Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 850: These Grown-Ups Are Really Hard to Handle
"Your mom would be comforted if she knew you had these feelings."
Stanley Sheridan raised his hand, initially intending to pat his daughter’s hair, but worried she might dislike it, he hesitantly put it down. "Alright, I’ll go along with you. Whether you change your surname or not, you’ll always be a daughter of the Sheridan family."
"Dad’s right," Elliot agreed.
"Sis, whether you’re called Ann Vaughn or Anna Sheridan, you’ll always be my sister, so surnames are not important at all," Wilder Sheridan said, thumping his chest. "Why don’t I just join you? From today on, I’ll be called Wilder Vaughn!"
As soon as he said this, he got a beating from his dad.
"You want to change your surname before I’m even dead? Wilder Sheridan, are you trying to defy fate?"
"Ouch!" Wilder cried, holding his head, "You old geezer, you’re so unfair! Don’t hit my face!!"
With Wilder’s interruption, the almost tearful atmosphere at the dining table quickly dissipated and uncontrollably veered towards the comedic...
Though the issue of changing the surname was put aside, the Sheridan Old Mrs. and Stanley wouldn’t relent on officially announcing Ann Vaughn’s identity at the party.
They felt they had wronged Ann Vaughn for too long and were eager to proclaim to the world that she was a daughter of the Sheridan family.
Feeling apologetic towards them because of the name change issue, Ann Vaughn didn’t refuse and let them proceed.
After dinner, Cyrus Hawthorne was called to the study by Stanley Sheridan.
Ann Vaughn chatted with Old Mrs. Sheridan in the living room for a bit, then headed upstairs under the pretext of giving Kenny a bath, heading straight for the study.
"Mommy, eavesdropping is not a good habit," Little Dumpling said with a mock serious tone.
Ann Vaughn silently glanced at Little Dumpling, who had his ear pressed against the door, and couldn’t help but rub his little head.
Unfortunately, the soundproofing of the study was too good; the mother and son duo hadn’t heard a thing after listening for quite a while.
"Sweetie, Kenny, what are you doing?" Elliot’s voice suddenly came from behind.
The mother and son were so startled they shivered and quickly turned around.
Ann Vaughn shook her head guiltily, denying, "We’re not doing anything, just passing by!"
Little Dumpling nodded vigorously in agreement.
Elliot chuckled lightly and didn’t expose them, fiddling with his Buddha Beads, "It’s getting late, I’ll take you back to the Viridian Palace."
"No, we’re waiting for Quinn to go together."
"I’m afraid that won’t do," Elliot raised an eyebrow, "Grandma has already had a new guest room prepared for him and wants him to stay here tonight."
Upon hearing this, Little Dumpling, who was lying against Ann Vaughn’s leg, was about to say something but got a subtle signal from Elliot, so he shut his mouth.
"Hmm..." Ann Vaughn didn’t notice the exchange of glances between the two, and after thinking for a moment, said, "It’s already late, Kenny and I will stay here tonight as well."
The amusement in Elliot’s eyes grew, "Alright."
Saying that, Ann Vaughn took out her phone to call Ian Vaughn.
Kenny’s little legs were about to follow but was scooped up into Elliot’s arms.
The Little Dumpling smelled like milk candy, soft and cuddly, making it hard for anyone to let go.
"Little Kenny, you mustn’t expose your uncle’s plans," Elliot said, unwilling to let go once he picked him up, playfully tossing him a bit, smiling.
The Little Dumpling’s eyes, like black agate, rolled around as he looked at him, "Uncle, you did it on purpose."
"Without some extraordinary measures, how could I get the Viridian Palace to let them go?" Elliot confessed with utmost honesty.
At the crucial moment, that plasticky uncle-nephew bond evaporated like dew under the sun.
Without even batting an eye.
Little Dumpling: "..."
Each one of them, vying for favor, truly made the dumpling nervous.
"Your mommy probably won’t be back for a while, let’s go, uncle will take you to clean up," Elliot lightly patted the Little Dumpling’s back twice, carrying him away.
The Little Dumpling leaned softly against his shoulder, his chubby face full of resignation.
These adults are just a hassle.
...
It was a full two hours before the study’s closed door finally opened.
Cyrus Hawthorne walked out with steady steps, one hand in his pocket and holding an exquisitely bound photo album in the other.
His expression was calm and composed, showing no discernible emotion, with a faint, elusive smile at the corner of his lips.
"My father actually gave you his most treasured photo album," a voice suddenly came from the front, "Looks like you won him over?"
Elliot leaned against the railing with his arms crossed, looking at Cyrus Hawthorne with eyes that were less than kind.
"Uncle is easygoing and pleasant to talk to," Cyrus Hawthorne said with a slight raise of his brow.
Stanley being easygoing?
Elliot was noncommittal but his gaze turned much colder, "Mr. Hawthorne, although we tied in the competition this morning, that doesn’t mean I approve of you as my brother-in-law."
"Ann is the apple of our eye, we can hardly spoil her enough; we won’t allow anyone to bully her or make her sad."
"Yet you’ve given her everything we’ve been worried about. I have no confidence in your ability to make her happy."
Cyrus Hawthorne remained calm, not flinching at Elliot’s pointed words, "The promises Mr. Sheridan wants to hear, I won’t make. The future is long, Mr. Sheridan. See for yourself before passing judgment."
So you’re all actions and no words?
Elliot hadn’t expected him to say that; he thought he’d at least make some promises to treat Ann Vaughn well.
This man was more straightforward than he had anticipated.
Elliot indeed didn’t need promises; those were mere words. Only real actions could truly convince people.
"I’ll be watching with interest," Elliot said again, "Also, one more thing: until you and Ann are officially a couple, remember the boundaries and don’t overstep them in any way."
Elliot bit down hard on the last two words.
To prevent this wolf from devouring his obedient sister, Elliot had exhausted himself.
Cyrus Hawthorne gave a faint smile, "Mr. Sheridan worries too much."
Elliot, well aware of men’s flaws, called Uncle Vance up, asking him to personally escort Cyrus back to the guest room.
After that, he instructed the staff to keep an eye on this area; if Cyrus dared to head towards Ann Vaughn’s room, they were to stop him at all costs!
However, throughout the night, the situation Elliot was worried about did not occur.
The door to the guest room remained tightly shut, making no noise.
As for inside...
Cyrus Hawthorne, wearing a bathrobe, emerged from the bathroom, walked straight to the bed in the guest room, and lifted the covers to lie down.
However, oddly, beneath the covers, it was warm, far from the cold of an empty bed.
Before Cyrus fully lifted the covers, a small head popped out from underneath.
"Surprise!"
