Chapter 143: Chapter 143: This Girl Is Quite Interesting
"Last time our car escaped danger, thanks to this lady. You must not be rude."
"Yes, Seventh Master." The bodyguards responded, retreating, but their gaze towards Ann Vaughn still filled with caution.
Upon hearing this, Ann Vaughn immediately recalled the bus stop incident she had almost forgotten, at the time assessing these people as not to be trifled with.
Yet strangely, Ann Vaughn wasn’t afraid of the seemingly gentle, but not-so-kind man in traditional Chinese attire before her.
"Earlier, I didn’t have the chance to thank you properly. As a token of gratitude, you may ask for anything, and I will do my utmost to assist you." The man in traditional clothes said again.
"Just a small effort, I don’t need a gift of gratitude, moreover, my original intention wasn’t because of you." Ann Vaughn shook her head, noticing the man in traditional clothes couldn’t see her, she couldn’t help touching her nose.
The man’s face flickered with a hint of surprise, he paused, then suddenly reached out and touched Ann Vaughn’s cheek.
Ann Vaughn was stunned for a second, immediately dodging aside, she ran forward without a second thought, fleeing the place.
Unexpectedly, this gentleman turned out to be a hidden pervert who casually touches girls’ faces?!
The bodyguard looked toward the direction Ann Vaughn ran off to, probingly asked the bowed man in traditional clothes, "Seventh Master, should I..."
"No need." The man in traditional attire twisted the Buddha Beads in his hand, warmly said, "This girl is quite interesting."
There’s a kind of... an innate resonance, a familiar feeling as if the blood in his bones was echoing.
It made him impulsively want to know her appearance.
Quite interesting?
The three bodyguards looked at each other, if they remembered correctly.
The last person the Seventh Master praised like this ended up as a pile of bones long ago.
The elevator door opened, the man in traditional clothes entered, his gentle voice suddenly cooled, "How’s the person who kidnapped No. 8?"
"Rest assured, Seventh Master, everything has been cleaned up according to your instructions."
As the voice fell, the elevator door closed as well.
Outside the ward, Ann Vaughn saw the man in traditional clothes didn’t chase after her, only then did she calmly head to the ward guarded by two black-clad bodyguards.
Ann Vaughn paused, glanced at the ward number, confirmed it was the correct one, then walked in.
The two black-clad bodyguards didn’t stop her, allowing her to enter.
As soon as she stepped in, Ann Vaughn heard the boy on the phone with someone, entirely different from his previous arrogant and volatile appearance, now as obedient as a little puppy.
No longer in such a disheveled and filthy state, cleaned up, looking neat and handsome, full of youthful vigor.
"...No matter whether that so-called sister of mine is found or not, in my heart, you’re my only sister, truly!"
"I don’t care about any blood ties, I only know that the one who grew up with me, played with me, and taught me is you, none of those other women mean anything!"
"I’m doing fine, no limbs missing, so rest assured, big brother just visited me, tomorrow I’ll return with him."
"Big brother didn’t seem to find any clues either, don’t worry, as long as I’m here, even if that woman comes back, I won’t let her bully you!"
After hanging up, Wilder Sheridan turned and saw Ann Vaughn standing at the doorway, his obedient smile still not withdrawn.
He was momentarily awkward, unsure of what to say.
He knew his escape was due to this woman before him, but he couldn’t bring himself to say thank you.
"How’s your health? Have you eaten?" Ann Vaughn didn’t mind his sudden change of expression, walked over and placed a thermos box on the table, casually asked a question.
"Thanks to you, I’m doing very well!"
Originally intended to say "Thanks to you, I’m doing great," but the words twisted as they came out.
Wilder Sheridan wished he could smack himself, his handsome face flushed red, his already somewhat fierce look seeming even more intimidating.
...Clearly just a teenager, where did he get such a temper?
Ann Vaughn laughed in exasperation, reaching out to vigorously rub Wilder Sheridan’s head, "You’re quite arrogant, kid, what do you mean thanks to me!"
"Don’t mess up my hair!" Wilder Sheridan yelped and dodged her hand, glaring at her with a look of frustration, "Head can be chopped, blood can flow, but hair must not be messed up, you know that?"
In the past, Wilder Sheridan would’ve kicked anyone who touched him without permission straight into the ICU, but this time...
Strangely, he didn’t harbor any aversion towards this woman.
Seeing him exasperated and furious was oddly amusing for Ann Vaughn, yet she recalled his desolate, hopeless state in the wooden hut, her heart inexplicably tugged.
"Don’t move, let me check." Ann Vaughn disregarded Wilder Sheridan’s resistance, stepped forward and held his wrist, inspecting carefully.
But upon looking, her gaze turned cold.
Orion Hawthorne really was despicable, using a child as a test subject?!
No wonder she saw so many needle marks on Wilder Sheridan, if it weren’t for his good health, he’d not be standing here now, but lying paralyzed!
"You’re not a doctor, no need for you to check." Wilder Sheridan glanced at her, withdrew his hand, uncomfortably rubbed the nape of his neck, "My brother’s already arranged for the hospital overseas, leaving the day after tomorrow."
Of course, before that, those who mistreated and tortured him like an animal, he would not let any of them go!
Thinking of those dark, filthy days, Wilder Sheridan’s eyes, slightly tilted upwards, sank down, his gaze chilling enough to scare.
Yet towards Ann Vaughn, who pulled him out of such mire, Wilder Sheridan spoke rather kindly.
"The painkiller you gave me that day worked well, if you have any wish, feel free to speak up, this young master here will fulfill it for you!"
"..." Ann Vaughn’s lips twitched.
How refreshing, she had just heard such similar words from another person less than ten minutes ago.
Ultimately, she had little relation with this young man, now that his family had arranged the hospital, she’d be overstepping by interfering further.
Just then, Susie Sommers’ call came, Ann Vaughn didn’t linger, and left.
Once she left, Wilder Sheridan picked up the thermos box on the table and opened it, three dishes and a soup, home-cooked dishes, far inferior to the delicacies he usually ate.
How could it taste good?
Wilder Sheridan snorted disdainfully, thinking he’d honorably eat a bite for that woman’s help.
...It smelled quite good!
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Ann Vaughn walked to the window and answered the phone, Susie Sommers’ anxious voice immediately came through.
"Hey girl, you’ve been dodging calls these days, almost driving me crazy, do you know that? Don’t worry about the online mess, it’s all settled now, just don’t foolishly dwell on it, you hear me?"