Chapter 341: Chapter 341: DNA Test
Cyrus Hawthorne’s sharp eyes suddenly softened, gazing at Ann Vaughn, who was trying to escape reality by burying her head like a little hamster, a slight smile of surprise appeared in his eyes.
Being able to get the little one, who hides her thoughts tightly and refuses to rely on him, to express her true feelings was an unexpected delight.
However...
Humans indeed become increasingly greedy creatures.
Initially, merely being able to see her anytime and feel her presence seemed like an unattainable luxury.
Yet when she truly came to his side, he realized that it wasn’t enough to fill the void within him.
But what he wanted still wasn’t enough. What should he do?
Cyrus Hawthorne raised his hand to gently caress Ann Vaughn’s waist-length hair, watching her reddened ear tips, the depths of his ink-black eyes filled with wild and growing desire.
Unbeknownst to her, he slowly entwined her soul tightly, binding her firmly.
Until she could never escape.
This way, she could never run away again and would have to stay by his side.
Ann Vaughn was unaware of this, only feeling a bit anxious, her heartbeat gradually losing control.
It was as if she sensed something, yet she didn’t know where this feeling came from.
At that moment, Sherry’s call came in.
Ann Vaughn immediately picked up the phone to answer, and before she brought it closer, Sherry’s panicked voice came through, "Kenny has fainted, I’m taking him to the hospital now, just head to the First Hospital directly later."
The panic that had gathered just now instantly made Ann Vaughn’s face turn pale, her voice trembling, "How could he suddenly faint? I’m coming over right away!"
"The situation is complex, I’ll explain when you get here." Sherry’s voice was somewhat heavy.
After hanging up the call, Ann Vaughn quickly glanced outside the window, seeing that the floor was almost level, yet she couldn’t stop herself from wanting to rush out the door.
Suddenly, Cyrus Hawthorne’s warm, broad hand gripped her cold little hand, and he said in a deep voice, "Everything is arranged at the hospital; once the child arrives, there will be doctors dedicated to examining him. Don’t worry."
Ann Vaughn’s frightened and chaotic nerves finally calmed slightly, but her mind was still buzzing severely, unaware that she accidentally clutched Cyrus Hawthorne’s hand in return.
Cyrus Hawthorne’s deep eyes held a smile, his thin lips barely curving.
An hour later.
"How is Kenny’s condition?" Ann Vaughn hurried to the ward entrance, seeing Sherry standing there, she didn’t even have time to catch her breath before urgently asking.
"Nothing too serious, he just needs to be hospitalized for observation for a while." Sherry shook her head to reassure her, then suddenly seemed surprised to see Cyrus, the elegant and cold man standing next to Ann.
Isn’t this... Annie’s ex-husband?
Why did Annie bring him here?
Noticing Sherry’s inquisitive gaze, Cyrus looked up and nodded slightly towards her, greeting her indifferently.
"That’s good." Hearing Sherry say this, Ann Vaughn finally let out a heavy sigh of relief, "I’ll go in and see him."
With that, Ann Vaughn didn’t care that Cyrus was still there, gently pushed open the ward door, and walked in.
Kenny lay on the hospital bed with his eyes closed, a fat hand with an IV needle, the small figure irresistibly evoking the desire to hold and protect him.
Ann Vaughn sat by the bedside, her slender fingers on Kenny’s wrist feeling his pulse, but noticed his chubby little arm had several blue and purple bruises.
After a while, she furrowed her brows and placed Kenny’s little hand back under the blanket, her pretty face somewhat cold.
Since returning to the country, thanks to the important weekly conditioning, Kenny’s health was much better than when he was abroad, and his fainting episodes had decreased a lot.
Moreover, Kenny was always very sensible and calm, quiet by nature, in kindergarten he rarely played or ran around.
The bruises on his arms were likely not from accidental bumps.
"These are pinch marks, caused by a woman’s hand."
Suddenly, Cyrus’s deep, cold voice sounded beside her, but Ann Vaughn had no time to be surprised by when he entered, quickly asked, "How do you know?"
"Look closely." Cyrus pushed up Kenny’s sleeve slightly, revealing the bruises underneath, in an instant, his pulse quickened significantly, with a faint burning sting.
This wasn’t the first time.
Cyrus glanced at the sleeping Little Dumpling, his brows lightly furrowing, the depths of his dark eyes revealing nothing of his thoughts.
Seeing Cyrus suddenly silent, Ann Vaughn puzzledly looked up to ask but noticed his gaze fixed unusually on Kenny, seemingly contemplating something.
He wouldn’t...
Ann Vaughn’s pupils shrank, she discreetly leaned over to help Kenny with his blanket, blocking Cyrus’s view with her body.
"Sherry, I’ll go get some clothes and personal items for Kenny, do you need anything?" Tucking the blanket, Ann Vaughn turned to look at Sherry and asked.
Sherry froze for two seconds, then quickly replied, "I’ll go get them myself, wouldn’t want to trouble you."
"Kenny will worry if he wakes up and doesn’t see his mom, you just stay here with him."
"Then I’ll trouble you."
The two instantly acted perfectly in concert, their expressions fitting into the scene, making it impossible for anyone to detect anything amiss.
Ann Vaughn suppressed her deep-seated worry, and after leaving the ward, asked Cyrus, "Aren’t you going back to your office?"
Cyrus glanced at Ann Vaughn, his expression indiscernible, deep eyes intense, "I’ll take you back to the apartment first."
"Oh." Seeing that he didn’t seem suspicious, Ann Vaughn sighed with relief.
Careless.
In her urgency, she hadn’t thought about being wary of Cyrus, almost letting something slip.
Fortunately, he hasn’t regained his memory, otherwise, this secret would’ve been impossible to conceal.
Only after watching Ann Vaughn walk into the hospital did Cyrus casually withdraw his gaze, drumming his long fingers on his knee twice.
"Investigate what illness that child has. Also, conduct an analysis."
"Understood, what kind of analysis do you want?" Mark Joyce asked respectfully.
"DNA analysis."
...
Ann Vaughn returned to the ward, put the clothes and daily items she brought onto the sofa, and walked towards the bedside.
"Oh right, Annie, when did you meet the director of this hospital?" Sherry recalled something and asked curiously.
"Why?"
"The director is the one who conducted Kenny’s check-up, spared the registration and wait, and arranged this ward as well. Plus, the director’s attitude seemed particularly respectful, as if... he holds you in high regard."