Chapter 468: Chapter 468: Awakening
But from Ann Vaughn’s slight pulse check, she could almost perfectly describe his true condition, even clearer than he himself understood.
It’s difficult for the guards not to admire her.
Who said this young lady was like a parasitic vine, only clinging to men without personality?
Clearly, the Family Head has a discerning eye for talent!
And at this moment, a group of people standing outside the forbidden room overheard all the conversations inside: "..."
Did their ears fail them, or has the world gone mad?
When Ann Vaughn was put inside, who was the fool that said she needed to pay for the Family Head’s alleged murder?
Even though Dr. Kane didn’t find any signs of the Family Head’s health deterioration, brothers, have you forgotten whose side you’re on??
"Ahem." Miya Yates coughed, interrupting the conversation inside, then walked in. Upon seeing Ann Vaughn surrounded by a few small heaters, a pile of snacks on the table, and a hot water bottle in her arms, she was nearly speechless.
Did she think she was here for a picnic?
"Miss Miya." The guards stood up and greeted her upon her entrance.
Miya Yates nodded courteously, composed her facial expression, then addressed Ann Vaughn, "Miss Vaughn, sorry for the inconvenience. We have confirmed your innocence; you are free to go."
"But..." Ann Vaughn already knew she wouldn’t be held for long, but she hesitated, furrowing her brows at the pile of snacks on the table, "I haven’t finished my things yet."
These were all brought out by the guards from behind what seemed like a terrifying wall to keep her entertained and replenish her strength.
To be fair, they tasted pretty good.
Miya Yates: "..."
"Take them with you, take them all!" The guards in the forbidden room quickly packed them up for Ann Vaughn, seeing her fondness for the snacks, "If it’s not enough, we still have more. Eat them and come back next time!"
The people behind Miya Yates thought: ...Are they out of their minds? This is a forbidden room, not a grocery store!
Later, naturally, Ann Vaughn left the forbidden room with a bag of snacks, escorted by the guards.
"Miss Vaughn, the person picking you up is right in front, I won’t accompany you." As Miya Yates turned, she discreetly glanced at Ann Vaughn and chuckled lightly, "You are indeed, as the Family Head said, quite interesting."
With that, she departed gracefully.
Ann Vaughn still had a sour plum candy in her mouth, her misty eyes glanced at Miya’s elegant silhouette, feeling the sourness in her heart surpassing that of the candy.
Did Cyrus Hawthorne discuss her in private?
Moreover, her words "quite interesting" sounded to Ann Vaughn as if she were being described... like a pet.
Heh.
Letting out a faint laugh, Ann Vaughn carried her ’spoils of war’ toward the car ahead. The car door was open, revealing who was sitting in the back seat.
"Annie, you’re out, weren’t bullied, were you?" Laura Quinn’s well-maintained face bore a smile, surprisingly friendly compared to what Ann Vaughn knew of her.
Remembering Laura’s apology in the hospital last time and not being verbally abusive as before, Ann Vaughn hesitated briefly but still got into the car.
It was clear Laura Quinn wanted her forgiveness, but since Ann hadn’t softened her attitude, she wasn’t overly eager.
If she was too eager, Ann Vaughn would be suspicious of any ulterior motives.
Just hope, she’s genuinely changing.
"You probably didn’t rest well last night? It’ll be a while before we reach home, you can sleep for a bit, we’ll wake you when we’re there."
Despite Laura Quinn’s gentle kindness, Ann Vaughn still found it hard to adapt, simply nodding but not sleeping.
However, perhaps due to Laura’s words, combined with Ann Vaughn’s lack of sleep the previous night, her eyelids gradually grew heavy, and her vision blurred...
...
Back mountain villa.
Thick curtains blocked the outside light that was not bright but rather cold, making the interior a bit dim.
Around the bed, about ten doctors in white coats were gathered, led by Dr. Kane, conducting an examination for the man who just regained consciousness.
"Heart rate normal, blood pressure normal... Dr. Kane, the residual toxins in the Family Head’s body seem to have diminished."
"What’s happening?"
"No idea, it seems they suddenly diminished."
Dr. Kane raised his brow in surprise, almost as if saying "Are you kidding me?"
If the residual toxins could diminish easily, they wouldn’t have been vexing for so long.
"That’s enough." The man leaned against the headboard, his demeanor icy yet sharp, spoke calmly, ending their discussion, "You can all leave now."
With the examination concluded, the doctors softened their voices and left the room.
"Family Head, forgive my intrusion, but your condition has shown signs of nearing the end. If you don’t take care..." Dr. Kane pondered a bit before deciding to speak frankly.
"Hmm." The man responded coldly whether it was agreement or mere perfunctory.
Dr. Kane found himself out of options, just like any other doctor dealing with an uncooperative patient, there’s nothing he can do.
He could only take his leave from the room.
Cyrus Hawthorne raised his hand to press against his aching brow, recalling Ann Vaughn’s panicked little face just before he lost consciousness, his brows tightly knitted.
How to explain to the little one.
Knock knock knock.
Just then, the rhythmic sound of knocking echoed.
"Enter." Cyrus Hawthorne’s icy voice fell with a single word, eyes unmoved as he glanced at the phone, which was shutting down automatically, found no reason and placed it aside again.
"Family Head." Miya Yates walked in gracefully from outside the door, carrying a tray in hand, her voice soft, "You haven’t eaten for days, the stomach must be empty. I prepared some light porridge dishes for you."
Although labeled light porridge dishes, the tray, despite being mostly light foods, looked exceptionally exquisite and smelled enticing, worthy of a star-level restaurant’s standard.
"Where is Annie?" Cyrus Hawthorne asked sternly.
Miya Yates put the tray down, answering appropriately, "Miss Vaughn should be at home or busy at Vaughn Clinic; recently Vaughn Clinic’s reputation has soared, so she’s likely very busy."
Cyrus Hawthorne’s sharp brows barely furrowed, "How are Harold Vaughn and Hailey Vaughn’s situations?"
"Rest assured, everything is according to your instructions. Harold Vaughn’s son has a gambling addiction, owes millions in loan sharks, probably spending his life fleeing and hiding. As for Hailey Vaughn, she’s working as a dishwasher in a small eatery." Miya Yates reported truthfully.
Striking at the snake’s weak point.
Harold Vaughn craved money most, so Cyrus Hawthorne allowed them to spend the rest of their lives around it.
Hailey Vaughn, using her husband’s wealth arrogantly and unscrupulously, would now never be able to lift her head again.
Upon hearing this, Cyrus Hawthorne’s long dark eyes lifted slightly, his voice deep, "Has Annie come to find me?"