Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 860: Don’t Be So Double-Standard
"Bang——"
Just as the atmosphere in the room was perfect, the sound of fireworks going off suddenly came from outside the floor-to-ceiling window. As the fireworks blossomed, the light they emitted instantly illuminated the night scene outside the window!
The banquet at The Camellia Hall hadn’t ended yet, as fireworks would bloom over the river at midnight.
Ann Vaughn was mesmerized by the fireworks and immediately turned her head to look outside. She pushed Cyrus Hawthorne away, not even bothering to wear her shoes as she ran out.
"Quinn, Quinn! Come out quickly and take a look!"
A trace of helplessness passed over Cyrus Hawthorne’s handsome face. He picked up her plush slippers and walked heavily towards the terrace.
Ann Vaughn leaned against the railing, her slightly curly long hair being tousled by the night wind, which she didn’t mind. She excitedly pointed at the shimmering river outside the manor.
Each time the fireworks blossomed, it seemed to endow them with the most dazzling colors.
"Quinn, I never realized before that from my room here, I can just see the scenery on that river!"
She had stayed at the Viridian Palace for a relatively longer time and didn’t often come to Sherwood Manor.
So, this beautiful scenery was something she was seeing for the first time.
Cyrus Hawthorne helped her put on her plush slippers before standing upright and enclosing her within his arms, casually blocking the chilly night wind attacking in gusts.
"Ah!"
The person in his arms suddenly exclaimed.
Cyrus Hawthorne followed her gaze and saw that from a certain point, the previously dark manor gradually lit up with rose-colored lights.
One after another, the lights eventually formed a complete rose pattern.
At the moment the pattern was formed, a small human-shaped sculpture appeared in the center, dressed in a red skirt with long hair, rotating with the lights.
Upon closer inspection, it became evident that the sculpture was carved in Ann Vaughn’s likeness.
To reach such a level of lifelike detail, it couldn’t have been done in less than a year or so.
So, when exactly did the Sheridan Family begin preparing all this?
"Quinn, let’s dance!" Ann Vaughn turned back, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Cyrus Hawthorne, her brows and eyes filled with joyful smiles, even more beautiful than the splendid scene on the river at that moment.
Cyrus Hawthorne’s narrow eyes deepened slightly, and in a low voice, he responded: "Okay."
Accompanied by the sound of the water fountain vaguely coming from the side of the sculpture, the evening breeze swept by, adding a touch of mysterious color to the two figures dancing gracefully on the terrace.
Even without musical accompaniment or fresh flowers and red wine, the current night scene was already dreamlike and fantastical.
Dancing for an unknown period, Ann Vaughn leaned against Cyrus Hawthorne’s shoulder, her eyes half-closed, feeling a bit drowsy.
"This place is really beautiful; maybe staying here wouldn’t be bad." She looked at the distant fireworks, letting out a small yawn, her consciousness becoming increasingly faint.
Not long after she spoke, Cyrus Hawthorne heard the gradually deepening breathing of the person in his arms, indicating she had fallen asleep.
He nodded slightly, dropped a kiss on her soft hair, and then looked up into a certain spot in the night sky.
Her wish probably wouldn’t be too far from fulfillment.
In contrast to this warm atmosphere, the broadcast hadn’t ended yet, and the online public opinion had already taken a complete turn.
#Sheridan Daughter Amazes with Her Appearance at the Banquet#
#Actor Sheridan Strikes#
#Experience the True Highborn Feast#
#The Staggering Genetic Looks of the Sheridan Family#
Several topics related to the Sheridan Family surged onto the trending list, leading to such a massive influx of traffic that Weibo crashed twice within an hour.
This time, with the Public Relations team of The Sheridan Group holding the fort, even though the trending surge was fast, there wasn’t the situation of internet water armies instigating conflicts like before.
From that debauched and decadent banquet, to the starry sky dress Ann Vaughn wore, and the images of the three of them standing together, were all hotly discussed topics among netizens.
"I always thought Ann Vaughn and Actor Sheridan looked alike, but I never expected them to actually be family... My goodness, that’s the wealthiest family in Marinia! Not even a novel screenplay would dare to write it like this."
"Ann Vaughn’s looks are stunning! No matter how many times I see her, I always feel like this woman has become more beautiful again, ah I’m slain!"
Of course, where there are praises, there are also criticisms, mostly aimed at Wilder Sheridan.
"Isn’t Actor Sheridan overacting? Is it easy being a server? Yet he just comes up and strikes? Is that the quality and education of a highborn young master? How has the entertainment industry not banned such a cancer?"
"Everyone who watched the live broadcast knows it was the server trying to get handsy with Stella, that’s why Actor Sheridan suddenly got angry, and he didn’t even hit him. If you’re going to criticize, at least get your facts right."
"Oh, it’s not easy for the server, but was it easy for my Stella, who did nothing wrong and nearly got harassed by such scum? Don’t be such a double standard person."
"Look at Actor Sheridan’s fierce anger for Stella, and then look at my brother playing King of Glory, I just picked up a slipper and gave him a good thrashing!"
With the news that Ann Vaughn is the Sheridan Family’s daughter being widely spread, those who had openly or covertly been against Ann Vaughn in the past were now keeping a low profile.
That night, it was destined that some people would be sleepless throughout.
...
The next morning.
Midway up Mount Ignis in Marinia, amidst endless green medicine fields, stood an ancient duplex building.
In the dining room.
"Ma’am, this came just now from Sherwood Manor. We were worried it might be something important, so we haven’t unsealed it for inspection and brought it directly for your viewing."
A servant carried a black box into the dining room, respectfully speaking to the woman sitting at the head seat.
All the servants working at the Lockwood Family knew that the family head had some inexplicable relations with the Sheridan Family, so upon receiving the box, the servant instantly brought it before Lucy Lock.
The knife and fork in Lucy Lock’s hand paused, and a trace of cold laughter flashed in her eyes!
This was the first time in many years that Stanley Sheridan had sent something to her here.
Is he so afraid she’d continue to harm his precious daughter?
"Put the thing down and then leave." Lucy Lock set down her cutlery, ordering.
"Yes." The servant placed the black box on the dining table and then turned to leave.
Lucy Lock had lost interest in the breakfast on the table. She untied the ribbon on the box, eager to see what it was.
Pleading gift Stanley Sheridan had sent her.
The moment the black box was opened, a stench mixed with a putrid smell wafted out aggressively.
The full view of the inside of the box was entirely revealed before Lucy Lock’s eyes—
"Ah!!"
The piercing and horrifying scream instantly shattered the tranquility in the residence, casting a black shadow of death upon it.
...
Ann Vaughn woke up to find it already bright outside.
She reached for her phone and saw dozens of missed calls.
After choosing a few important ones to return, Ann Vaughn tallied up the value of the gifts received last night and then donated the entire amount to a charity fund.
Still in Kenny’s name.
