Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 830: Does It Hurt?

The lord said leisurely, "His code name is Y, you should be familiar with it."

More than familiar.

The person who once sent people to track Kenny and Ann Vaughn in White Queen Town, and later kidnapped Ann Vaughn. The one who injected her with a virus.

All were Y.

But strangely, Y’s actions each time seemed less like carrying out tasks and more like a reminder.

A reminder for them to quickly leave White Queen Town.

A reminder that someone is secretly tracking them, intending to harm them.

Whether this was Elias Hawthorne’s deliberate doing or another trap he designed, that was unknown.

"Who is the mysterious leader behind Zero?" Kenny furrowed his small brows and asked again.

"Can’t find out, the data is blank." The lord mused, "I heard it’s an elderly woman, there are also rumors it’s a young man, and secrets once said it’s a child... In short, opinions vary, but no one has ever seen them."

In other words, those who have seen them are already dead.

...

Ann Vaughn briefly fell asleep and woke up, just intending to look for Cyrus Hawthorne, when she saw Susie Sommers sitting by her bed peeling fruit.

Despite the apple in her hand having been peeled down to just the core.

"Grandma, give that apple a break, will you?" Ann Vaughn said with a wry smile.

"You’re awake." Susie’s eyes lit up, tossing the core into the trash can, grabbing another to peel afresh, "Hold on, there’ll be apples to eat soon."

Ann Vaughn couldn’t bear it any longer and directly snatched the apple and fruit knife, "I’d better do it myself, self-sufficiency is the way to go."

Susie wasn’t upset, rummaging through her bag to take out an amulet, slipping it under Ann Vaughn’s pillow.

"What’s this?"

"I specifically went to the Temple of the Clear Heart to get this for you, I heard their amulets are very effective!" While speaking, Susie pulled out several more amulets from her sleeves and pockets, stuffing them all into Ann Vaughn’s hands, "All for you!"

Ann Vaughn looked at her palm full of amulets, her eyes curving with a touch of warmth.

"Thank you, Susie, you’re the best."

Though she didn’t believe in it, Susie’s heartfelt gesture was appreciated regardless.

Susie gently touched the wound on her forehead, saying with concern, "What’s up with you? You’ve been in the hospital several times this month? When you get home, take a bath with pomelo leaves, it’s bizarrely mystical."

"Weren’t you the one who used to say this was all nonsense?"

"Uncle often goes to the Temple of the Clear Heart, so I learned a bit of this stuff by the way."

"..." Ann Vaughn paused, "You might not believe it, but I think what you learned and what the temple stands for might not be the same thing."

Susie waved a hand, "Who cares, as long as it works."

Just after saying that, Susie received a call from the hospital security, telling her to quickly move the car parked at the entrance, or they would call a tow truck.

"I rushed up and forgot to park in the garage, I’ll head down quickly and be back soon!" For the sake of her beloved car, Susie didn’t dare delay a second and immediately dashed out.

Not long after she left, Cyrus Hawthorne returned to the ward.

Following him in was Miyi Yates.

Before sleep, Ann Vaughn thought it over and decided to meet Miyi Yates to clarify things, but Cyrus was concerned about her health and disagreed initially; after much persuasion, he relented.

"Rest if you’re tired, no pushing yourself." Cyrus knew she hadn’t rested long, and she looked a bit weary, instructing sternly.

Ann Vaughn pouted, "I’m not a kid anymore, how could I be so delicate."

Cyrus, noting her discontent, chuckled lightly, indeed you are that delicate.

Miyi Yates, ignored on the side, had a pale face, still wearing clothes from three days ago, appearing disheveled, devoid of her former elegance and nobility.

But her back remained straight, demeanor strong, as if clinging to her last shred of pride.

Seeing Ann Vaughn sitting well there, the unyielding resentment and vexation in Miyi Yates nearly exploded, her gaze like a cold, wet venomous snake glaring at her.

"You’re actually not dead—"

Upon hearing this, Ann Vaughn curled her lips, her eyes mocking Miyi Yates, "I’m not dead, you must be very disappointed."

"You painstakingly helped Jade Shepherd hide, secretly got her onto the Tourmaline Ship, using her to want me dead there, never to return... It’s a pity you failed then, hence this time’s plan, am I right?"

Miyi Yates didn’t deny it, sneering coldly, "Your luck is good, with The Black Rose protecting you; that fool Jade Shepherd didn’t gain any advantage."

A waste of her meticulous planning and resource investment.

Standing quietly by Ann Vaughn’s side, Cyrus Hawthorne’s brows knitted, his expression icy, his aura turning sharp and frosty.

If not having promised not to interfere with anything Ann Vaughn wanted to do during this period,

Miyi Yates would not still be standing here unharmed.

Ann Vaughn seemed oblivious to the scorn in Miyi Yates’s words, continuing, "Initially I suspected you were the one who poisoned people on the Tourmaline Ship, but now it seems you lack that boldness."

"What do you mean?"

"You are indeed clever, with deep schemes, but all you focus on is how to deal with me, completely forgetting your own status and duty, having long lost your initial arrogance."

Seeing Miyi Yates’s face turning increasingly unpleasant, Ann Vaughn smiled lightly, "Truly ugly."

"What right do you have to speak about me? You’re just a shameless woman relying on the Family Head’s favor! How dare you compare yourself to—"

"Slap!"

Interrupting Miyi Yates’s harsh words was a crisp slap sound.

Miyi Yates’s twisted face was turned to the side, a glaring red handprint on her left cheek.

Miyi Yates’s eyes were filled with venom, hands clenched, nails digging deeply into her palms, delivering a sharp pain.

"How dare you hit me?!"

Seeing the fury and unwillingness in Miyi Yates’s eyes, Ann Vaughn’s clear eyes held a cold, sparkling laugh.

"I hit you, what’s there to pick a time for?" Ann Vaughn shook her hand, "In fact, you’re not even as good as me. You adore Quinn, but you only use schemes to achieve your goals, yet even a straightforward confession is half-hidden."

"To be honest, Miyi Yates, I look down on you."

"You—" Miyi Yates pointed at Ann Vaughn but was met with a cold, fierce glare hiding danger and murder.

Recalling the Apex Properties’ general manager who had his eyes blinded for casting a few more glances at Ann Vaughn, Miyi Yates lowered her hand in humiliation.

Cyrus collected his cold gaze, lowering his eyes to gently grip Ann Vaughn’s hand, giving it a light squeeze, "Does it hurt?"