Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 955: I Don’t Believe in Coincidences
Strange...
Clearly it wasn’t there yesterday.
Kenny pursed his little lips, looking at that vermilion birthmark, inexplicably sensing a bad omen.
"Turns out it was a fever..." Ann Vaughn reached out to touch her forehead, it wasn’t hot anymore, "No wonder Mommy felt extremely tired when she woke up, she thought she got beaten up last night."
But that’s not the worst.
The worst part was Ann Vaughn’s memory of last night, stopping at the point where she drank the entire pot of peach blossom wine belonging to Old Master Hawthorne, and wanted to continue drinking there.
But what happened after that...
She forgot it all.
Seeing Ann Vaughn’s face filled with despair, Kenny hesitated for two seconds before asking, "Mommy, do you really feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
"Hmm?" Ann Vaughn snapped back to reality, trying hard to soften her desperate expression, "No, apart from feeling a bit dizzy and tired, I don’t feel uncomfortable."
"But Mommy, look." Kenny handed a small mirror to Ann Vaughn, "Mommy, you have a vermilion birthmark here, it wasn’t there yesterday."
Ann Vaughn looked into the mirror, it was indeed the case.
The tiny red dot at the corner of her eye was particularly striking, making her already beautiful eyes look even more enchanting, radiating charm.
But for some reason, Ann Vaughn didn’t like it.
"Mommy remembers not having a birthmark here, could it be paint?" Ann Vaughn touched the corner of her eye and saw it couldn’t be wiped off, only then confirming it was indeed a birthmark.
Seeing this, Ann Vaughn helplessly said, "It’s just a birthmark anyway, not a big problem, Mommy will just ignore it. By the way, where’s your daddy?"
As Kenny opened the thermal lunch box on the table, he said, "He’s still talking with the doctor. To prevent Mommy from suddenly fainting again, we must find out the cause and prevent it next time."
Ann Vaughn had just checked her pulse, apart from her body being quite weak, there was nothing particularly concerning.
It should be just a sudden fainting caused by a high fever, as long as she’s awake, there’s no major issue.
"Did I make you and your daddy worry?" Ann Vaughn patted Kenny’s small head, speaking softly.
Kenny shook his head, softly said, "Kenny found out quite late, so I didn’t worry for long. Your daddy was the one who was really worried, he took you to the hospital overnight and stayed with you, worrying for you."
It’s Kenny’s first time seeing the outwardly strong and icy Archfiend appearing in front of people wearing pajamas.
This is an almost impossible misstep in the Archfiend’s life.
It shows just how worried he was about Mommy then.
After washing up and having breakfast, not long after, Ann Vaughn fell asleep again out of exhaustion.
As luck would have it, she just missed Cyrus Hawthorne who was coming in to see her.
...
For the past couple of days, Ann Vaughn’s spirits have been low, often dozing off, sleeping for several hours at a time, missing lunch and dinner.
Luckily, the hospital restaurant could deliver meals at any time, so even if she woke up late, she wouldn’t go hungry.
This situation continued until the third day and finally improved.
Awakened by the vibration of her phone, Ann Vaughn couldn’t get back to sleep, so she simply picked up her phone.
It was a message from Ron Warren—or rather, Zane Lancaster.
Yesterday was the agreed deadline to hand over a painting, but because she was disoriented and her mind muddled, she completely forgot about it...
Despite Ann Vaughn’s inherent dislike for the Lockwood family, it was her fault first, so even if she’s somewhat unwilling to deal with them, she must deliver the painting.
After all, it’s no big deal.
Half an hour later, Ann Vaughn, holding the still-wet paint canvas, left the hospital room, and as she reached the landscaped path in front of the hospital building, an elderly man hurriedly bumped into her from the front!
Ann Vaughn hadn’t steadied herself when she saw the elderly man collapse straight down, tightly clutching his chest, looking very pained.
Ann Vaughn’s face changed, just as she was about to go forward to help him up, a group of reporters carrying cameras suddenly emerged from somewhere, surrounding her in a flurry.
Even though she didn’t know where they came from, Ann Vaughn instinctively reached out to push them aside to prevent them from stepping on the elderly man.
However, the reporters disregarded everything, rushing forward like flies smelling fresh meat, holding recorders aggressively, looking terrifying.
"Miss Vaughn, do you have any grievance with this old man? Why did you deliberately knock him down?"
"You knocked someone down but didn’t help them up, do you think you are so noble that ordinary people aren’t worth your aid?"
"Aren’t you the owner of Vaughn Clinic? This old man is in such pain, why don’t you help him take a look?"
"It’s said Vaughn Clinic’s business has been poor lately because the Lockwood family only needs a single medicine to cure patients while Vaughn Clinic can’t, do you admit you’ve conceded to the Lockwood family?"
"You..."
A swarm of noisy flies.
Ann Vaughn directly reached out and slapped away the recorder shoved in her face, ignoring the reporters’ yelling, pushing them aside.
The reporters immediately raged, "You dare assault a reporter?! Just one word from each of us can ruin your reputation!"
"Go ahead, try it if you have the guts." Ann Vaughn sneered, "It’s illegal to infringe someone’s portrait rights without consent; haven’t you reporters studied the law? If you don’t step aside, don’t blame me for not showing mercy when we end up in court."
The sound of cameras clicking suddenly lessened significantly.
"Step aside, I don’t want to say it a third time."
The reporters looked at one another, under Ann Vaughn’s firm attitude, they opened up a path.
Ann Vaughn quickly came to the old man, originally thought he was someone the reporters hired to trouble her.
But unexpectedly, this elderly man really had a severe heart condition; within just a minute, his breathing was almost gone.
"Quick, go call a doctor!" Ann Vaughn turned and urged the reporters, immediately pulling out a silver needle from her sleeve, inserting it into the Zhongfu acupuncture point on the elderly man’s hand.
Then to Zhiyang point, finally to Jiquan point.
In the midst of urgency, her technique remained steady and elegant, simply watching her was a pleasure.
The reporters couldn’t take photos fast enough, completely forgetting Ann Vaughn’s previous words.
But some reporters, having elderly family members, couldn’t bear to see it and turned to call a doctor from the hospital.
By the time the doctor arrived, the elderly man’s condition had stabilized, and he was subsequently taken into the hospital.
Ann Vaughn didn’t follow but thanked the female reporter who went to fetch the doctor, enduring the soreness in her wrist, picked up the canvas from the ground, turned and headed back to the hospital.
From start to finish, she didn’t even spare a glance for the other reporters.
Ann Vaughn didn’t believe in coincidences.
Regardless of whether the elderly man and these reporters were arranged by Zane Lancaster, he surely had something to do with it.
