Chapter 519: Chapter 519: Admitted Defeat to Her
The deep, cold voice brushed past Ann Vaughn’s ears like a feather, instantly making her feel an even colder chill passing through her than when she was holding the box.
Hardly rescued from the crisis without a chance to catch her breath, and yet again grasped by the neck of fate by Ann Vaughn: "..."
That damned thorny rose, it definitely is a killer rose!
Kenny, who had been staying by Ann Vaughn’s side the entire time, rolled his big eyes and silently felt a pang of sympathy for his mommy for a moment.
Compared to that lunatic Warren Vance, clearly the Archfiend is even harder to deal with now.
"Kenny, go back upstairs." Cyrus Hawthorne said to Kenny in his usual tone, and then with a fold of his long fingers, crumpled the card and tossed it into the trash can.
Ann Vaughn’s little heart shivered along with the card as it was thrown, her eyes pleadingly seeking help from Kenny.
"You can’t bully my mommy!" Kenny immediately puffed out his little chest, his small voice firm and powerful as he spoke to Cyrus Hawthorne.
Cyrus Hawthorne’s slender eyes glimpsed a faint smile, then he bent down and whispered something in Kenny’s ear.
Kenny’s eyes brightened, then he nodded his little head vigorously, "That’s what you said!"
After saying those words, Kenny patted his mommy’s hand and comforted, "Mommy, be strong, okay!"
Ann Vaughn: ??? Wait?
Before she could stop him, Little Dumpling was already trotting towards the elevator with a swish.
The last savior ran off, and Ann Vaughn’s psychological shadow became imaginable.
"Crash—"
Ann Vaughn was startled back by the sound, only to see the thorny roses all being thrown into the trash can, without a trace of pity, and even carried with a hint of hostility.
She trembled as she looked up at Cyrus Hawthorne’s face, which was devoid of any emotional fluctuation. She cautiously raised her hand, "I, I can explain..."
As soon as the words fell, Cyrus Hawthorne stepped forward with his long legs to be beside her, bent down to pick her up horizontally, his voice slightly cool as it fell by her ear: "You’d better save your strength for later in bed."
Whether or not it was Ann Vaughn’s illusion, the last few words were spoken with a bit of weight, causing a shiver to run through her.
Uncle Dexter happened to come out of the dining room and was about to bring the servants to deliver the midnight snack upstairs when he saw this scene, grinning so wide that his face’s creases showed.
Seems this midnight snack will be delivered a bit late.
...
Deep into the night.
Golden liquor flowed into the glass along the round-shaped ice cube, the expensive goblet refracting a dreamy glow under the orange light.
Cyrus Hawthorne sat relaxed at the bar in the room, his cool brows slightly furrowed, his long fingers idly tapping the glass wall, making a crisp sound.
He had been sitting idly for a while, and condensation had formed on the glass in his hand.
"Mm." A small figure curled on the bed struggled to turn over, inadvertently revealing half a fragrant shoulder, along with slender arms marked by red traces.
She hazily tucked her hand back under the quilt, then tightly hugged the quilt, as if doing so could ward off some tirelessly greedy wolf.
But in doing so, she accidentally tugged at the skin that hurt faintly from being bitten, Ann Vaughn instantly opened her misty eyes.
The figure sitting by the bar came into her view.
"Quinn..."
The soft voice came from the bed, awakening Cyrus Hawthorne from his contemplation.
He lifted his eyes and looked towards Ann Vaughn, only to see she had awakened without him realizing it, those eyes soaked with water clearly weary to the extreme yet still stubbornly staring at him.
Just like earlier when her face blushed with discomfort, her teeth clenched tightly, refusing to explain who "GW" was with the same stubbornness.
Cyrus Hawthorne sighed lowly, then put down the glass in his hand. He walked over to the bed, lifted the quilt, and lay beside her, naturally enveloping her into his embrace.
"Sleep."
Defeated by her.
His embrace carried a hint of alcohol, faint and not unpleasant, making Ann Vaughn feel a drunken sensation.
Before long, she fell into a sweet slumber again.
It was a hard night for the man beside her, who never closed his eyes all night.
She slept until the next morning, her phone ringing repeatedly until it woke Ann Vaughn, sealed in the quilt.
"Hello?" Her voice was hoarse, as if she had sung a restless song all night.
"Annie, those patients allergic to the special effects drugs have come to the clinic to cause trouble. They’ve damaged some things inside the clinic. You need to get here quickly." Sherry’s anxious voice reached her ear, and Ann Vaughn immediately sat up from the bed, the sudden discomfort in her waist making her wince a bit as she got out of bed.
"I’m coming over now, send me those patients’ examination results."
With that, Ann Vaughn quickly went to freshen up and change clothes, grabbed her bag, and rushed to the Vaughn Clinic.
Thanks to timely action from the security guards, by the time Ann Vaughn arrived, those patients had already been held, and the damaged items were swept aside.
"So what are you trying to overpower us? After taking your medicine, we started having trouble breathing and broke out in hives, were rushed to the hospital, and nearly died. We can’t even ask for justice?"
"What special effects drugs, I spit on it! My son took those drugs from your clinic, his condition suddenly worsened, and he was sent for emergency treatment in the middle of the night!"
"We trusted the Vaughn Clinic, traveled a long way to buy your special effects drugs, hoping for an early recovery, not to risk our lives!"
"..."
Though the people were stopped from further vandalizing, they couldn’t be stopped from berating Vaughn Clinic.
Along with this, the patients still in the clinic were affected as well, unsure whether to leave or stay.
"Did you take any other medication or eat anything during your use of the special effects drugs? It’s very possible to have an accidental allergy. Please calm down and think it through..." Sherry tried to persuade them while simultaneously trying to get answers to her questions, but if these people were listening, they wouldn’t be causing trouble at the Vaughn Clinic daily.
"Calm? Try nearly dying in the operating room and see how calm you can be!"
"All the money we spent and time lost running in and out of hospitals these days must be compensated by your clinic!"
"Compensation is just trivial; if we file a lawsuit, they’ll be shut down eventually!"
Ann Vaughn stepped into the clinic just in time to hear those words from the patients threatening to shut down Vaughn Clinic, she walked beside Sherry without changing expression, her gaze sweeping over each of their faces.
"Annie, you’re here." Sherry saw her arrive and felt a sense of relief, like finding a pillar of strength.
"She’s the owner of Vaughn Clinic!"
Someone suddenly shouted this, and upon hearing it, the patients immediately surged towards Ann Vaughn.