Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 859: Fateful Entanglements

Cyrus Hawthorne walked steadily into the room, his narrow eyes slightly squinting as he stared at the Little Dumpling clinging to Ann Vaughn, then lifted him up with one hand.

The Little Dumpling flailed about, shouting in his soft, childish voice, "If you have the guts, put me down, and we’ll have a showdown!"

"Let’s discuss that topic when you grow up," Cyrus said, placing him on the ground, a teasing smile on his lips.

Watching these two childish fools about to clash, Ann Vaughn quickly gathered the puffed-up Little Dumpling and took him to the bathroom for a wash.

After cleaning him up, Ann Vaughn carried the Little Dumpling back to his room and, as usual, told him a bedtime story. Once he was asleep, she returned to her own room.

"Come over here," Cyrus Hawthorne lounged lazily against the headboard, one leg partially bent, gesturing to her.

Ann Vaughn dashed over, immediately diving into his embrace.

She was lightweight, and Cyrus effortlessly scooped her up, nestling her into the already warmed blankets and holding her close.

"Were you gone for so long to investigate the Lockwood Family?" Ann Vaughn enjoyed the enveloping warmth, comfortably squinting her eyes.

Cyrus Hawthorne murmured a low confirmation.

"Why are they targeting me?" Ann Vaughn furrowed her brows in confusion, "I’ve thought it over, past and present, and I’ve never had any interaction with the Lockwood Family."

"They are not targeting you," Cyrus’s voice was slightly deep, his palm lightly caressing Ann Vaughn’s long hair, "Before marrying your mother, your father was involved with Lucy Lockwood, the Lockwood Family Head."

Lucy Lockwood was her dad’s ex-girlfriend?!

What a melodramatic plot...

Ann Vaughn was stunned for a few seconds before asking, "So did she target me to get back at my dad?"

Cyrus nodded slightly, "Not long after your father broke up with her, he met your mother. Lucy Lockwood believed that it was your mother’s involvement that led to this situation, so she harbored resentment."

Lucy Lockwood hated Stanley Sheridan and Ann Vaughn’s mother, Shuhua Vaughn, so she also despised their child.

The kidnappings, car accidents, and various other incidents that Wilder Sheridan and Eli Sheridan faced during childhood, were all orchestrated by Lucy Lockwood.

If Ann Vaughn hadn’t been wandering outside since childhood, she likely would have fallen victim to her schemes.

Ann Vaughn found it absurd after hearing this, "Isn’t breaking up a normal occurrence between couples? Besides, even if my dad broke up with her, he didn’t get together with my mom, so why is Lucy Lockwood so dissatisfied?"

Ann Vaughn remembered that her mom still had the engagement with Micah Hawthorne at the time, so she couldn’t be with her dad.

What’s bothering Lucy Lockwood anyway?

"Perhaps it’s unwillingness." Seeing her indignant expression, Cyrus Hawthorne’s narrowed eyes held a smile, "Back then, the Lockwood Family wasn’t as famous and esteemed as now, while the Sheridan Family was one of the prominent families in Marinia."

However, even among prominent families, there are ranks; the Vaughn Family was the most flourishing, prestigious family in Marinia at the time.

In contrast, the Sheridan Family was at the lowest tier among prestigious families, unable to touch even the edges of the Vaughn Family.

When viewed alone, the Sheridan Family was quite prominent then, but compared to the Vaughn Family, there wasn’t much difference with being impoverished.

Ann Vaughn couldn’t help but display the expression of a subway grandpa checking his phone, "Is this woman’s mentality twisted? Desiring everyone to revolve around her, why doesn’t she just become a globe instead?"

It’s the first time I’ve seen someone fail to cling and then blame the lack of clinginess...

Cyrus Hawthorne chuckled lowly, "Who knows."

In reality, Cyrus Hawthorne had blurred many important details, not letting Ann Vaughn know.

For instance, why Stanley Sheridan broke up with Lucy Lockwood, why she harbored resentment over such a trivial matter for so many years, taking ruthless actions.

The old, buried stories were too filthy; Cyrus didn’t tell Ann Vaughn, not deliberately concealing them, but rather not wanting such filth to stain her ears.

Ann Vaughn didn’t realize this; her thoughts were chaotic, jumping between Lucy Lockwood and Micah Hawthorne.

She tugged at Cyrus Hawthorne’s sleeve, asking, "Quinn, how much do you know about Micah Hawthorne?"

She felt the kidnapping incident over twenty years ago wasn’t that simple.

Why did Micah Hawthorne actively annul his engagement with her mom, yet later obstructed, bribing those kidnappers to harm her mom and her?

This point Ann Vaughn could never quite understand.

Cyrus Hawthorne replied slowly, "Not long after calling off the engagement with your mother, he married Lucy Lockwood’s sister, later leading to the Lockwood Family’s rise in fame, closely linked with the help from the Hawthorne Family."

Ann Vaughn uttered a sound of acknowledgment; she didn’t know much about the Lockwood Family from the past but certainly heard of them now.

Currently, the only remaining pharmaceutical family, producing limited quantities of medicine each year, yet once released, it’s frantically snatched by the masses.

Because of this, the Lockwood Family’s status has risen continuously, despite their long seclusion, their prestige never diminishes, and this mystery triggers more people to flock to the Lockwood Family.

The more power and influence one has, the more they cherish life, thereby growing the Lockwood Family’s network increasingly robust.

In Marinia, the Lockwood Family is renowned worldwide for rare medicines, the Hawthorne Family has broad connections in political circles, while the Sheridan Family is in commerce, forming a triumvirate.

"How did those ordinary to low-grade medicines produced by the Lockwood Family get hyped up into Immortal Water?" Ann Vaughn sighed, resting her cheek on her hand, "No wonder my grandpa used to say, even the most mediocre pharmacists are worshiped like national treasures."

To Ann Vaughn, the medicines crafted by the Lockwood Family were mere practice tools from her childhood, playthings she tossed away once used.

But for others, they were treasures worth going bankrupt over...

So how much money did I throw away living like that in my childhood?

Upon hearing this, a smile flickered across Cyrus Hawthorne’s narrowed eyes; he gently tousled her hair, "Are pharmacists also categorized?"

"That’s what my grandpa said." Ann Vaughn turned her head inadvertently meeting Cyrus Hawthorne’s deep, night-like eyes, and couldn’t help but rub her wrist.

"Take the education system from kindergarten to university; some pharmacists are inherently talented like kindergarten, never catching up to university despite their hard work."

"While some pharmacists are innately gifted like university students, effortlessly reaching levels other pharmacists can’t achieve."

Thus, even among pharmacists, there’s a significant difference in essence.

Watching her earnestly explaining, Cyrus Hawthorne chuckled quietly, cupping her cheeks, slightly tilting his head until only three centimeters remained between them.

His jet-black, ink-like eyes resembled whirlpools, capable of engulfing one’s heart and mind.

Ann Vaughn’s mind instantly turned blank, her cheeks flushed, and her heartbeat accelerated.

Thump, thump.

Each beat made her heart tremble.