Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 837: But She Feels Sorry for Cyrus Hawthorne
Even if the doctor considers Laura Quinn’s status, he might reveal a little, but not every detail.
Just the thought of Miyi Yates using her achievements to threaten Laura, and in turn causing herself quite a loss, made Ann Vaughn’s scalp explode.
Seeing her fuming, Laura Quinn patted her back, "Miyi Yates has a lot of Muli flowers hidden. When she first found me, she traded with me using this powder."
It was not until later, when Miyi Yates claimed she had the antidote to Muli flowers, that Laura continued to cooperate with her.
On the other hand, even if Aidan Keating’s toxin was resolved, it couldn’t ensure Miyi Yates wouldn’t poison him again out of selfishness.
"Be careful not to get too upset." Laura added.
Ann Vaughn calmed down, "You said she has Muli flowers hidden; is that true?"
It was quite a coincidence. She was caught by the X Country patrol because of the 50 grams of Muli flowers...
"Absolutely true."
"I understand now." Ann Vaughn nodded, saying no more.
Laura sighed, a hint of guilt flashing in her eyes, "I should’ve come to see you a few days ago, but I haven’t been feeling well, so it was delayed till now."
Ann Vaughn could tell she wasn’t making excuses; she truly wasn’t well.
She shook her head, indicating she didn’t mind.
Unexpectedly, the next moment, Laura stood up, saying solemnly, "Also, I want to apologize for actions that may have deliberately or inadvertently hurt you."
Ann Vaughn raised her eyes, looking at Laura’s remorseful and self-reproaching demeanor, her gaze unusually calm, "You shouldn’t apologize to me. The one you truly owe is Cyrus Hawthorne."
"People say both the palm and the back of the hand are flesh, but the flesh on the back is always thinner."
Ann Vaughn’s eyes carried a touch of mockery, stinging Laura’s gaze.
Laura explained, "I did it all to save Aidan. His parents were my benefactors. He lost his parents before he was even ten, which is quite pitiful..."
"But why must Cyrus Hawthorne pay your debt?" Ann Vaughn’s slender fingers clenched, a dull pain echoing in her heart, "Aidan at least had parents, and your careful care."
But Cyrus Hawthorne had none of these.
He had no father, only a fake mother scheming to ensure his demise.
When his sister was still young, and his grandfather already aged, the rise and fall of the Hawthorne Family bore heavily on his young shoulders.
Even when the weight seemed to suffocate him, he couldn’t complain or give up.
But who cared for him then?
Laura Quinn, essentially, was no different from Wanda Chamberlain.
Two decades had worn down the sharp edges of the once wise and virtuous Eldest Miss Quinn, leaving only compromise with the world.
Ann Vaughn couldn’t blame her; after all, Aidan’s parents had been her benefactors. Repaying kindness is understandable.
But she pitied Cyrus Hawthorne.
After Laura left, Ann Vaughn buried herself under the covers for a long time, only faint sounds of sobbing escaping from the corner of the blanket.
Like a small animal hiding alone to secretly lick its wounds, helpless and confused.
Meanwhile, outside the ward.
After instructing Sept to take Little Dumpling back to room 8 for a nap, Cyrus Hawthorne returned to the ward’s door.
He happened upon Laura Quinn, wiping the corners of her eyes as she exited the ward, they met in silence.
Laura’s eyes were red, her voice choked, "Cian, do you also blame me for destroying your marriage with Annie for Aidan’s sake, and for doing so many irreparable wrongs to you?"
"I owe you so much, I will try to make up for it in the future. Can you give me this chance?"
Cyrus Hawthorne’s dark pupils showed no waves, his tongue fleetingly touching his teeth, he slowly spoke, "You owe me nothing, but what I owed you has already been repaid."
Laura was stunned, her fingers curling up gradually.
Cyrus had no intention of speaking further with her and pushed open the door into the ward.
Ann Vaughn was nowhere in sight, but the quilt on the bed was raised in a bunch.
A smile briefly appeared in Cyrus Hawthorne’s eyes, only to vanish completely amidst the sounds of sobbing from beneath the covers.
He strode forward and caught the corner of the quilt firmly held down by Ann Vaughn. With a pull, he uncovered the quilt wrapping around her.
Revealing Ann Vaughn curled up inside.
Her disheveled long hair fell over her shoulders and cheeks, her slightly widened eyes ringed with red, a sheen of light wavering within, and traces not yet wiped away at the corners of her eyes and cheeks.
Probably from being under the covers for too long, her nose and cheeks were a rosy red, and she seemed somewhat dispirited, like a rain-beaten flower, truly pitiful.
Ann Vaughn didn’t know what had happened, her heart twinged painfully, more than accidentally hurting a wound on her body.
Before realizing it, her cheeks were already wet.
Cyrus Hawthorne couldn’t stand it most when Ann Vaughn secretly hid away, quietly being sad when he wasn’t watching.
She could cry and make a scene at him, be reckless and capricious, he would accept it all.
—But he couldn’t bear her hiding her grievances away to digest them herself.
He sat down by the bedside, scooping up Ann Vaughn, who was annoyed at being caught crying into his arms as she tried to hide under the covers.
Ann Vaughn didn’t even have the chance to struggle; he had her sitting on his lap, cupping her cheeks.
Just when she was puzzled, a gentle warmth suddenly kissed her cool, wet cheek.
Ann Vaughn’s lashes quivered, her fingers lightly loosening from around his wrist.
Cyrus Hawthorne held her face, gently kissing away the crystals from the corners of her eyes and cheeks, finally resting on her eyelids.
The warmth mingled with a tingling feeling spread through to the back of Ann Vaughn’s head, stirring tremors throughout her body.
"What are you doing?" Ann Vaughn sniffed, asking him softly.
"Why are you crying?" Cyrus Hawthorne responded with a question instead of an answer. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂
Ann Vaughn had adjusted her mood mostly, saying, "I have overactive tear glands, it can’t be helped."
Experience taught, Ann Vaughn’s tongue was deceiving.
Cyrus Hawthorne caressed the back of her neck, a faint smile appearing on his thin lips as he recalled something.
"Are you feeling sorry for me?"
In any usual case, Ann Vaughn would have already snapped back at him, even if it was the truth she would deny it, to avoid being so completely at his mercy that she couldn’t even roll over without his help.
But now, Ann Vaughn unexpectedly didn’t lash out.
Instead, she opened her arms, hugging Cyrus Hawthorne’s waist.
Ann Vaughn thought of what Bella Hawthorne once told her.
[The Hawthorne Family is essentially cold-blooded; they neither need love nor to be loved, because these intangible things cannot keep the family undefeated forever.]
[They always say, the Hawthorne Family needs a perfect heir, not an ordinary person who understands human emotions.]
