Chapter 178: Chapter 178: Kid, What Are You Doing Here?
The morning after tomorrow, Ann Vaughn and her group will leave the Isle of Flora directly from the helicopter parked on the lawn without disturbing any of the residents.
It’s not leaving without a word, it’s just not wanting the farewell to be too sad, hence the choice of this departure.
"Mommy, will we come back?" Kenny leaned against the window, watching the Isle of Flora becoming smaller and smaller, until it was just a dot, and his grape-like big eyes turned red.
"We will. Once we cure Kenny’s illness, we’ll return here, and never leave again, okay?" Ann Vaughn gently rubbed the back of Kenny’s neck to comfort him.
"Kenny will be good and take the medicine, listen to the doctor, I want to get better soon!"
Kenny had always been very smart, even if they didn’t say anything, he guessed he had a hard-to-cure illness.
Ann Vaughn didn’t hide it from him; she concealed the specifics of the illness and told him that as long as he was good and took his medicine on time, he would recover soon.
Kenny always believed this down to his bones, but suddenly thinking of something, he rubbed his way to Ann Vaughn’s side, "Mommy, where are we going?"
"S Country, your mother’s hometown." Sutton Jennings, who had just finished a phone call, replied.
Upon hearing S Country, Kenny’s big eyes lit up like two light bulbs as he gazed at Ann Vaughn, "The country with hot pot?!"
The little guy had only seen S Country on TV and had never heard Ann Vaughn mention it before, so he was very fascinated by the food there.
Especially the hot pot, which could be considered an obsession.
Ann Vaughn had made hot pot for him a few times, but he often enjoyed it and then turned around to sigh sadly, saying he wanted to taste the authentic one.
This made Ann Vaughn so frustrated that she tousled his chubby little face.
"You little glutton, you just got sick recently, don’t eat spicy food so soon." Ann Vaughn chuckled, feeling her parting sadness dissipate slightly thanks to Kenny’s antics.
"Hehe, isn’t there a clear broth pot?"
Next to him, Sherry was so amused by Kenny that she wished she could conjure up a dual-flavor pot on the spot.
"By the way," Sutton Jennings remembered something from two days ago, turning to Ann Vaughn to ask, "what were the gifts you left in the clinic for the residents?"
Judging by the quantity, it seemed every resident got one.
Ann Vaughn looked down at the time on her phone, thinking the residents should have discovered her gifts by now, and said with a faint smile, "About nine-tenths of the residents on the Isle of Flora had been infected by the virus; although they took antidotes, their health would not be the same as before."
"After I leave the Isle of Flora, the medicines they take monthly will be stopped, so I thought, why not give them a one-time solution, a potion that could restore their health to its original state. That way, even if they get old, the damage the virus once caused won’t act up."
After saying this, there was a moment of silence inside the cabin.
Sutton Jennings was stunned for a few seconds, then chuckled softly, realizing that in this lifetime, he probably wouldn’t have her conviction and her heart for the world.
To think of even this for the residents of the Isle of Flora, what could she not do?
The helicopter arrived at the airport, and within an hour, the group boarded their flight.
A white arc streaked across the azure sky.
Seven hours later, the plane landed at the Imperial Capital Airport in S Country.
The weather in the Imperial Capital in October was gradually getting cooler, but not to the bone, just the right comfortable temperature.
Stepping on this familiar yet unfamiliar land once more, Ann Vaughn felt an indescribable complexity in her heart.
It seemed like all the bittersweet moments she experienced here flashed by like a revolving lantern, vanishing in an instant.
The airport was bustling, with almost everyone passing by, casting glances in Ann Vaughn’s direction.
In a black strap dress with a white knitted cardigan over it, Ann Vaughn’s smooth long hair cascaded over her shoulders, with a few strands hanging at her peach-tinged cheeks.
It made her face appear even smaller, her features delicate and exquisite, her nose and lips radiant, stunning anyone at first glance.
Standing beside her like a protector, Sutton Jennings, dressed head-to-toe in black, was tall and stately, with a composed demeanor, exuding an aura of bloodthirstiness that made people reluctant to even steal a glance.
With Ann Vaughn holding the hand of an adorable little munchkin, wearing a pair of strap denim overalls, with a Spider-Man T-shirt underneath, he looked unbelievably cute.
Following them, Sherry seemed less eye-catching, but her attire and the bag she held—anyone with a discerning eye who did a little digging would figure out it was worth the price of an apartment in the center of the Imperial Capital.
"Mommy, Kenny needs to go potty." As Ann Vaughn was lost in thought, Kenny tugged her hand, whispering softly.
"Uncle Jennings will take you, let’s go." Hearing Kenny mumble, Sutton Jennings laughed and led him by the hand toward the restroom.
Before entering the restroom, Sutton Jennings noticed several black-suited bodyguards hovering around. With just a glance, he withdrew his gaze and asked Kenny, "Do you need Uncle Jennings to keep you company?"
"No, Kenny is a big boy now!" Kenny puffed his little cheeks and ran into the restroom on his short legs.
Sutton Jennings chuckled lightly, then took out his phone and stepped aside to make a call.
To prevent any unnecessary issues, it’s better to be prepared in advance.
In the restroom.
Kenny dashed to the sink, pulling down his little pants, preparing to finish quickly lest mommy gets anxious waiting.
Almost missing the sound of footsteps, a figure suddenly appeared beside him.
Accompanied by the click of a belt being unfastened.
Kenny glanced sideways, his round eyes widened, and his little mouth gaped in surprise, he asked in a babyish voice, "Uncle, what did you eat to grow this big?"
After saying that, the little guy discontentedly glanced at his own, and, deflated, even the cowlick on his head drooped.
How could the difference between men be so vast?!
"Kid, how did you end up here?" Just as Kenny was secretly fuming with frustration, a familiar cold voice came from above his head.
Kenny sharply looked up, seeing Cyrus Hawthorne lowering his eyes, regarding him with a half-smile.
"So embarrassing, it’s you again!"
"Did you and your mommy come to S Country?" Cyrus asked, watching the little guy’s face change from surprise to anger, his expressions lively and vibrant, his usually indifferent dark eyes containing a hint of a smile.
"No way, I came with Uncle and Auntie!" Kenny snorted, turning his little head away, not wanting to be so silly as to reveal mommy’s whereabouts to this big baddie!
Thinking about the doll that was taken from him that day, all Lord Kenny wanted to do was finish his business and leave, not see this person again!
Cyrus gazed at Kenny’s puffed-up little face, recalling what he just asked, his thin lips curled in a hint of a smile, teasing him softly, "So small."