Chapter 452: Chapter 452: I Can’t Act Spoiled Like This Kid
"Mrs. Hawthorne, I hope you’ve truly realized your mistake and changed. But for now, I still can’t forgive you." Ann Vaughn calmly said these words and then left the ward directly.
Laura Quinn turned her pleading eyes to Cyrus Hawthorne, "Cian, Mom really knows she was wrong and has repented. She’ll never make the same mistake again. Please, believe in Mom."
"If you truly repent, in time, Annie will see it." Cyrus leaned forward with an indifferent expression and helped Laura Quinn tuck in the quilt, then said, "Take care and rest well."
After speaking, he turned and left.
...
Ann Vaughn hadn’t told Kenny about her return home in advance, intending to surprise him. She even specially bought his favorite cake before returning to number 8.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she walked in, Ann Vaughn saw Miyi Yates sitting on the sofa in the living room, speaking softly to Kenny.
"You’re amazing! Even I can’t solve this advanced Rubik’s Cube. Did you learn it by yourself? I’m really surprised." Her eyes were filled with admiration and praise.
"Mm." The Little Dumpling’s delicate face didn’t show much expression, maintaining a cool demeanor, wholly focused on playing with the Rubik’s Cube.
Miyi Yates didn’t mind at all. On the contrary, she liked his attitude very much and took out a gift bag from beside her feet, "This is a gift I specially bought for you. Do you like it?"
The Little Dumpling finally lifted his head, his eyes as beautiful as agate glanced at Miyi Yates, and he asked, "Auntie, are you a human trafficker?"
Miyi Yates’s smile froze.
Pfft!
Ann Vaughn couldn’t help but laugh at the Little Dumpling’s remark. Hearing the sound, the Little Dumpling turned around, tossed aside his favorite Rubik’s Cube, jumped off the sofa, and ran towards Ann Vaughn with small steps.
"Mommy!" The Little Dumpling darted over like a baby swallow returning to its nest and hugged Ann Vaughn’s leg, his eyes sparkling and slightly wet, "Kenny thought you didn’t want him anymore!"
Ann Vaughn’s smile instantly faded. She picked up the Little Dumpling and gently rubbed his small cheek, "How could that be? Mommy will never not want Kenny."
This time she was away for quite a while, and besides Uncle Dexter, there was no one familiar to Kenny in number 8. He would be scared, and Ann should have thought about this earlier.
But she actually...
Just thinking about it made Ann Vaughn feel so guilty that she could barely breathe.
"So Kenny has been taking his medicine, eating well, sleeping well, not doing any strenuous activities, and hasn’t eaten hot pot... um!" Halfway through speaking, the Little Dumpling quickly covered his own mouth, his big eyes darting around looking at Ann Vaughn.
The guilt that had just risen in Ann Vaughn was immediately dispelled by the Little Dumpling. She pinched his little cheek playfully, "You actually snuck and ate hot pot behind my back! Did you forget that you can’t eat such spicy food?"
If Kenny’s health permitted, how could Ann not fulfill his little wishes?
Back when Kenny was first diagnosed with leukemia, it was because he ate spicy hot pot and ended up coughing so much that his little face and neck were all red.
Later, the hospital examination detected the disease...
"It was just clear broth, Kenny was just satisfying a craving because he missed Mommy so much." The Little Dumpling pouted adorably in Ann Vaughn’s arms, pleading softly.
Ann Vaughn almost couldn’t hold back her laughter, then noticed her arms lighten. She looked up and saw Cyrus Hawthorne walking into the living room at some point, directly picking up Kenny from her embrace.
The large and small pair of eyes met, immediately sparking intense hostile sparks.
"You missed the appointment, dear son." Cyrus’s thin lips curved up as he rubbed the Little Dumpling’s head, speaking with a tone of threat.
"Same to you, dear Dad." The Little Dumpling smirked, pinching Cyrus’s arm with his chubby little hands.
...Ow, that hurt!
Realizing he had pinched an iron-like arm, Kenny immediately pulled back his hand, his eyes welling up with tears as he looked at Ann Vaughn, "Mommy, Kenny hasn’t seen Mommy for so long, he even dreams about Mommy at night."
Ann Vaughn had no time to ask what secret code they were exchanging and quickly promised Kenny, "Mommy will sleep with Kenny tonight and tell him stories, okay?"
The Little Dumpling’s face lit up with joy, but before he could speak, Cyrus Hawthorne’s deep, cold voice cut in, "Annie, what about me?"
"Huh?" Ann Vaughn blinked in confusion, hesitatingly saying, "Why does it matter if you sleep by yourself?"
He’s not a little baby like Kenny. Does he need her to keep him company while he sleeps?
"What, because I don’t know how to act spoiled like this little guy, you’re going to ignore me?" Cyrus’s narrow eyes gave Ann Vaughn a chilly look, and his thin lips slightly pursed.
"Pfft! Shame on you!" Before Ann Vaughn could answer, Kenny immediately retorted indignantly, "One day apart feels like three years, Kenny hasn’t seen Mommy for decades!"
Cyrus’s expression became even colder, and it looked like he was about to toss the Little Dumpling out.
The next second, both father and son turned their eyes to Ann Vaughn, "Annie/Mommy, who do you choose?"
Ann Vaughn: ... I choose to die right here.
At this moment, Miyi Yates, who had been sitting on the sofa neglected for a long time, stood up with a charming smile, "Family Head, your family’s love is really touching. There are still parts left out from the previous matter; I’d like to report them to you."
In fact, their schedule wasn’t supposed to end so soon. It would take at least another ten days to half a month.
However, last night the Family Head suddenly gave the order to return home and even took that...
"Uncle Dexter, take her to the study," Cyrus instructed in a deep voice.
Uncle Dexter walked over, "Miss Yates, please follow me."
"Actually, there’s no need to lead the way. I won’t get lost anyway." Miya smiled and then followed Uncle Dexter out.
What she said about not needing direction and not getting lost...
Does it mean she’s been here before?
Picking up on the implication in Miyi Yates’s words, Ann Vaughn’s fine brows knitted together, and that strange feeling in her heart surged up again.
Was it her imagination?
A moment later, Cyrus went to the study, and Ann Vaughn led Kenny to the glass conservatory to check on the Bone-removing Vine.
The flower buds on the vine had already bloomed, and some had even grown small, green fruits.
"Mommy, Kenny comes here every day to water and fertilize it!" The Little Dumpling puffed out his little chest, looking very proud.
"Sweetheart, you’re the best! Thanks to you taking care of the Bone-removing Vine, it’s grown so well!" Ann Vaughn praised unreservedly, reaching out to ruffle his hair.
The Little Dumpling beamed with pride and made a note to give this plant extra care in the future!
"By the way, Mommy, that aunt just now... you should be careful of her."