Chapter 325: Chapter 325: Shameless Woman!
"No way?" Ann Vaughn was taken aback. When was the door lock changed, and how could she not know?
"It was Kenny who had it changed. Although the password is the same as before, the security level is much higher now."
For this, Master Kenny even paid the arduous reward of two weapon blueprints to the Ace of Spades.
But as long as it can prevent The Archfiend from getting close to his mommy, that bit of cost is insignificant!
Unaware of Little Dumpling’s intentions, Ann Vaughn actually agreed, recalling how Cyrus Hawthorne suddenly appeared in the apartment last time, nearly scaring her heart into stopping.
If such an occurrence happened a few more times, Kenny’s secret would inevitably be exposed.
"By the way," just as Ann Vaughn was getting distracted, Sutton Jennings suddenly spoke up, pushing a document to her, "what you asked me to investigate has results now."
Ann Vaughn snapped back to reality, her pretty face slightly tense, "Is it the same as I suspected?"
Sutton Jennings nodded slightly, his almond-shaped eyes filled with contemplation, "The Third Miss Sheridan newly found by the Sheridan Family is indeed Cynthia Vaughn."
Although Ann Vaughn had vaguely sensed the woman’s striking resemblance to Cynthia Vaughn since meeting her, hearing Sutton Jennings confirm it with his own mouth still left her incredulous.
She picked up the document to look through it, discovering that ever since Cynthia Vaughn disappeared on the 9th, she had been silent.
When she reappeared, she had transformed her face to closely resemble Ann Vaughn, making a stunning debut at the Sheridan Family’s recognition banquet.
"Also, this photo..." Just as Sutton Jennings was about to pull a photo from his pocket to show Ann Vaughn, Sherry, returning after a call with a face full of urgency, interrupted.
"Someone’s causing trouble at the studio, Annie, I need to head over there now!"
Upon hearing this, Ann Vaughn was momentarily stunned, then immediately stood up, grabbed her bag, and followed, calling back to Kenny and Sutton Jennings, "Brother Shane, please take care of Kenny, I’m heading over with Sherry to check it out!"
With that, the two hurriedly left.
Sitting at the dining table, Kenny and Sutton Jennings stared at each other for a while. Kenny then looked at the outside of Sutton Jennings’ coat with a cheerful smile, "Uncle Jennings, let me have a look."
"You caught me." A flicker of humor passed through Sutton Jennings’ eyes as he then took the photo out and placed it on the table.
He discovered this photo inadvertently while investigating "The Third Miss Sheridan," who is Cynthia Vaughn, among the secret files of the Sheridan Family.
The photo is very old, suggesting a lengthy history.
However, what truly caught Sutton Jennings’ attention and made him bring it out was because...
Kenny picked up the photo, and upon the first glance, his bright, starlike eyes were instantly filled with intense astonishment and disbelief.
The photo showed a woman in a smoky teal vintage cheongsam standing in a blossoming courtyard, elegant and graceful. Her face was young and beautiful, imbued with an innately gentle femininity.
Whether it was the contours of her features or her slightly upturned corners of her mouth, they strongly resembled...
"Doesn’t she look a lot like your mommy?" Noticing Kenny’s shock, Sutton Jennings chuckled softly, "I was startled when I first saw it too."
He had once met Ann Vaughn’s mother, a selfish woman who, for money and status and another daughter, could disregard Ann Vaughn’s life.
Yet nothing about her made one feel that she was the birth mother of Ann Vaughn, falling short even as a stepmother.
At that time, he hadn’t thought much of it because it was disrespectful to Ann Vaughn.
But now, it was hard for him not to think about it.
"Uncle Jennings, do you know whose photo this is?" Kenny blinked his eyes, asking.
Sutton Jennings thought for a moment, recalling, "The youngest daughter of the Vaughn Family, the biggest aristocratic family in Marinia at the time, and the foremost socialite in high society. Her name was Paige Sherman."
Also surnamed Vaughn?
Could such coincidence truly exist in this world?
Kenny tilted his little head, pondering for a while, then put down the photo, speaking earnestly with a small face, "Before we have more definite evidence, Uncle Jennings, it’s best not to tell my mommy about this."
"Hmm?"
"You probably don’t know, my mommy secretly did a DNA test before, proving she is indeed a Vaughn Family child. Now, just based on a photo and speculation, saying my mommy is connected to Marinia’s two great families is unacceptable."
Kenny spoke softly, remarkably rational.
"Perhaps the DNA result back then was wrong, which isn’t impossible. Now, it’s a matter of doing another test," Sutton Jennings squinted his almond-like eyes, sighing lightly.
"So, shall we cooperate happily?"
"Indeed, happily cooperate."
Their hands, one large and one small, clasped together, casting a confident silhouette on the smooth floor.
Meanwhile.
Ann Vaughn and Sherry hurried along, eventually reaching the studio, coinciding with a free consultation day, which drew so many clients they almost spilled out the door.
As they got closer, Ann Vaughn heard a familiar voice crying out inside.
"Everyone, judge for yourselves! The owner of this studio seduced my fiancé and even shamelessly gave birth to an illegitimate child. How can such a person be qualified to be a doctor?"
"My fiancé and I have been childhood sweethearts, on the verge of getting engaged, and she suddenly intruded. How am I supposed to face people now?"
"I couldn’t handle it anymore, so I came here to expose her false benevolent facade, just to prevent more people from being deceived by her hypocritical face!"
Ann Vaughn’s lips twitched slightly as she forcefully pushed the door open, her clear eyes flashing with a cold light.
This movement immediately drew everyone’s gaze, and upon seeing Ann Vaughn and Sherry, their expressions collectively shifted.
Only the two newly hired young doctors at the studio breathed a sigh of relief, looking at them helplessly.
"Shameless woman, how dare you show up?"
Standing in the center of the scene, tears streaming down her face, Serena Morgan saw Ann Vaughn enter and lunged at her, her sharp nails slashing fiercely across her face!
Ann Vaughn instinctively reached out to block, and a sharp pain immediately shot across the back of her hand.
Lowering her head, she saw several slender scratches appear on her fair hand, glaring intensely.
"Annie!" Sherry watched, her face darkening as she glared at Serena Morgan, questioning, "Are you crazy?"
"It’s not crazy for me, while Ann Vaughn steals my man and has an illegitimate child, and I’m the one who’s insane?" Serena Morgan, filled with anger, looked at Ann Vaughn’s untouched face, bitterly regretting not being a tad more decisive earlier!
The customers, who had been whispering, swayed further in opinion with Ann Vaughn’s arrival and Serena Morgan’s resentful yet confident assertions.
"Who would’ve thought, Dr. Vaughn turns out to be such a person?"