Chapter 465: Chapter 465: I’ve Found My Brother 1
But after waiting for a long while, Eldest Master Sheridan didn’t see Ann Vaughn turn around and compromise by making another pot of porridge, so his face turned even more sour.
The porridge was soon ready, filling the entire kitchen with the overpowering aroma of medicinal porridge, making it hard to ignore.
"Get me two bowls," Ann Vaughn said naturally to Wilder as she was serving the porridge, unable to spare a hand.
Wilder grunted in dissatisfaction and went to the cupboard to get the bowls she needed.
Once all the dishes were on the table, Ann Vaughn carried out the medicinal porridge from the kitchen, placed it on the dining table, and chuckled lightly at Wilder, who was awkwardly seated across from her, "Since you don’t want any, just watch me eat."
Wilder: !!! This woman is sly!
Usually spoiled at home, Wilder rarely changed his lazy demeanor, but after filling a large bowl for himself and hesitating for two seconds, he served Ann Vaughn as well, before finally sitting down to eat.
Ann Vaughn had a smile in her eyes, indeed showcasing a childlike mindset.
The soft and sweet porridge was perfectly smooth, and being freshly made, its warmth brought great relief to a painfully sore throat.
Although the porridge contained ginger and carrots, which might have been an eyesore, Wilder surprisingly wasn’t bothered by their sweet flavor.
This particular master usually wouldn’t even glance at dishes containing ginger and carrots, so the Sheridan Family’s chef rarely used these ingredients to avoid requests to remake dishes.
If they saw this scene, they’d probably be jaw-dropped in shock.
Besides the medicinal porridge, Ann Vaughn also made some appetizers, originally worried Wilder might not have an appetite, but from his way of drinking porridge, it seemed unnecessary.
"Not bad," Wilder said reservedly, putting down his bowl and chopsticks, pretending not to notice the whirlwind of empty plates on the table. He looked at Ann Vaughn and slightly changed his tone, "Have we met somewhere before?"
The flavors in this dish... he seemed to have tasted them before.
However, Wilder couldn’t quite recall exactly where.
"Who knows," Ann Vaughn shrugged, seeing him finish, she stood up, "I’ve placed cold medicine and fever reducers on the table in your room. Make sure to take them after you wake up. I’m heading out now."
"Are you going to leave this grand... me, a sick patient, on my own?" Wilder stood up too, sounding a bit frustrated.
Ann Vaughn glanced at him, seeing his strikingly handsome and wildly untamed face now faintly showing some disappointment, she sighed from the bottom of her heart.
If he were just a bratty kid with a sharp tongue, Ann Vaughn might have had the heart to turn and walk away.
But... he is her twin brother, born on the same day, in the same month and year as her.
Perhaps it’s a unique bond between twins, Ann Vaughn admitted she was soft-hearted towards him and couldn’t be as firm-hearted as she was before.
Moreover, sick people are always particularly fragile and sensitive; she’s a bit worried about leaving him like this.
But if she doesn’t attend the appointment with Ansel Pharma, it could affect the Vaughn Clinic’s future development...
Wilder’s shoulders slumped after not receiving a response from her for a long while, looking like a forlorn big dog abandoned by its owner, furry and pitiful.
"...Go to sleep, I’ll stay here and leave when you wake up," Ann Vaughn was overwhelmed by his adorable contradiction, so she pretended to be impatient and waved her hand.
This brat shouldn’t be spoiled.
"You said it!" Hearing this, Wilder raised his chin arrogantly, threateningly saying, "If I wake up and don’t see you, hmph hmph!"
Ann Vaughn: "..." Give this guy a tail and he could probably wag it into a fan, yet his mouth refuses to admit defeat.
Once Wilder went into the bedroom to sleep, Ann Vaughn called Ansel Pharma, explained the situation apologetically, and apologized.
She originally thought the potential collaboration was blown, but surprisingly their attitude was good, showing no anger, and they arranged for another meeting.
After hanging up, Ann Vaughn let out a sigh of relief, marveled at how cooperative they were, and walked over to sit on the sofa.
Little did she know, after ending the call, the people at Ansel Pharma changed their smiling expressions, spat angrily, "Just because you’ve been trending a bit lately, you dare string us along on purpose?! Just wait, you’ll see what happens!"
...
Unaware of all this, Ann Vaughn dozed off a bit on the sofa, intermittently hearing the phone vibrate. She picked up the phone on the table and answered it, "Hello?"
After a moment of silence on the other side, Eli Sheridan’s voice came through, "I almost thought I dialed the wrong number, is Wilder next to you?"
The familiar voice cleared Ann Vaughn’s slightly foggy mind a bit. She looked at the phone and realized it wasn’t hers, feeling awkward, "He’s sleeping. I thought it was my phone, so I answered."
The silence on the other end grew deeper.
Ann Vaughn was also silent.
Did I say something wrong just now?
"Annie, you can’t break the law," Eli Sheridan lightly coughed, suppressing a chuckle in his voice as he reminded her.
No way, how could she have broken the law as a law-abiding person?
"Elliot, don’t get me wrong. That brat Wilder just finished eating and went to sleep. I just happened to run into him..." Helplessly, Ann Vaughn briefly explained, trying to prove her innocence.
"I’ll ask some friends in the precinct to keep an eye out on this matter. I’ll let you know if there’s any news. Meanwhile, take care and avoid going out alone," Eli Sheridan comforted.
Ann Vaughn nodded like a pecking chick, "Thanks, Elliot, I’ll be careful!"
"Why didn’t you call me ’bro’?" Suddenly, the room door opened and Wilder, with slightly messy hair, walked out, snatched the phone from Ann Vaughn’s hand, "Answering my calls without permission."
"Oops, sorry, I grabbed the wrong one," Ann Vaughn explained guiltily, just as her own phone suddenly rang behind her.
Both hers and Wilder’s phone ringtones were classical instrumental music, so it was easy for her to get confused.
Ann Vaughn took a few steps to the dining table, picked up the phone, and saw it was Bella Hawthorne calling.
"Sister-in-law, I’ve found out! My brother is currently recuperating at the family’s villa in the back hills. Can you come over now?" Bella Hawthorne asked excitedly.
After all the effort over these past days, it was finally paying off.
Ann Vaughn’s heart raced as she quickly replied, "Wait for me, I’ll head over right away!"
"Alright!"
As Wilder turned back after hanging up the phone to take a look at the living room, he realized Ann Vaughn had already disappeared!
"I forgot to grab her hair!"
On the other end of the phone, Eli Sheridan: ...Is it time to properly educate this brother of mine?
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