Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 963: Return Date Uncertain

Early the next morning.

The horizon gradually brightened, and as the first rays of morning light pierced through the clouds, the golden sunlight streamed in through the skylight of the study.

Ann Vaughn happened to be sitting underneath and frowned slightly from the sudden brightness, then opened her eyes.

Her gaze lingered on the clock on the wall for a few seconds before she realized and sat up straight, rubbing the corners of her eyes.

She had actually spent the entire night reading in the study...

Unable to sleep after tossing and turning last night, Ann thought of going to the study to find some obscure books to induce sleep.

But unexpectedly, she read through the entire night, only taking a short nap when her eyes became too tired.

Ann stretched lazily and got up to put the books back on the shelves one by one.

When there was only the last "book" left in her hand, she suddenly paused.

"...319 Exile File of Mordane?"

This doesn’t seem like a book? And she didn’t remember taking this out?

Ann frowned in confusion and casually flipped through a page or two. It was just some basic information on people, nothing special.

After glancing at a couple of pages, she didn’t continue and put the file back, then stepped out of the study.

In the living room downstairs.

Julian Ford stared at the fish swimming in the glass waterway for a while, sighing as he asked, "How are we going to explain to sis later? Tell her the truth?"

"The previous sis might understand, but for the current one, to her, our brother is James Vaughn, not Cyrus Hawthorne," Evan Sawyer analyzed with a sullen face, "Think of a reason, and for Kenny too, it won’t be easy to fool him."

His words made sense, and Julian unusually didn’t argue with him, "Should’ve known better to go along as well." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"The situation over there is extremely complicated now, with hints of internal chaos. When our brother will return is uncertain," Evan noted, "He has a reason for having us stay in The Imperial Capital."

"Don’t forget, sis and Kenny are still..."

Before finishing his thought, Evan closed his mouth.

Julian was puzzled as to why he stopped talking until he saw Ann Vaughn walking in.

"Sis... Miss Vaughn, good morning. You’re up quite early," Julian spoke awkwardly, wiping the sweat in his heart, grateful Evan stopped talking just in time.

If sis heard that, things might have gotten ugly...

"You’re up early too," Ann smiled faintly, but her eyes showed little emotion, "If you’re looking for James, he should be at the company now."

He didn’t come home last night.

Evan quickly spoke up, "No, we’re here to see you this time."

"See me?"

"Something urgent came up at the overseas company. He took the ten o’clock flight last night. But he specifically asked us to inform you before he left, so you wouldn’t worry."

Hearing this, the heavy stone blocking Ann’s heart all night shifted slightly, and she nodded, "Thank you for telling me all this. Did he mention which country he went to and when he’ll be back?"

Evan immediately looked to Julian, hinting for him to answer.

"He’s in The Grendall Region, and at least half a month, at most two months before he returns," Julian responded calmly, showing no signs of nervousness on his face.

"Miss Vaughn, during the time James is away, if you need any help, just contact us. We’ll come immediately," Evan added.

Was this also something James asked them to do?

Annie pressed her lips slightly, her gaze flickering momentarily before agreeing with a smile, "Alright, I will."

After breakfast on the 8th, Julian and Evan left.

Distractedly spreading jam on bread and handing it to Kenny, Ann recalled their earlier conversation, lost in thought again.

She had planned to have a proper talk with James once he returned.

Unexpectedly, before she could have that talk, he went abroad, with no definitive return date.

This filled Ann’s heart with an unnameable sense of loss, gradually replacing her bitterness and anger.

"Mommy," Little Dumpling’s soft voice snapped Ann back to reality, "Grandpa had everything you left at the villa sent over, did you see?"

Ann had fallen sick so suddenly before, leaving her things behind without a chance to retrieve them.

"Mommy will go up and check later," Ann felt slightly embarrassed, having not realized it at all.

Upstairs, Ann found the peach wine she made with Cyrus Hawthorne, along with other things, had been sent over by the Old Master Hawthorne.

After organizing everything, Ann went out.

...

As the first batch of Ice Skin Pills reached customers, noticeable improvements in their skin appeared within three days of usage.

Many girls deeply understood and loathed persistent skin issues such as acne, spots, and dull skin tones.

While the Vaughn Clinic could treat these issues, the cost of a single visit was too much for many students to bear.

But the Ice Skin Pill was different.

Though pricey, most people could afford it, and it was convenient and effective.

Most importantly, it worked quickly without any side effects.

The Vaughn Clinic’s promotional microblog was flooded with rave reviews from customers.

——I’ve never been so grateful for my single-thirty-year-old quick fingers! I knew Vaughn Clinic products would never disappoint! Love it!

——Now I regret it, truly regret not stocking up more. I’ve finally brightened my naturally dark skin a bit, and there’s not enough Ice Skin Pills left!!

——Why is there no restock?! Ann Vaughn, where are you?! Your employees are slacking! The stock’s gone and there’s no restock!

——President Vaughn, do you need a leg accessory? I have a master’s degree, can cook, and do house chores, even warm the bed! Just give me a box of Ice Skin Pills a week!

——Mr. Hawthorne: You’re done for.

——Hahaha, when will they remarry? I don’t ask for much, just that on their wedding day, Ice Skin Pills are not limited to one per customer!!

Of course, among the good reviews, there were some negative ones, such as complaints about being given a taste but not being able to get full.

Reading these comments nearly made Ann laugh out loud; these netizens were truly creative.

Clearly, not all netizens were like those foul-mouthed trolls.

"Ice Skin Pills are complex to make, and your standards are high. Anything less than optimal ends up in the trash. Those wanting a restock might have to wait until next month," Sherry commented, both happily and painfully.

Ann chuckled, "Good things are worth the wait. Quality control needs to be strict; we can’t tarnish our own brand."

"We don’t mind waiting, but not everyone is that patient," Sherry hinted knowingly.