Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 829: She Wants to Kill Me?

Julian Ford and Evan Sawyer were just about to nod when they realized something was off. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"Well, Evan is one thing... But when have I ever been shameless?" Julian asked, pointing to himself.

Are two faces really so invisible?

What did he mean by "Evan is one thing"?

Evan pushed him aside and then said earnestly to Cyrus Hawthorne, "While you’ve been staying at the hospital with your wife these past few days, Howard Yates has attempted to use his family privileges to get Miyi Yates out, but he was still found out. How do you plan to handle it?"

After all, the Yates family has followed the Hawthorne Family for many years, coupled with the fact that Howard Yates once saved Cyrus Hawthorne’s life, which is why the Yates Family has reached where they are today under Cyrus’s support.

Over the years, the foundation and connections the Yates Family have accumulated are quite formidable and not easily disrupted.

Otherwise, how could Howard Yates and Miyi Yates dare to do something as audacious as forcing a marriage?

"There’s no need to do it personally." Cyrus Hawthorne’s thin lips curled into a faint smile, his narrow eyes flashing darkly.

Seeing his expression, Evan and Julian got goosebumps reflexively.

Well, there’s no need for them to worry.

It should be the Yates Family who should be concerned about facing Cyrus’s calculations.

Ann Vaughn, feeling confused, tugged on Cyrus Hawthorne’s sleeve, "What’s going on with the Yates Family?"

"Perhaps you don’t know yet, but the person who openly attempted to kill you used Elias Hawthorne’s name to cover it up. Yet, your fall into the river is inseparable from Miyi Yates." Julian explained.

"She wants to kill me?" Ann Vaughn was taken aback, but somehow it also felt inevitable.

Miyi Yates wants to marry Cyrus Hawthorne, but as long as Ann is around, that will never happen. Harboring murderous intentions was only a matter of time.

"So, you’re saying the text message supposedly sent by Vera White... actually wasn’t sent by her, but by Miyi Yates?" Ann’s mind stalled for a few seconds as she recalled the text message she received before leaving the house.

In the rush, she hadn’t had the time to think about the detail.

Bella Hawthorne has never called her sister-in-law, always addressing her as Sis, Sis.

But the text was sent from Bella Hawthorne’s phone, so despite her doubts, Ann didn’t have time to overthink it.

For this, she nearly paid with her life...

"You should rest." Just when cold shivers ran down Ann Vaughn’s spine, Cyrus Hawthorne’s low, soothing voice brushed past her ears, gently patting her back, making her involuntarily relax.

Cyrus supported her soft body, laid her down flat on the hospital bed, and tucked her in.

"Just sleep soundly, I’ll handle everything else."

Ann Vaughn slowly nodded, watching him leave the hospital room.

When Julian Ford had mentioned falling into the river earlier, his expression had suddenly changed.

Somber, like the sky about to burst into a storm.

Even though Ann Vaughn was perfectly fine in front of him, the pain and despair of nearly losing her couldn’t be easily dismissed.

Ann vaguely sensed something, so she didn’t continue to question him.

She just needed to have faith in him.

...

Ever since reuniting with his wife and daughter, Vinson Ashton neglected his work to stay at the hospital with them daily.

Jeanette Shaw was fine, but Joyce Shaw, having grown up without a father, was finding it hard to accept the sudden appearance of a man claiming to be her dad.

"Mom." Joyce Shaw turned her face toward Jeanette Shaw, ignoring Vinson Ashton’s attempts to make her smile, "Miss Vaughn hasn’t been here lately, did something happen?"

Occasionally half-conscious in the past few days, Joyce often saw Ann Vaughn sitting by her bed, giving her acupuncture.

But after waking up, she hadn’t seen her.

"Miss Vaughn has been busy managing the company while handling medical appointments. She’s often swamped." Jeanette gently touched her daughter’s pale face, her eyes filled with heartache.

Vinson Ashton chimed in, "Do you want to see her? I’ll call someone to bring her here now!"

Joyce Shaw felt she couldn’t bear to look at this man claiming to be her father, "Mom already said Miss Vaughn is too busy to come, having someone bring her over would just add to her troubles, wouldn’t it?"

Thanks to Vinson Ashton being here, Joyce hadn’t considered suicide these past days.

All she wanted was to kill someone.

Vinson Ashton awkwardly rubbed his nose, "What about this, you are also a patient. I’ll ask her to come over and check on you. That way you get to see her too."

Vinson Ashton exhausted every avenue to cheer up his daughter.

Joyce Shaw was tempted but worried about bothering Ann Vaughn if she did.

"Let it be. I can endure a few days, who knows, maybe Miss Vaughn might think of me in a few days?"

Jeanette Shaw smiled, "Miss Vaughn is very concerned about you. When you were unconscious, she came daily to give you acupuncture and formulated a regimen for you. We’re not related, and she’s already done so much for us, which is a remarkable favor."

A slight sparkle lit up in Joyce Shaw’s otherwise dim eyes, "Am I the most successful fangirl ever?"

"You are." Jeanette smiled.

When Joyce first awakened to the world of celebrity following in high school, students around her were either fans of Wilder Sheridan, Quinn, or Merek Warren.

She was different; she idolized Doctor Aquarelle Vaughn.

Others showcased albums, magazines, and fan fiction on their bookshelves.

She showcased journals with Aquarelle Vaughn’s papers, recorded documentaries, and every medical magazine she had ever featured in.

Joyce dreamt of becoming someone like Aquarelle Vaughn, intelligent and outstanding.

But was willing to forsake a life in the greenhouse, donning a lab coat amid war and dust, like a rose unfurling defiantly in the flames.

Every time she envisioned such a scene, Joyce felt wasting her precious life over her current setbacks was incredibly foolish.

Thus, she couldn’t bring herself to take that last step in her first suicide attempt, incidentally saving her life.

"Mom, did you ask Miss Vaughn for an autograph?" Joyce bounced back to her usual self and clung to Jeanette.

"How could I ask? But Miss Vaughn’s name is on the prescription, I’ve kept it safe. Maybe we could frame it some day."

Vinson Ashton: "..."

His daughter and wife seemed a bit off, didn’t they?

Just as he thought that, Vinson Ashton’s phone lit up.

[Does Mr. Shaw want to know who the culprit behind framing your wife is?]

...

Kenny claimed he went to inform Old Master Hawthorne but actually made a phone call.

Before Ann Vaughn’s incident, he had someone investigate Elias Hawthorne’s background abroad, but any traces had been artificially erased. It was difficult to find after so many years.

Fortunately, there were still some breakthroughs.

"The slum where Elias Hawthorne stayed abroad was actually a front used by a certain organization. The children there were part of an organization called ’Zero,’ and among them, Elias was outstanding and had his own codename."