Chapter 330: Chapter 330: Do You Like My Godmother?
Another side.
After hanging up the long-winded Spade J call, Kenny said to Sutton Jennings, "The Archfiend took mom away."
"Just as I expected." Sutton nodded, not surprised.
He could use a connection buried within the police station to investigate how Ann Vaughn was doing, even interfere with what the officers might do to her, but couldn’t directly help her leave there.
The influence of the Gates is a dark line, not suitable for confronting the police station directly.
Thus, he used the Jennings Family name, even though he had long been estranged from them.
Seated in front of his computer, Kenny erased all traces of hacking into the police station system, leaving no clues for anyone to find him.
If Sutton Jennings hadn’t stopped him, he would have destroyed the entire security system of the police station long ago.
But in the end, he only tampered slightly with the detention room.
He couldn’t keep the lights permanently bright to avoid suspicion, but he silently sabotaged the settings for room temperature, simulated water sounds, and snake noises.
Mom... should be okay, right?
As Kenny pursed his lips anxiously, the doorbell suddenly rang.
He and Sutton Jennings almost ran to the door at the same time, but just as he was about to open it, Sutton suddenly said, "I’ll step aside first to avoid misunderstanding."
Kenny was a bit puzzled but didn’t ask much due to worrying about Ann Vaughn, nodding his little head at him.
Once Sutton was inside Ann Vaughn’s lab, Kenny opened the door.
When he looked up and saw Ann Vaughn, eyes closed, being held in Cyrus Hawthorne’s arms, his heart tightened, "My mom... how is she?"
"She’s sleeping." Cyrus glanced at Kenny’s worried face, spoke in a deep voice, and then walked into the room, carrying Ann Vaughn to her bedroom.
So she was just asleep.
Kenny breathed a sigh of relief and then trotted into the bedroom, just in time to see Cyrus helping Ann Vaughn take off her shoes and socks, massaging her ankles and calves.
Little Dumpling paused for a few seconds, "What are you doing, Mister?"
"Massaging." Cyrus answered succinctly, with no intention to explain more.
Ann Vaughn had been in the detention room for over two hours, and her body had become stiff from not moving.
It’s not that she didn’t want to stand up and move about, but a person with claustrophobia is just like being imprisoned in the dark and suffocatingly confined, forced to remain motionless.
Adding psychological pressure, her whole body was extremely tense.
Kenny instantly understood this and watched Cyrus quietly massage Ann Vaughn’s calf, a complex expression passing through his pretty eyes.
"Mister."
"Hmm."
"Do you like my mom?"
As soon as this question came out, Cyrus’s slender fingertips paused, his deep eyes slightly narrowed, lips holding a faint smile.
Just as he was about to answer Kenny’s question, Ann Vaughn trembled violently in bed, as if suddenly frightened by something, moving so abruptly that the pillow beside her was knocked to the floor.
However, she still kept her eyes closed, showing no sign of waking up.
Probably because the fear of darkness hadn’t yet recovered, the physical pressure rebounded.
Cyrus’s elegant brows furrowed, ignoring the Little Dumpling beside him, he pulled Ann Vaughn into his arms, soothingly patting her back.
Even though Kenny didn’t understand much about emotions, he could still sense it.
The Archfiend seems to treasure his mom deeply.
If that’s the case, then sharing the duty of protecting mom wouldn’t be entirely impossible for Lord Kenny!
Thinking this, Kenny quietly left the bedroom.
Only a warm orange wall lamp remained inside, casting a hazy glow over the not closely nestled but oddly emotive pair.
Even the cold moonlight seemed tinged with a faint warmth.
A night without dreams.
The next morning.
In the apartment’s kitchen, there was a series of clanging sounds, and when Ann Vaughn finished washing, she saw a table full of breakfast laid out.
"Wow, baby, why is today’s breakfast so lavish?" Ann Vaughn lazily stretched, then walked up to the apron-clad Kenny and kissed his cheek.
Soft and fragrant, daily Little Dumpling achievement unlocked!
Kenny hummed softly, seeing his mom’s energetic face, and said in a sweet voice, "To calm mom’s nerves, mom suffered last night!"
"Calm nerves?" Ann Vaughn paused, only then recalling what she went through last night.
In the past, if accidentally locked alone in a dark enclosed space, it would take at least two or three days to fully recover.
At night, she’d have to leave at least one light on, to avoid waking up to a pitch-black room and feeling scared.
But this time... she couldn’t even remember how terrifying the nightmare was the first half of the night.
Only recalling an incredible warmth and gentleness rhythmically easing its way into her, like entering a protective harbor, feeling secure.
Ann Vaughn’s eyes flickered, suddenly recalling the last scene she saw before fainting, hastily asked Kenny, "Baby, who brought mom back last night?"
"It was an uncle named Mark Joyce." Kenny took his seat, puffing his cheeks.
This was his first time lying to mom, all because of the Archfiend!
But given how well he took care of mom last night, even prepared such a lavish breakfast before leaving, he reluctantly decided not to expose him.
"The uncle we met in the apartment last time?"
"He’s not here."
So, was that scene merely her own illusion?
Ann Vaughn looked down a bit disappointed but saw the caramel pudding Kenny handed her.
"Mom, eat this. Kenny specially made it for you; Sherry doesn’t have any, so let’s not tell her!" Little Dumpling patted his chest, looking as if he was partial but wouldn’t explain.
Ann Vaughn was instantly amused by him, "Alright, we won’t tell her!"
"Tell who?" Sherry’s voice suddenly came from the entryway, and she then walked into the dining room.
"Why are you back so late?" Seeing Sherry’s weary state, Ann Vaughn poured her a cup of tea to refresh herself, "What happened?"
Sherry drank some tea before speaking, "Last night, the Sheridan Family bought the entire building where the studio was, ordered us to immediately vacate, and it took a long time to move everything out."
The Sheridan Family again.
Hearing those two words, Ann Vaughn frowned in distaste, "Being taken by the police station was probably instigated by the Sheridan Family too."