Chapter 460: Chapter 460: Open Blades Are Easy to Dodge
Compared to the undercurrents in the pine forest, Villa No. 8 was a picture of calm.
In the children’s room, the computer screen emitted a faint glow, reflecting the small figure sitting at the desk clearly.
The Little Dumpling in a brown bear pajama tapped on the keyboard a few times, then dived into Eland’s internal system as if moving through an unguarded land, toured around, erased traces, and left, logging onto the news forum.
The entire forum was celebrating the resolution of the Eland mouse plague crisis, a stark contrast to the previous somber scene.
The video playing on Eland’s main city commercial building was pinned to the top of the forum, and viewers who clicked on it would see a plethora of comments below.
The Little Dumpling quickly browsed through them, suddenly flashing a sneaky smile, then switched to various domestic online media platforms, where his chubby fingers tapped away ceaselessly on the keyboard, soon uploading an emotionally charged image and text post.
Stirring up public opinion, online violence against his mommy?
He had long been eager to take action.
With the Little Dumpling secretly pulling the strings, the post quickly dominated the trending topics on major platforms, garnering over a million views.
"Is anyone still trying to clear Ann Vaughn’s name? I suspect she’s trying to use hype to reclaim her position as Hawthorne Corp.’s lady."
"She won over a hundred medical awards? Does anyone even know how old she is??"
"...Damn it, these unethical marketing accounts fooled me. I’ve been cursing Ann Vaughn for days—how could this be about my goddess Aquarelle Vaughn, sob sob sob!"
"But she clings to what’s not hers and shamelessly refuses to return it—this can’t be justified, can it? Just because her medical skills are excellent doesn’t mean her character is as well. Vaughn’s family relatives have been pushed to the brink by her..."
"Bullshit! Anyone saying such brainless stuff, please go check Eland’s latest news, will you? Vaughn’s relatives crazily buying internet bots for interviews to smear Aquarelle Vaughn during these times. Look at what Aquarelle Vaughn has been doing instead!"
"Let’s be reasonable, am I the only one who feels Harold Vaughn is acting very suspiciously? It’s like they’re using us to force Aquarelle Vaughn to hand stuff over..."
This time, without Kenny stirring the pot further, the patients who had previously been helped by Ann Vaughn, along with netizens who watched the article and bypassed the firewall to bring Eland news to the platforms, had already done the rest of the work for him.
Especially seeing the detailed records of how Ann Vaughn solved the Eland mouse plague with traditional Chinese medicine. The news forums were abuzz with an exploration of the wonders of Chinese medicine.
People in the country who remained skeptical and dismissive about Chinese medicine also gradually let go of their prejudice, no longer viewing the millennia-old cultural heritage with biased eyes.
The Little Dumpling stretched, glanced at the wall clock, and saw it was only half-past ten. He could still surprise his mommy when she returned.
"Knock knock knock."
A sudden urgent knocking came from outside the door. The Little Dumpling shut down the computer and ran to the door to open it, "Mom..."
"J.B., something’s wrong. Quick, get dressed and let’s go to the hospital with Auntie!" Bella Hawthorne stood anxiously at the door, her hand gripping the phone was sweaty.
Kenny’s little face tensed, without asking a word, he turned back to grab his coat and followed Bella Hawthorne out.
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Imperial Capital First Hospital, outside the emergency room.
Guards stood on both sides of the entrance; only the relevant medical staff and The Shadow Guard could approach.
In stark contrast to the bustling scene was the thin figure sitting on the long bench in the hallway, who had been thoroughly ignored since sitting down, as though she were invisible.
Ann Vaughn’s eyelashes fluttered, her gaze lowered to the creases she had made on her lap. She recalled asking to enter the emergency room, only to be strictly barred by the Hawthorne family, and felt a wave of helplessness in her heart.
The way they looked at her felt as if they saw her as the culprit, making her very uncomfortable.
"Miss Vaughn," Miyi Yates appeared in front of Ann Vaughn at some point and handed her a cup of hot water, speaking with concern, "Don’t blame yourself too much. Although the Family Head left the Imperial Capital for you, no one could have predicted such an event."
Before Ann Vaughn could respond, black-suited bodyguards around the emergency room turned their gaze upon her, their expressions wary and hostile.
Was it this woman who delayed Family Head’s important treatment and took him out to play?
Feeling annoyed, Ann Vaughn’s always gentle and soft face now held a touch of aggressive beauty. She lifted her eyelids, casting a calm glance at Miyi Yates without uttering a word.
Familiar with Ann Vaughn’s pampered, dramatic side with Cyrus Hawthorne, this assertive version of her surprised Miyi Yates a little.
She was undoubtedly beautiful, flawless, and strikingly exquisite. Combined with her serene, gentle demeanor when still, and lively, vibrant spirit in motion, she became all the more appealing.
No wonder the Family Head saw her differently.
Miyi Yates smiled sweetly as if nothing had happened, "I noticed your complexion doesn’t look well. Would you like some hot water to relax?"
"No..." Ann Vaughn was about to decline when she saw Harold Hawthorne approaching with others, looking unfriendly, and paused her gaze.
"How long has Cian been inside? What exactly happened?" Harold Hawthorne asked Miyi Yates urgently as he approached.
Miyi Yates smiled slightly, and skillfully replied without giving anything away, "Rest assured, the Family Head just had another bout of headaches. The doctors say it’s nothing serious."
"That’s just as well. Upon receiving the news, I contacted several renowned international doctors to take a look at Cian and provide targeted treatment." Harold Hawthorne nodded amicably, then instructed the doctors behind him, "I’d like you to help."
The doctors nodded one after another, "Rest assured."
"I don’t think that’s necessary." Ann Vaughn spoke softly to interrupt, her eyes on Harold Hawthorne as she asked, "Do you know what I do?"
How could he not know?
Since Vaughn Clinic opened, it had been famous in the Imperial Capital, especially the owner, Ann Vaughn, who was always in the spotlight, drawing more attention than a trendy celebrity—it’s hard not for people to know.
"You’re a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine?" Harold Hawthorne couldn’t figure out why Ann Vaughn suddenly asked this but maintained a mild expression.
"Since you know, yet you brought these doctors here. Does it mean you look down on my expertise or suspect we’re conspiring to hide Quinn’s condition?" Ann Vaughn also smiled, seeming quite flamboyant.
Her peripheral vision discreetly scanned the black-suited bodyguards, noticing their softened expressions, confirming her suspicions.
From the time Cyrus Hawthorne was brought to the hospital until now, it had only been an hour. How did Harold Hawthorne get the news and contact the relevant doctors so quickly?