful.
Seeing the emotion in Laura Quinn’s eyes, Uncle Dexter opened the insulated container, and the heat instantly rose, releasing an incredibly enticing aroma.
"The porridge is still warm; it’ll be just right once you’re done with the infusion." Uncle Dexter said with a smile.
Even before the medicinal porridge was finished, the aroma had attracted the attention of the servants and hidden guards in the villa, causing them to come and see it over and over.
If it weren’t the medicinal porridge prepared for Laura Quinn, those fellows would have wanted to eat it as a midnight snack.
Laura Quinn coughed, forcibly moving her gaze away, "Just leave it there, I’ll drink it after the infusion."
"Alright. Then I won’t disturb your recuperation, I shall take my leave."
Laura Quinn nodded, watching Uncle Dexter leave the ward, her gaze returning to the insulated container.
She had to admit, just smelling this aroma made her feel that her arm, swollen from the needles, seemed to ease quite a bit.
But who knows how it tastes...
Swish.
The door to the ward suddenly opened again. Laura Quinn thought Uncle Dexter had returned, but it was the advanced nurse sent by the Hawthorne Family to take care of her.
Laura Quinn’s brow furrowed, her tone barely concealing her dislike, "Pour out the contents in there for me; the smell makes me feel sick."
"Yes, I’ll go pour it out right away." The nurse responded, then picked up the insulated container from the table and went into the bathroom.
...
Soft light sneaked into the room through the heavy curtains, shining just right on Ann Vaughn, who was sleeping soundly facing the floor-to-ceiling windows.
It made her porcelain-white face even more translucent, like a glass doll.
After a while, her curled lashes trembled slightly, and she gradually opened her eyes, gazing blankly at the curtains that were somehow closed.
She remembered they were open when she fell asleep last night...
And why was the bedding so warm...
She sat on the bed, dazed for a while, then fumbled out two... long-shaped pillows from under the covers.
Or rather, they should be called extended heat packs, still warm and very comfortable to the touch.
No wonder she slept so peacefully all night.
Normally, during her period, no matter how high she turned up the heating, her limbs would remain chilly, often waking her up from the cold.
Last night, the two long pillows were placed on either side, with the heat source so close, no wonder it didn’t feel cold at all.
Her dear darling is quite the little angel.
Ann Vaughn thought as she hugged the still-warm pillows.
I wonder if Susie is awake yet...
Thinking of this, Ann Vaughn immediately picked up her phone and called Susie Sommers.
After a long while, the call connected, "Annie? I just woke up; my head is killing me. I don’t know who hammered my skull while I was asleep..."
As Susie Sommers complained to Ann Vaughn while getting out of bed, she suddenly heard the sound of the door opening from outside.
Her eyes lit up instantly, and without thinking, she walked out of the room, running to the staircase, "Uncle—"
The last word stuck in her throat as she froze, her face frozen in a smile of surprise, when she saw Sean Sloan coming upstairs.
It wasn’t Julian Master Moore after all.
Sean Sloan paused his steps, saw Susie standing with her head down upstairs, and greeted her, "Miss Sommers, you’re awake. I’m here to collect the master’s passport."
Passport?
Susie’s hand holding the phone tightened, a nameless panic made even speaking difficult, "Youngest Uncle... is he going abroad?"
"Yes, the flight is at noon." Sean Sloan nodded.
At this moment, even Susie herself felt a bit lost about what she was holding onto.
Julian Master Moore despises her so much that he wouldn’t return home and even needs to go abroad to avoid her.
He could have easily chased her out, after all, this is his home, not hers.
But he was just too well-mannered, even refusing her... so gently that she couldn’t find fault.
This made Susie, from the start, determined to stubbornly cling to Youngest Uncle Moore, feel a deep sense of guilt and embarrassment.
"Butler Shelby, you don’t need to get it." Susie turned around so that Sean Sloan wouldn’t notice her unusual expression, "Please pass on a message to Youngest Uncle Moore for me."
"Just tell him I’ll move out as soon as possible. Thank you for all his care and love during this time, and I won’t bother him again in the future."
Striving to speak these words calmly, Susie returned to her room and shut the door.
Leaving a bewildered Sean Sloan behind, "..." No, isn’t the master just going abroad for a few days on business, and this is such a big blow to Miss Sommers?
Oh no, oh no!
How would he explain this to the master!
Inside the room, Susie tossed aside her phone with the speaker on, and started packing her luggage from the cabinet.
"Susie, are you alright?" Ann Vaughn, terrified after overhearing the conversation between Susie and Sean Sloan, worriedly asked, fearing Susie might act rashly.
Not that she feared Susie would harm herself, but rather someone else...
Detecting the anxious concern in Ann Vaughn’s voice, Susie immediately gritted her teeth, "Are you afraid I’ll impulsively drug Youngest Uncle and take advantage of him?"
Ann Vaughn: "..." Honestly, I am a little worried about that.
She tried to play it down: "If you have any conflicts with Youngest Uncle Moore, you should talk to him. Only by clearing things up can you resolve the issues."
"There’s nothing to say." Susie felt a sourness at the tip of her nose, "Actually, it was my mistake from the beginning. Youngest Uncle made his rejection of me so clear, yet I stubbornly believed I could melt his heart."
"It’s me who overestimated myself, stubbornly provoking him, and now it’s come to this irreparable situation, it’s all deserved."
Listening to Susie’s voice full of sadness and self-mockery, Ann Vaughn’s heart trembled inexplicably, "Susie..."
"Well, there are so many fresh faces out there; why hang myself on one tree? I have to explore the whole forest to live up to my life’s meaning!" Susie suddenly changed her tone, speaking boldly.
Ann Vaughn: ???
Wait, isn’t this change of mood a bit too fast??