Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 962: Does She Like James Vaughn?

It might really be something, when Sherry told Ann Vaughn about today’s sales figures, she didn’t show any sign of happiness.

In the past, her eyes would have turned into gold coins.

Ann Vaughn was indeed happy, just too exhausted to show it, so she appeared rather downcast.

Sitting in the lab for a while, she finally remembered the matter of the herbal medicinal wine.

"Sherry, this is for you." Ann Vaughn handed one of the jars over, "Three times a week, a small cup before bed, it’s beneficial for your condition."

Sniffing at the aroma, Sherry’s eyes widened in amazement, "It’s brewed with a variety of herbs, right? There are several medicinal ingredients in it, all good for treating internal injuries."

As people age, various ailments are unavoidable, Sherry’s knee pain and night sweats have been ongoing for some time, and she has tried concocting her own remedies.

But sometimes they work, sometimes not at all.

She hadn’t really thought about bothering Ann Vaughn, but being busy made her forget each time, leading to the delay until now.

Ann Vaughn’s eyes slightly curved, "I hope it works. By the way, I need you to find someone to deliver this jar to the hospital for me."

...

First Hospital.

The herbal medicinal wine sent by Sherry, after undergoing a thorough inspection, was handed over to Mr. Linden.

Even though it had been checked inside and out with nothing extra found, Secretary Langdon still said worriedly, "Commander, perhaps I should take this herbal wine for further testing. It’s concerning your health, we must take it seriously."

Reese Lynch knew it was Ann Vaughn who had it sent over, and felt a bit uncomfortable hearing this.

"Uncle Langdon, Annie wouldn’t harm my father."

"It’s not that I’m doubting your friend, but purely as a precaution," Secretary Langdon explained. "Consider how many people could have come in contact with this bottle before it reached the hospital? If anything happens, your friend wouldn’t avoid responsibility."

Despite how uneasy the words made one feel, Secretary Langdon was indeed thoughtful.

Mr. Linden nodded, handing over the herbal wine, "Then take it for identification, have them be cautious, after all, it’s someone’s good intention."

"Probably it was that day when she saw you rubbing your back, Annie realized your chronic issues, and specially sent the herbal wine," Mrs. Lynch teased, "It’s fine if you do this privately, but don’t let Annie find out, or it would hurt her feelings."

Reese Lynch sighed, having a premonition that Ann Vaughn didn’t come in person likely to avoid suspicion.

Even those who occasionally watch TV would have seen her father’s face, and Ann Vaughn surely noticed it as well.

Dealing with families like theirs means being cautious in everything, easily falling under suspicion, even if the intention is mutual well-being, but it truly affects relationships.

Although Ann Vaughn wasn’t aware of any of this, Reese Lynch just felt guilty.

When the results of the herbal wine identification came out, it wasn’t just Reese Lynch feeling guilty anymore.

"The lab reported that the substances in this wine are greatly beneficial to the human body, regularly consuming it can improve health, far surpassing those tonic medicines," Secretary Langdon reported excitedly.

Before sending the wine for identification, Secretary Langdon had been thinking about convincing Mr. Linden not to drink.

Medicinal wine is still wine, after all, and Mr. Linden’s health condition forbids alcohol the most.

But he hadn’t expected such astonishing results; it’s unheard of for wine to strengthen the body!

If it weren’t the lab director saying it himself, Secretary Langdon wouldn’t believe it.

Mr. Linden smiled and nodded, but as he opened the jar lid, the smile vanished.

"The jar was full when taken, why is so much gone upon return?"

Secretary Langdon responded awkwardly, "Well, they said for thorough identification, more was used."

Actually, it was pinched by the lab staff, everyone took a small cup, and didn’t it lose nearly half?

This was only because of Mr. Linden’s status, if it were someone else, Secretary Langdon might not have even managed to get the jar out of the lab.

Seeing Mr. Linden’s regretful expression, Mrs. Lynch laughed and said, "If this medicinal wine is really beneficial to your health, we must properly thank Annie."

"Yes, indeed," Reese Lynch echoed from the side.

...

Villa No. 8.

The scenario Ann Vaughn anticipated didn’t occur, as Cyrus was still working overtime at the company and didn’t come back for dinner.

After watering the flowers and plants with Kenny in the glass greenhouse, Ann Vaughn returned to her room.

When she played the recorder, the sound of wooden fish immediately started.

The sound of flowing water immersed her, almost drowning out everything in reality, leaving Ann Vaughn unable to hear anything else.

She couldn’t understand, why people who felt happy inside couldn’t hear this beautiful music.

Instead, those with illnesses in their hearts, hear it as a heavenly sound.

Like it’s a blessing, or a benevolence.

Setting down the recorder, Ann Vaughn picked up the phone beside her, hesitated for a long time, then dialed that call.

The music played for half a minute before the other side answered.

A tender female voice came from the phone.

"Hello? He’s busy right now and can’t take the call, you could..."

Before the words were finished, Ann Vaughn instinctively hung up, her delicate brows furrowing tighter, feeling an indescribable fatigue. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

After about three minutes, the phone screen suddenly lit up.

Seeing who was calling, Ann Vaughn’s eyes showed no fluctuation, allowing the music to ring again and again without any intention to answer.

In fact, she wanted to answer it.

But the words "break up" rolled on her lips twice, always unconsciously swallowed back by her.

Does she like James Vaughn?

No doubt, she does.

But if during their relationship he was really being ambiguous with another woman, cheating behind her back...

Ann Vaughn could absolutely not tolerate it.

...

Hawthorne Group, Top floor CEO’s office.

The call placed went unanswered, until the third call automatically disconnected, Cian furrowed his brow slightly.

He glanced up a bit, sharply looking at Joyce Chancellor, "What did she say on the phone?"

"Miss Vaughn asked me to tell you, that while busy, don’t forget to have dinner." Joyce Chancellor stood properly in front of the desk, answering, "She also said to take care and not overwork."

"Nothing else?"

"Nothing else."

"Leave, and let Mark Joyce come in."

"Yes, President Hawthorne." Joyce Chancellor discreetly glanced behind the desk, just managing to see Cian’s slender hand holding the pen, and his wrist, as beautiful as an art piece.

She quickly withdrew her gaze, stood up straight, and left the office holding the file folder.

A moment later, Mark Joyce walked in, "President Hawthorne, were you looking for me?"

"Have her enter my office less in the future, understand?" Cian’s voice was deep, carrying an indescribable coldness.

Mark Joyce shuddered internally, "Yes, I understand."