Chapter 422: Chapter 422: Cynthia Sheridan Has Issues Too
These... these people wouldn’t happen to be hitmen from some underworld, would they?!
The journalists, realizing this, quickly took several steps back. Not to mention getting close to Ann Vaughn again, they almost shrank their heads into their collars.
Afraid that these men, who looked like desperados, would remember their faces and cause trouble...
They dispersed too quickly, and Ann Vaughn stumbled without paying attention. Instinctively, she tried to grab something nearby to steady herself, but ended up grabbing a slender wrist.
"Are you alright?" A familiar, steady voice came from above and to the right of Ann Vaughn. She unconsciously looked up, her empty eyes reflecting a slightly cold face.
"Brother Shane?" Ann Vaughn was stunned for two seconds, quickly retracting her hand from his wrist and awkwardly touching the back of her ear, "Thanks."
"It’s okay as long as you’re fine." Sutton Jennings smiled faintly, inconspicuously putting his hand in his coat pocket, "This isn’t the place for conversation, let’s go back to the hospital."
Ann Vaughn glanced at the journalists five meters away that Sutton Jennings’ men had kept at bay, and she nodded.
Once inside the elevator, Sutton Jennings scanned a text message just sent by his subordinates, then spoke, "There are journalists stationed near the hospital and Vaughn Clinic. I’ve already had them dealt with, but you should be cautious yourself."
"Who did it?" Ann Vaughn pursed her red lips, a trace of doubt crossing her mind.
It shouldn’t be Hailey Vaughn. She and her husband are embroiled in lawsuits over fake accounting at their previous company, with no energy left to bribe journalists to target her.
Cynthia Sheridan is still in prison, so that’s impossible.
Then who could it be...
Sutton Jennings turned around, his eyes containing complex emotions that Ann Vaughn couldn’t understand, "It’s Laura Quinn."
"It’s her?!" Hearing this name from Sutton Jennings left Ann Vaughn somewhat unexpectedly surprised.
Perhaps Laura Quinn had been too quiet lately, causing no trouble, making Ann Vaughn almost forget about her.
Who knew, she wasn’t causing small trouble, but when she did, it was something big!
Before the news was blocked, the internet was abuzz with discussions about her parentage. Some believed she was Howard Vaughn’s illegitimate daughter, pitying the "deceased" Cynthia Vaughn. Others believed she was the jinx mentioned by Hailey Vaughn, causing the Vaughn Family’s downfall and the disappearance of Mr. and Mrs. Vaughn.
Moreover, some even spouted nonsense that Ann Vaughn knew she wasn’t the Vaughn daughter for a long time, meticulously plotting to take down the Vaughn Family, enduring humiliation all along.
It’s insulting to one’s intelligence to even consider such tales.
If Ann Vaughn truly harbored such heartless intent, she wouldn’t have let the Vaughn Family oppress her for so many years, only to realize the truth moments before dying.
"Yes, even your aunt... The reason Hailey Vaughn accepted media interviews and said those things in the video was because of Laura Quinn’s instigation." Sutton Jennings lifted his palm, initially intending to rub her head as usual for comfort.
In the end, he put it back in his pocket, clenching slightly.
"So don’t take those words online seriously."
"Those are true." Ann Vaughn took a deep breath, pretending to be nonchalant while watching Sutton Jennings’s astonished face, "It’s true that I’m not the Vaughn’s biological daughter."
This surprised Sutton Jennings because he was aware of the paternity test Ann Vaughn had done years ago to resolve her doubts.
Therefore, he never doubted her identity as the Vaughn daughter.
Seeing his doubt, Ann Vaughn explained, "The paternity test back then might have been a mistake by the hospital. For some reasons, I asked Cyrus Hawthorne to help redo the test with Mr. and Mrs. Vaughn."
The results turned out completely different from before.
"Did you check the DNA of Cynthia Sheridan and Mr. and Mrs. Vaughn?"
"Huh? No, only mine and theirs." Ann Vaughn was momentarily stunned before responding, "You aren’t suspecting... Cynthia Sheridan’s parentage is also in question, are you?"
Indeed, the notion of Cynthia Vaughn being the long-lost daughter of the Sheridan Family was quite unexpected.
The matter of Ann Vaughn not being the Vaughn daughter had traces long ago, and Jade Shepherd and Howard Vaughn’s attitudes suggested many issues.
It’s relatively normal for her not to be the Vaughn daughter, but rather adopted or found.
But Cynthia Sheridan not being their biological child, yet being treated as precious and loved like an apple of their eye, was too unusual.
After all, there’s no one in this world, apart from biological relatives, who would treat you so well with no expectation in return.
"Checking would be safer." Sutton Jennings didn’t say much but hinted, believing her intelligence had already sensed it.
Ann Vaughn nodded seriously. At that moment, the elevator stopped at the ward floor. As the doors opened, she saw Little Dumpling standing there anxiously with bare feet, giving her a surprise.
"Kenny!" Ann Vaughn ran out of the elevator, picking up the Little Dumpling, covering his small icy feet with her hands, "Why did you run out without shoes? You’re not completely over your cold yet!"
Kenny shook his head, his chubby hands cupping Ann Vaughn’s face, earnestly checking her. Seeing her like when she left the ward, apart from slightly messy hair, he relaxed.
Seeing Kenny’s anxious expression, Ann Vaughn knew he was aware of what happened downstairs at the hospital. Her heart was both angry and warmed, rendered speechless with reproach.
The little treasure she pampered, of course, needed continuous affection.
At this moment, Uncle Dexter jogged over, carrying Kenny’s little shoes, "Young Master, you must take care of yourself!"
Ann Vaughn then glanced at Kenny, "You."
Little Dumpling immediately hugged Ann Vaughn’s neck, rubbing her cheek coquettishly.
Making Ann Vaughn utterly lose her temper, she turned to Sutton Jennings, "Brother Shane, thank you for today. I’ll treat you to dinner another time."
"I’ll be looking forward to it then." Sutton Jennings smiled lightly, waving at Kenny, "See you next time, Kenny."
Kenny, unable to speak, could only look at Sutton Jennings with his big, blinking eyes while waving his tiny hand.
Sutton Jennings smiled again, then pressed the button for the first-floor level.
As the elevator doors closed, the smile in Sutton Jennings’s eyes gradually faded.
He lowered his head, looking at the wrist peeking out from his light gray sweater, a subtle dimple forming at his lips, as if it would vanish with just a touch.
"What to do."
"Just said goodbye, and I’m already anticipating our next meeting."
But in the end, these words were just swallowed back, with none daring to be exposed to her without reservation.