Chapter 381: Chapter 381: Who Says I Want to Remarry?
Otherwise, after they met again, Ann Vaughn would not be so sure they were divorced, and try hard to sever ties with him.
That is to say, Kenny knew his identity long ago, for example... when they first met on the Isle of Flora.
Kenny nodded, his cute little face showing a bit of slyness, "I’ve known for a long time, but Mommy always thought you guys were already divorced, so you’d better be careful."
Seeing Cyrus Hawthorne frowning in confusion, Kenny lowered his eyes and explained softly, "Mommy has always cared deeply about the matter of substituting brides, and couldn’t let it go."
"To Mommy, marriage should be a blessing and testimony shared by two people who love each other. But when Mommy married you, it was all about benefits and costs, there wasn’t even a wedding ring."
Speaking of wedding rings...
Cyrus Hawthorne’s long fingers, casually placed on the armrest, tightened a bit, and a flash of annoyance flickered in his eyes.
The wedding ring on Ann Vaughn’s hand was personally taken off by him and thrown into the trash can.
"So you understand what I’m saying, right?" Kenny tilted his little head, a mischievous smile on his face, "Not getting divorced isn’t necessarily a good thing."
The Archfiend wants to win over his mommy, but it’s not that easy.
"Before Mommy fully accepts you, I won’t admit you’re my daddy either." After saying that, Little Dumpling jumped off the sofa and ran off with his short little legs.
Cyrus Hawthorne was left alone, bowing his head on the side of the sofa, lost in deep thought, unable to regain his senses for a long time.
Kenny’s words did remind him.
The matter of substituting brides back then was probably a thorn in Ann Vaughn’s heart, making those six months at the Hawthorne Family seem full of grievances, losing far more than she gained.
If the thorn cannot be removed from the root, even if she knew they weren’t actually divorced, she probably wouldn’t be happy.
Therefore, this issue needs careful planning.
...
After showing Susie Sommers around the villa, Ann Vaughn took her to the rooftop garden, and had some afternoon tea brought over.
"If I wasn’t afraid your husband would kill me, I’d want to move in with you." Susie spun around the glass railing, then returned to sit in the swinging chair, "The decoration is too warm and exquisite, which designer did you hire? I’ll have to get them to design my wedding house in the future!"
"Cyrus Hawthorne." Ann Vaughn placed the teapot down and leisurely replied while holding her teacup.
"Pff——"
The red tea Susie had just drunk sprayed out, fortunately Ann Vaughn dodged quickly enough not to be caught by it, she gave her a disdainful glare, "Susie, your image!"
"Image be damned!" Susie coughed a few times to regain herself, "Are you sure? The whole villa was designed by Cyrus Hawthorne? If I remember correctly, he’s the CEO of Hawthorne Corp., not a designer, right?"
Not just Susie, even Ann Vaughn was surprised when she first learned everything here was designed by Cyrus Hawthorne himself.
Because he didn’t look like someone who would personally get involved in such trivial matters.
Whenever someone mentions the name "Cyrus Hawthorne," the first thought is his king-like image in business, strategic and decisive, so noble that he seems unattainable.
But now he seems like a deity fallen into the human world, so meticulous that Ann Vaughn becomes a bit lost.
"Annie, snap out of it." Susie waved her hand in front of Ann Vaughn, teasing her about looking absent-minded, "Thinking about your husband?"
Since learning the truth four years ago from Ann Vaughn, Susie no longer harbors as much resentment towards Cyrus Hawthorne.
And with Ann Vaughn having loved him for so many years, seeing her wishes fulfilled, Susie is happy for her.
"No." Ann Vaughn frowned lightly, her red lips pursed, looking a bit annoyed at Susie, "We divorced long ago, and what he said about not divorcing was all a lie."
"What’s this?" Susie replied indifferently, "You can always remarry after a divorce, can’t you?"
"Who says I want to remarry?" Ann Vaughn became even more upset, "Every time I think of the word marriage, I remember the past."
The kneeling parents, the false shares used to threaten her into the substitute marriage, Laura Quinn’s scornful face, and Cyrus Hawthorne’s cold gaze.
Thinking about that marriage, these vivid images leave her faintly apprehensive.
It’s not the divorce she cares about, but why Cyrus Hawthorne deceived her, if he’s like Laura Quinn, doing it for the sake of the child, pretending with her?
No, it shouldn’t be. If he truly wants custody of Kenny, he could have taken it by force, there’s no need for this...
"Forget it, let’s not talk about this. You came today with something in mind, right? Your little uncle actually let you out." Ann Vaughn chuckled lightly.
Susie’s face flashed a hint of self-mockery, which quickly vanished, she pulled out her phone to show Ann Vaughn, "Just this noon, Cynthia Sheridan was interviewed at the hospital but then taken away by the police, and The Snowbell Clinic was also closed."
"I heard the Sheridan Family mobilized lots of resources but couldn’t get Cynthia Sheridan out of the police jail. She’s done this time, karma served late."
Hearing Cynthia Sheridan had landed in police custody, Ann Vaughn couldn’t help but be disbelieving.
With the Sheridan Family’s capability, even if Cynthia Sheridan couldn’t stay in The Imperial Capital, she could always return to Marinia and continue her life unscathed.
For her to be jailed, and the Sheridan Family powerless, was something Ann Vaughn never imagined.
Originally filled with angry accusations against Vaughn Clinic’s questionable ethics and Ann Vaughn’s poor character, those reports were all thoroughly withdrawn, leaving no trace.
Only the scenes of Cynthia Sheridan’s arrest and The Snowbell Clinic’s closure remain prominently displayed, leaving viewers sighing.
Before framing her, Cynthia Sheridan likely never foresaw this downfall for herself.
It’s truly satisfying, let’s admit.
"Also, there’s this." After setting down the tablet, Susie pulled up a box from beneath the table, "This got sent to your Azure Gardens Apartment, Sherry told me you moved here, so I brought it along for you."
Seeing it’s an international package, Ann Vaughn almost instantly knew who sent it.
Only Eli Sheridan, who knows where she lives and is abroad, could’ve sent her this.
Opening it, she saw the box full of medicinal herbs, along with a note.
[During inspection, I inadvertently found many unfamiliar medicinal herbs, thought you might find them useful. Also, will return to the country soon, see you then. — Eli Sheridan]