Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 858: Make Him Suffer the Consequences
Not far away, Ann Vaughn was just descending the stairs, holding her dress, when she collided directly with a waiter coming towards her, causing her to uncontrollably fall backwards.
"Miss, are you alright?"
The waiter pretended to help Ann Vaughn, but his hand concealed under the tray aimed for her chest, intending to tear off her dress!
Ann Vaughn’s dress hem was stepped on by him, and the gown was already precariously hanging, barely held in place by her hands to prevent it from falling. If he succeeded in pulling it off, the consequences were imaginable—
Just as Ann Vaughn was panicking, she suddenly felt a tightness around her waist and her swaying body was drawn into a wide embrace.
A faint scent of cedar instantly enveloped her, sealing out everything.
With distinct knuckles, the man’s palm easily intercepted the waiter’s wrist, then seemed to lightly fold it backwards—
"Ah!!"
The scream resembling a pig being slaughtered combined with the sound of bones breaking pierced the eardrums, causing the guests in The Camellia Hall to look over.
The waiter was in such pain that he knelt on the ground, his whole face turning a liver color, yet he stubbornly argued, "I-I was just trying to help the Miss, why do you treat me like this?"
"Are all you rich people so unreasonable?"
Although the guests didn’t know the details, seeing Ann Vaughn’s pale face and obviously frightened appearance, something bad must have happened just now. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚
Therefore, no one was led by the waiter’s words.
Protectively held by Cyrus Hawthorne, Ann Vaughn furrowed her delicate brows and was about to retort when Cyrus Hawthorne gently rubbed the back of her neck.
Only then did she remain silent.
In the next second, the waiter’s body was suddenly kicked and sent flying.
Wilder Sheridan hurriedly retracted his lifted foot, his face dark as the cloud-covered sky, saying nothing more, picked up a nearby chair and smashed it down on the waiter’s head!
Everyone present was shocked by his actions.
The live broadcast was even more chaotic because of this.
"Ah—"
"Wilder, don’t!" Ann Vaughn’s expression changed, hastily cried out to stop him.
The chair in Wilder Sheridan’s hand was only a few centimeters from the waiter’s face, his eyes slightly red, the whole person like an enraged little lion, fiercely glaring at the waiter.
"If anything had happened to my sister just now, that would be your fate."
As soon as the words fell, the chair in Wilder Sheridan’s hand fell to the waiter’s feet, shattering immediately.
The waiter trembled all over, thick fear evident in his cloudy eyes.
"What’s happening here?" Stanley Sheridan and Eli Sheridan had just returned to the hall, hearing the disturbance, they immediately walked over.
Old Mrs. Sheridan was somewhat tired and resting upstairs, so she didn’t come over.
The waiter, sensing things were unfavorable, pushed off the floor and attempted to flee.
Little did he know that he would be stopped by a little dumpling dressed in a black suit vest and bow tie.
"Kind-heartedly giving you a tip." The little dumpling smiled at him, "Your behavior just now has been recorded by surveillance; intentional injury and attempted murder, you’ll go to jail for it."
The bodyguards standing behind the little dumpling eyed the waiter menacingly like a mountain.
The waiter’s legs turned to jelly, and he fell to his knees.
"Take him away and extract the name of the mastermind behind it." Cyrus Hawthorne’s slender eyes swept coldly, ordering in a deep voice.
"Yes." The bodyguards responded.
...
In the lounge.
Despite Ann Vaughn repeatedly assuring that she’s fine, Wilder Sheridan and Stanley Sheridan were still worried, insisting on staying with her.
But the banquet still needed someone to host, Stanley Sheridan couldn’t be absent, so after much persuasion, it was Wilder Sheridan who stayed.
Ann Vaughn, holding a cup of hot cocoa in her hands, leaned on the sofa, looking helplessly at Wilder Sheridan and Kenny.
Their heads were resting on her knees, looking even gloomier than her.
Actually, anyone would be frightened by an unexpected incident and panic, but once calmed down, things got much better.
Besides, thanks to the timely arrival of Cyrus Hawthorne, she wasn’t harmed at all.
"Sis, it’s all my fault." After a long time, Wilder Sheridan spoke with a muffled voice, "If I had never left your side, that wouldn’t have happened."
He saw clearly what the waiter was trying to do to Ann Vaughn.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been so furious.
Ann Vaughn wrapped her shawl tighter, stroked his head, her brows curved into a smile, saying, "No, you protected me so much at that time, I was really touched."
Wilder Sheridan’s temper is indeed explosive like a proud little lion, prone to burst into anger.
But in reality, he never lets his anger lead to physically attacking anyone.
This time, though, because Ann Vaughn was almost harmed, he nearly couldn’t control his actions.
One must know he is not only Ann Vaughn’s brother but also a celebrity watched by countless people.
"You’re my sister, who else would I protect if not you?" Wilder Sheridan snorted, then said discontentedly, "That bastard shouldn’t be let off."
"Kenny wants him to eat no good fruit juice!" The little dumpling huffed in agreement.
Ann Vaughn quickly handed Wilder Sheridan a sip of hot cocoa, then rubbed the little dumpling’s hair to prevent them from vexing themselves.
With their meddling, the trace of unease buried in her heart gradually disappeared.
After a while, Eli Sheridan returned to the room.
"Found out." Eli Sheridan spoke, "That waiter was sent by the Lockwood Family, aiming to disgrace Sweetie at the banquet so she could never hold her head high again."
If such public exposure truly happened, Ann Vaughn and the Sheridan Family would be surrounded by gossip.
And Ann Vaughn’s reputation would be permanently ruined.
Just the thought made Ann Vaughn feel a chill, goosebumps raised across her skin.
Yet again the Lockwood Family...
"Wilder, come with me, let Sweetie rest well, she’s had a long day." After saying, Eli Sheridan looked at Ann Vaughn, "Leave this matter to me to handle, don’t worry."
"Thanks, brother." Ann Vaughn nodded, waving her paw at him.
Although Wilder Sheridan was reluctant, he still followed Eli Sheridan out of the room.
Ann Vaughn let out a gentle breath, her small face unable to hide complexity and worry, her fine brows knitted.
Then in the next moment, a warm, fluffy dumpling burrowed into her arms.
"Mommy." Kenny wriggled his little bottom straight into Ann Vaughn’s embrace, his chubby hand tightly holding her neck.
Ann Vaughn buried her face in the little dumpling’s neck nook, took a deep breath—
Ah, heaven!
Snuggling the dumpling indeed proved to be the most effective method to rejuvenate!
"Mommy is fine, don’t worry." Ann Vaughn planted a big kiss on Kenny’s little face, "But how come you and your daddy arrived so late? I thought you got lost."
The little dumpling puffed his cheeks, "It’s because daddy dressed Kenny wrong several times, that’s why it took this long."
"Elijah Hawthorne, no tattling."
