Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 841: Did She Go to the Wrong Place?

Just as the family had barely left the hospital room, Ann Vaughn got a congratulatory call from her assistant.

"President Vaughn, a foreign material supplier reached out wanting to collaborate with us, so I did a background check on them, and I’ve sent the information over to you."

Ann Vaughn switched interfaces and opened the materials sent by the assistant.

The information showed that this supplier was... Veridia Group.

She recalled how Joyce Shaw had complained to her earlier, that despite her biological father’s position at Veridia Group as the old chairman, he lazed around like an unemployed bum.

Could it be... the same one?

The assistant thought Ann Vaughn was pondering, and continued, "President Vaughn, are you sure you aren’t considering K Country Royal Family?"

Upon hearing this, Ann Vaughn was a bit surprised, "They haven’t given up yet?"

The assistant chuckled wryly, "The calls have been nonstop these days. According to the secretary who called, if you reject them one more time, their Princess is about to cry."

Cry... cry??

Even with Ann Vaughn’s wild imagination, she couldn’t envision the image of the overbearing Princess Astrid crying.

It was already something if she didn’t make others cry, right?

"...What conditions did they offer later?" Ann Vaughn rubbed her temples, speaking in frustration.

The assistant quoted a staggering figure, "The K Country Royal Family practically handed the money-making opportunity over to us, I’ve never seen a collaborator this generous."

Ann Vaughn was also a bit shocked.

Do they really want to do business here?

They obviously wanted to be benevolent gift-givers!

"If you feel it’s inappropriate, I’ll reject them in the next call," the assistant said considerately.

"No need," Ann Vaughn, eyes glittering like money, replied, "No need to refuse, inform them we accept."

The assistant was somewhat surprised but didn’t ask further and agreed.

However, K Country strangely didn’t call back.

In the blink of an eye, it was the day Ann Vaughn was discharged.

Her external injuries healed just as Eli Sheridan had said, without leaving any scars on her porcelain skin, smooth as before.

Ann Vaughn’s faith in science was thus shaken.

If it weren’t for having to go back to her ancestral home now, she would’ve eagerly dived into the lab to research the remaining Phoenix Bone powder.

"Can’t I not go?" Ann Vaughn sat anxiously in the passenger seat, her small hands clenching tighter and tighter.

It wasn’t about being a coward, but the way she and Cyrus Hawthorne divorced... really left a lot to be desired.

The Hawthorne Family not having devoured her was already a stroke of luck; now, the thought of dining with them made her shiver.

She regretted using "I’m going to find true love" as an excuse back then.

Ann Vaughn couldn’t voice her grievances, she miserably looked at the driving Cyrus Hawthorne, trying to soften his heart.

"No," Cyrus Hawthorne said flatly, with no room for negotiation.

The Little Dumpling from the back seat also chimed in, "Mommy, don’t worry, Kenny will protect you!"

Ann Vaughn felt a bit comforted.

She couldn’t avoid the Hawthorne Family forever.

After all, a quick death might be better for reincarnation!

Soon, they arrived at the ancestral home.

Ann Vaughn’s uneasy heart felt like it exploded upon stepping into the old house, completely uncontrollable.

Just a coward QAQ.

"You’re finally back, we’ve been waiting so long!"

Upon entering the dining room, Ann Vaughn received an enthusiastic hug from Charlotte Hawthorne, leaving her dazed.

Charlotte pinched Ann Vaughn’s stunned face, unable to hide her concern, "Look at this poor thing, there’s hardly any flesh to pinch, you really need to eat well."

With that, Charlotte called out to a servant, "Bring out the chicken soup I made for Ann, and tell the chef to hurry with the remaining dishes."

"Right away." The servant quickly headed to the kitchen.

After giving instructions, Charlotte patted Ann Vaughn’s shoulder, comforting her, "Don’t be afraid; we’re home."

Clara Hawthorne, holding a bottle of red wine, frowned at this and rebuked Charlotte, "Stop talking Ann’s ear off, she’s a patient, she shouldn’t stand for too long, better to sit comfortably."

Charlotte slapped her head, "Right, right, that spot with the cushion is for you, the small cushion is for Kenny."

Ann Vaughn: ?

Did she walk into the wrong place?

She puzzledly looked at Cyrus Hawthorne next to her, but saw him smiling as if all this was no surprise.

As if it were all to be taken for granted.

——How could she just take this for granted!?

That meal turned out to be the most surreal one Ann Vaughn had ever had in her life.

The cold sarcasm, passive aggressiveness, or hostility she expected from The Hawthorne Family didn’t appear.

Instead... they were overly warm and caring.

She could tell whether it was genuine or not.

But because of this, Ann Vaughn felt even more baffled.

Was the divorce with Cyrus Hawthorne just a dream??

The unreal feeling was so strong that Ann Vaughn forgot all about the brothers and uncles at the table, finishing the meal absent-mindedly.

Ian Vaughn and Eli Sheridan, however, were getting along well with The Hawthorne Family, toasting continuously.

——Probing for information, and evaluating Cyrus Hawthorne’s character.

Overall, they seemed satisfied.

Until one drunken Hawthorne accidentally spilled secrets about Cyrus Hawthorne’s and Ann Vaughn’s early marriage.

Ian Vaughn and Eli Sheridan’s faces instantly darkened.

From a hard-won goodwill of 45, it plummeted to -100.

Ann Vaughn was unaware of this, and after putting down the chopsticks, she was taken away by Charlotte and Clara Hawthorne for some sisterly talks.

The Little Dumpling wanted to follow but was caught mid-hug by Old Master Hawthorne and went off with him and Henry Hawthorne.

"Annie, about your divorce with Cian, I was initially ignorant and resented you, even vented my anger on you, that was my fault, I hope you don’t mind," Charlotte said apologetically.

Ann Vaughn’s clear eyes momentarily paused, "...The truth? Did you misunderstand something?"

Clara patted her hand, understandingly, "You don’t have to cover for Cian, we know."

Ann Vaughn: "???"

No, what exactly do you all know??

Charlotte took Ann Vaughn’s confusion for act and said, "I know you’re feeling bad, just don’t want us to know."

"What happened before was truly unfair to you. Even if Old Master gave him a beating out of anger, we were also inclined to give him a lesson. How could anyone trample on a woman’s sincere heart like that, really..." Clara sighed deeply, shaking her head.

Ann Vaughn’s face was filled with bewilderment.

After a while, she barely pieced the puzzle together and tentatively asked, "...Who did Grandpa hit?"