Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 844: Not Inferior to the Cunning of the Old
"Crash——"
The sound of shattering porcelain echoed from the room once more.
Miyi Yates never compromised her own comfort to maintain her image at home; any slight dissatisfaction would lead her to either scold or hit the servants. As a result, they were all quite intimidated by her and didn’t dare approach her room, all staying far away.
Another porcelain piece was thrown to the ground, with shards scattering near the feet of Howard Yates, who had rushed back.
"What do you think you’re doing?"
Howard Yates had just come from the precinct, still catching his breath and burdened with asking for investments everywhere, utterly exhausted and worn out to the extreme.
Now he had to come back and clean up Miyi Yates’ mess, so naturally, his tone wasn’t pleasant.
Standing amidst the shards in a white nightgown, her hair disheveled and eyes reddened, Miyi Yates stared at the pile of fragments on the floor as if looking at her sworn enemies.
She appeared both terrifying and insane.
Hearing Howard Yates’ impatient questioning, Miyi Yates chuckled coldly, saying in a sinister tone, "What am I doing? I want Ann Vaughn and Bella Hawthorne, those two bitches, dead!"
Unless they were dead, she couldn’t ease the hatred festering in her heart!
Just thinking about those filthy hands that had touched and tormented her made Miyi Yates’ eyes blaze with hatred, with a rage so intense it seemed to tear her apart—
She wanted to wipe them all out one by one!
Even Howard Yates, who doted on her, was frightened by her near-maniacal appearance. Regaining his composure, he pressed heavily on his temples.
"Miyi, stop this." Howard Yates looked at her with a weary face, "What have I taught you before? Don’t waste effort trying to change what has already happened, especially since this isn’t the most important thing right now..."
"I ended up like this because of those three bastards!" Miyi Yates interrupted sharply, tears streaming down her face, "You’re my dad! Why aren’t you thinking of ways to kill those bastards to vent your anger, but instead making me retreat?!"
If it were before, Howard Yates would certainly do so.
But times had changed, the Yates Family had fallen to the point of being vulnerable to anyone’s bullying, so whom could they deal with?
Feeling tightness in his chest, Howard Yates’s phone rang.
At such a critical moment, Howard Yates couldn’t afford any delay and answered the call immediately.
Not sure what was said on the other end, but Howard Yates’ gloomy eyes brightened instantly, "Is everything you’re saying true?"
He hesitated for a moment after listening, but only briefly, quickly replaced by a look of joy, "Alright, I’ll consider your proposal carefully... Yes, yes, I won’t keep you waiting long."
After hanging up, Howard Yates walked over to Miyi Yates’ side, patted her shoulder with relief, and said, "Miyi, the company is saved."
Miyi Yates’ eyes shifted, thinking about the privileged life she once led and the vast difference from her current situation, the cracks in her heart widened further.
Without money or power, wanting to make Ann Vaughn and Bella Hawthorne pay was nothing but a fantasy!
But...
"Would someone really risk offending the Hawthorne Family to help us?"
"There’s definitely a risk, but we need to give something in return," Howard Yates said, looking at her meaningfully, "What do you think?"
Miyi Yates clenched her fists tightly, saying each word with determination: "No matter what we have to pay, I’m willing."
Her eyes shone with a blazing madness and a hint of a viciousness unknown to others.
Ann Vaughn would never expect that she had a special surprise waiting for her!
Yet, Miyi Yates also never expected the ’price’ her revered father mentioned would be something so cruel...
...
Marinia, Viridian Palace.
When Ann Vaughn finally shook off her drowsiness, she discovered the surroundings had completely changed.
"Sweetie, breakfast is ready. Come down after you freshen up," a knock sounded on the door, followed by Ian Vaughn’s gentle voice.
Looking outside the floor-to-ceiling window at the vibrant red maple leaves, then at the door, Ann Vaughn blinked and her lagging brain slowly started to function.
This morning, while she was in a deep sleep, she seemed to hear someone musing, "Sweetie, why don’t you come back to Marinia with us? Everyone misses you."
And to dismiss the voice and continue sleeping, she seemed to have mumbled, "Okay."
...So it wasn’t a dream?
Ann Vaughn, irritated, tugged at her long hair, mumbled a response to Ian Vaughn outside the door, and then turned to find her phone to call Cyrus Hawthorne.
"Awake?" The moment the call connected, Cyrus Hawthorne’s slightly hoarse voice came through from the other side.
Ann Vaughn hummed in response and, gathering her thoughts, began, "Quinn, you might not believe this, but when I closed and opened my eyes, I was in Marinia..."
"Yes, I’m at your house."
Ann Vaughn was momentarily confused, rubbing her cheeks, "My house? Which one?"
Bamboo Creek Villa?
It couldn’t possibly be the Viridian Palace or Sherwood Manor, right?
"Sheridan Family." He chuckled lowly.
Ann Vaughn: "??? Was she not fully awake?"
The next second, Ann Vaughn bounced off the bed, choking on her breath, "Y-you’re at the Sheridan Family?!"
"Annie," seemingly noticing her panic, Cyrus Hawthorne’s voice steadied, "It’s already overdue for me to visit your family."
Detecting the underlying meaning in his words, Ann Vaughn’s ears couldn’t help but heat up.
"I wasn’t ready before," Ann Vaughn said, clutching the plush on the blanket, her heart racing rapidly but her voice softening, "It’s not intentional..."
Cyrus Hawthorne paused briefly, then continued, "Your father appears stern and aloof but actually cares a lot about you."
"Huh?" Ann Vaughn was taken aback.
She thought he would misunderstand her hesitance was due to not being ready regarding their relationship and thus had avoided mentioning meeting the family.
But he knew everything...
"Whenever it involves topics about you, he’ll listen until you run out of things to say." Cyrus Hawthorne cleared his throat lightly, "He wants to know everything about you but finds it hard to ask directly, so he takes a roundabout approach."
Only then did Ann Vaughn realize why Cyrus Hawthorne’s voice sounded a bit raspy.
Turns out he’d been pulled by Stanley Sheridan to tell stories...
As the central figure in these stories, Ann Vaughn, somewhat embarrassed, pressed her lips together, her clear eyes radiating a gentle warmth.
"They’re all very kind. My grandmother is a kind and gentle person, and though my brother seems cold, he’s actually warm-hearted and very protective of the family. Wilder... though he seems reckless, he’s actually thoughtful and considerate. He gave up his car racing hobby to keep the family from worrying."
Recalling these things made Ann Vaughn feel as if the vacancies in her heart were being filled.
To the extent that she didn’t even notice Cyrus Hawthorne’s prolonged silence.
It wasn’t that Cyrus Hawthorne intentionally kept silent, but because he accidentally touched the speakerphone.
Then suddenly, Wilder Sheridan’s voice came through, "When was I ever reckless?", prompting Cyrus Hawthorne to turn towards him with a sideways glance.
