Chapter 398: Chapter 398: Amulet, Return It to Me
"Oh? Is this your own idea, or is it Elliot’s as well?" Stanley Sheridan slowly sipped his tea, "The child is too young to understand now, but when he grows up, how will you explain to him the absence of a father and other relatives?"
"Our Sheridan Family has always valued bloodline inheritance. Naturally, it’s best for our own children to be raised by us, and we have the capability to create a bright future for this child. You should understand your uncle’s point."
Understand?
Ann Vaughn certainly understood what he meant.
But precisely because she understood, she found it absurd and nonsensical.
She chuckled lightly, anger flickering in her eyes, "Did Chairman Sheridan ask my son’s father before saying all this?"
"Elliot is..."
"I’m not referring to Eli Sheridan." Ann Vaughn’s smile was a bit cold, "I mean the current head of the Hawthorne Family, Cyrus Hawthorne."
After speaking, she didn’t look at the startled and ugly expressions on Stanley Sheridan and Ethan Chaney’s faces, and she stood up, "Before Chairman Sheridan continues to act as he pleases, he should better check the facts first to avoid another embarrassing mistake like today."
Having weathered countless storms, Stanley Sheridan was not stung by Ann Vaughn’s words but still frowned.
"Even if you don’t want to hand the child over to the Sheridan Family, there’s no need to tell such a colossal lie. Besides, if you agree to leave the child and never appear before the Sheridan Family again, that dowry list will be your rightful reward."
"Chairman Sheridan is truly generous, worthy of admiration," Ann Vaughn said, though her eyes showed no such sentiment, "It’s a pity I don’t care for it. My son has nothing to do with the Sheridan Family and is not interested in anything about them."
Indeed, the Sheridan Family is wealthy and powerful, but what’s that to her?
Cyrus Hawthorne wanting to take Kenny from her can be understood, as Kenny is his son, but why is the Sheridan Family meddling?
It indeed proves that saying, rumors can be deadly.
"Ignorant," Stanley Sheridan’s face turned gloomy, "I truly don’t know what your parents taught such a scheming, shameless daughter."
Ha.
Ann Vaughn smirked, not wanting to waste another word on him, turned, and left.
After Ann Vaughn left, Ethan Chaney looked at Stanley Sheridan’s slightly unpleasant face and considered his words, "Chairman, did you notice something?"
Stanley Sheridan glanced at him.
"This Miss Vaughn... is very much like the late Madame..." Ethan Chaney couldn’t hold back his guess any longer, "Do you think it’s possible that Miss Cynthia is not..."
"Shut up!"
Before Ethan Chaney could finish, he was sharply interrupted by Stanley Sheridan, "My daughter can only be Cynthia; she will never be this greedy, shameless woman. I hope you remember that in the future."
"Yes, yes! I remember!" Ethan Chaney’s face turned pale as he quickly lowered his head to agree.
He truly shouldn’t have said that.
The Chairman adored Miss Cynthia so much, yet had such a poor impression of Miss Vaughn. Whoever the real heiress is, it seems not to be the most important issue...
What he didn’t notice was that after Stanley Sheridan finished speaking, a corner of a skirt flickered across the screen outside the living room...
...
In the attic.
When Ann Vaughn arrived, it was unlucky timing, as Old Mrs. Sheridan was just resting. She went in to check her pulse and examine her recovery from an eye condition before advising Uncle Vance on a few matters and then took her leave.
Just after she left, Old Mrs. Sheridan woke up groggily and thought of the face she had just seen. She asked Uncle Vance, "Was it Sweetie who came? I think I just saw Sweetie..."
Uncle Vance hurried to comfort her, "Old Madam, it wasn’t. It was Dr. Vaughn who came to check your pulse, not the Third Young Lady."
The Third Young Lady was currently in prison, and everyone kept this from the Old Madam, fearing how upset she would be if she found out.
Although the Old Madam usually treated the Third Young Lady kindly, her attitude wasn’t particularly warm or close.
Why the sudden longing now?
"Oh, it was Annie. She’s been so thoughtful." Old Mrs. Sheridan nodded and lay back down with a smile, "Indeed, when people grow old, it’s easy to see those who have passed... Paige Sherman has long been gone..."
Uncle Vance nodded, "Luckily, we’ve now found the Third Young Lady. You can finally ease one of your burdens and also live up to Madame Sherman."
"She..." Old Mrs. Sheridan shook her head and said nothing more.
Oblivious to all of this, Ann Vaughn sat in a car back to the hotel, feeling a bit uneasy.
Strange, wasn’t that inconspicuous silver-black Chevrolet following the car she was in all this time?
Just as Ann Vaughn was about to ask the driver to take a detour to confirm whether there was something wrong with that car, suddenly, the Chevrolet sped up and overtook the car she was in.
Then, less than two meters in front of them, it sharply spun and stopped horizontally!
"Screech—" The driver promptly slammed on the brakes, cursing, "Damn it, are they crazy?!"
Ann Vaughn was also startled and hit the seat in front due to braking inertia, causing her to frown in pain.
At this moment, the door of the Chevrolet opened, and a slim figure stepped out, in lightweight clothing, indifferent to the cold, walking towards Ann Vaughn.
Squeak.
Ann Vaughn watched as the person opened her car door, and a hoarse voice sounded, "Get out of the car."
Such a familiar voice...
Ann Vaughn looked up at the person and was suddenly stunned. Elias Hawthorne?
She didn’t move, and Elias Hawthorne maintained his posture, his light blue eyes fixed on her with silent persistence.
With no choice, Ann Vaughn had to pick up her bag and get out of the cab, "You’re looking for me? What’s the matter?"
"Give me back my thing." Elias Hawthorne reached out his hand, his face expressionless.
"Huh?" Ann Vaughn looked at him puzzled, "You must have mistaken me for someone else. I haven’t taken anything from you."
Elias Hawthorne continued to stare at her, a slight shadow under his eyes gave him a somewhat eerie look, "Amulet, give it back."
What amulet?
Ann Vaughn’s eyes turned blank for a second before she dug out from her memory what Elias Hawthorne was talking about.
The last time she was in Marinia, at Hawthorne Corp’s branch, she did indeed find Elias Hawthorne’s amulet, but...
"If you’re talking about the amulet embroidered with your name, I guessed when I found it that you’d look for it when you realized it was missing, so I left it in the most conspicuous place in the screening room, didn’t you see it?"
"No."
"What?"
"No."
"..." Ann Vaughn twitched her lips. Did he mean that he didn’t find the amulet in the screening room?