Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 958: As If She Doesn’t Recognize Him Anymore
"I was just planning to get some fresh air, and I happened to run into him outside." Susie Sommers shrugged, "Of course, I’m not narcissistic enough to think he came to see me. It’s clearly not possible."
Not so coincidentally... he might really have come to see you.
Ann Vaughn was hesitating whether to tell Susie about it when she heard Susie continue, "Annie, honestly, when I woke up after the surgery, I felt particularly unwilling."
"Unwilling?" Ann Vaughn looked at her with puzzled eyes.
What exactly was she unwilling about, Susie didn’t say.
Ann Vaughn didn’t press for more, just looked at her increasingly gaunt face over the past few days and sighed lightly in her heart.
Maybe keeping that secret for Julian Master Moore was the right thing to do.
Since Julian Master Moore already had a fiancée and was about to get married, the fact that he once visited Susie didn’t matter whether she told her or not.
It wouldn’t have any effect other than making Susie feel unnecessary heartache.
After being discharged from the hospital, just as Ann Vaughn was about to head back to Unit 8 with Cyrus Hawthorne, she got a call from Sherry asking her to go to Vaughn Clinic.
The online rumors had angered Sherry greatly, but she didn’t rush to argue with them and instead had their accounts blocked directly.
But the matter had escalated too much; blocking a few accounts wouldn’t suffice to resolve it.
When Ann Vaughn heard, she remained unfazed, her delicate face calm as if she wasn’t the one being slandered.
"Don’t get angry, don’t get angry, getting sick from anger won’t help anyone," Ann Vaughn said with leisure, patting Sherry on the shoulder to comfort her, "Let them scold if they want, are they going to curse my bank balance down by a zero?"
Sherry: "?" Is that even possible?
No, Ann Vaughn really has just lost her memory, and not been possessed by someone, right??
In the past, when she saw such negative reviews, she was furious enough to want to rush into those people’s homes with a two-meter long knife!
But despite the complaints, Sherry was more relieved by Ann Vaughn’s optimistic and calm attitude.
"It’s good that you think like that, it’s not worth getting angry over these outsiders," Sherry said. "But if this matter doesn’t get resolved, it will eventually harm your reputation. Have you thought about what to do?"
As she asked, Ann Vaughn hung up the call from the hospital, "I asked the doctor, and the elderly person who had a heart attack had been taken away the day before yesterday, and is now missing."
It seems they expected her to go to the hospital to look for him, so they prepared beforehand.
No doubt, this was the Lockwood Family’s doing again.
Even as calm as Ann Vaughn was, she couldn’t help but feel quite nauseated by their actions.
So, within that day, Ann Vaughn used extracted essence to produce an improved version of the Ice Skin Pill.
However, now was not the best time to bring out the Ice Skin Pill.
...
Making the Ice Skin Pill took too much energy, so after dinner, Ann Vaughn went upstairs to wash up.
"Why does it feel like it got a bit bigger?" Looking at the vermilion mole at the corner of her eyes in the mirror, Ann Vaughn furrowed her delicate brows.
Could this mole actually grow bigger over time?
Hope it’s not some toxin.
Thinking about it, Ann Vaughn felt it was unlikely, if there was poison in her body, the hospital would have found it during the checks these past few days.
Could it be her psychological effect?
After pondering for a moment, Ann Vaughn finished washing up and left the bathroom, quickly falling asleep on her bed.
Meanwhile.
In the children’s room.
The herbal meal tonight was so delicious that Kenny’s little belly was round with fullness, so he walked around in the room for a while to digest.
Tik-tok.
The computer suddenly made a sound.
Kenny walked over with his little legs, skipping over the news on the forum about a large sum offered for drawings, scrolling down until he finally clicked open the chat box with the Lord.
—— Lord: Someone wants to ask you to help make something small, so I’ve come to ask if you’re interested in taking the job.
The requests were all listed in the picture, just a few lines, but judging by the description, the difficulty was exceptionally high.
—— My King: What do they need these things for?
—— Lord: They’ve said it’s a secret, but the reward can be doubled, and they can grant you any request.
—— My King: Such a big promise? What does the other party do?
—— Lord: They’re in the pharmaceutical industry, and apparently have the world’s largest pharmaceutical factory. Credibility is good, they can be trusted.
Seeing this line, Kenny’s star-like eyes squinted slightly.
People from the pharmaceutical industry asking him to draft the blueprint for a mechanism cage?
—— My King: I’ll think about it and give you an answer tomorrow.
—— Lord: Okay, there’s no rush with this, just don’t forget about the plan gathering wind.
Kenny was about to reply when he suddenly heard footsteps outside the door.
Recognizing them as Ann Vaughn’s, Kenny jumped off the stool and skipped over to open the door.
And he saw his mommy walking straight past the room, clearly seeing him, yet as if she didn’t see him at all.
Little Dumpling felt hurt for a second, quickly realizing something was off.
"Mommy?" Kenny jogged over in front of Ann Vaughn, expecting her to stop, but she bypassed him and opened the master bedroom door.
Little Dumpling was stunned on the spot.
What’s up with this? Mommy’s eyes just now...
It was as if she didn’t recognize him.
No matter how Little Dumpling shouted, Ann Vaughn ignored him, and after entering the master bedroom, she started searching around.
Little Dumpling’s heart pounded, he immediately called Cyrus Hawthorne, who was still at the company, and also summoned Uncle Silas Lowell.
After hanging up the phone, Little Dumpling tiptoed to Ann Vaughn’s side.
"Mommy, what are you looking for?"
Ann Vaughn’s eyes were hollow, her lips without a trace of color slightly pursed, as if her entire body was soulless save for her hands which continued to rummage for something.
Little Dumpling leaned in closer and persisted, "Mommy, Kenny knows this place well, whatever Mommy is looking for, Kenny will help Mommy find it."
"Be it gold and silver jewels, or Daddy’s black card gold card, property deeds, Kenny can find them all!"
Seeing the commotion upstairs, Mark Joyce arrived: "..."
These words were so familiar that it almost made him want to cry.
The previously unresponsive Ann Vaughn suddenly reacted, her searching paused, and she murmured softly: "319, archive."
Little Dumpling’s eyes lit up, "Mommy, what did you say? What archive?"
But Ann Vaughn didn’t answer again, reverting to her earlier state.
Breeze, who came in later, unintentionally heard Ann Vaughn’s words and after piecing them together carefully, a certain scene emerged in his mind, causing his face to change drastically.
How could she know about that?!
Those who knew about that should nearly all be dead by now—
"Uncle Silas," Little Dumpling ran over to Breeze, "Mommy seems very uncomfortable, can you see what’s wrong with her?"
Breeze collected himself and smiled, nodding at him, "Alright, don’t worry."
