Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 966: Never See the Light of Day

"Let me kindly remind you that soon you’ll end up just like them, spending your whole life obediently confined within a container, never seeing sunlight. Instead of worrying about others, maybe you should start worrying about yourself."

Confined within a container, never seeing sunlight?

"Do you think I’ll let you butcher me without resistance?" Ann Vaughn clenched her fingers, suppressing the intense anger in her voice.

"Do you think you can find a way out now that you’re here?" The secretary mocked with a sneer, then clapped his hands, "Someone, take her away and ’clean up’ thoroughly."

As soon as his clapping echoed, several guards emerged from the corner of the laboratory, quickly advancing towards Ann Vaughn!

The secretary saw Ann Vaughn’s pale face, the smirk on his own face deepening.

In this place, there are plenty of means to break a stubborn spirit...

Click, click, click.

Suddenly, a few soft sounds echoed, and the entire research laboratory was plunged into darkness.

"What’s going on? Who turned off the lights? Hurry, turn them back on!" Thinking about the people in the innermost labs, cold sweat trickled down the secretary’s forehead.

If it’s only a light switch problem, that’s fine, but if it’s a power outage... that would be disastrous!

In the pitch black, chaos erupted throughout the laboratory.

After what felt like a full five minutes, the laboratory’s lighting was restored, and the secretary finally let out a sigh of relief.

But before he could fully exhale, the relief got stuck in his chest.

All around the laboratory, there was no sign of Ann Vaughn?!

"Where did Ann Vaughn go?! Find her immediately!!"

With this angry shout, the guards rushed out in pursuit.

Meanwhile.

When the darkness enveloped everything, Ann Vaughn hadn’t even reacted before a hand grabbed her wrist, pulling her out of the lab at a sprint.

Sprinting all the way to the elevator, the person swiped an ID card over the sensor area, and the elevator finally began to ascend.

Ann Vaughn gasped for air, finally catching her breath, but when she saw the person’s face clearly, her eyes widened.

"Zane... Zane Lancaster?!" 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

It was him?!

Zane Lancaster raised his eyes to look at her and said calmly, "You already figured out my identity, didn’t you?"

That’s why he never received another one of her drawings.

Ann Vaughn pressed her lips together, feeling complicated under his gaze, "You’re part of the Lockwood Family, why are you helping me?"

From the moment he appeared, Ann Vaughn was certain it was the Lockwood Family that brought her here.

"No reason." Zane Lancaster didn’t waste time answering meaningless questions, simply said, "I can only get you to the surface, once you’re out just keep running forward, in at least ten minutes you’ll see the big..."

"What about the people in the lab?" Ann Vaughn bit her lower lip, recalling Wilder Sheridan trapped in a container like a dead man, feeling a pang in her heart.

Zane Lancaster remained expressionless, "I can only save you, not everyone. Besides, no one can snatch anyone from that gentleman’s hands."

"This underground research facility has a total of nine levels, you just saw one of them, because it’s at the bottom, it’s the safest yet also the least guarded. But all together, there are at least a thousand people on the other levels."

"If you alert everyone here, forget the experimental subjects, even you won’t escape."

Experimental... subjects?

Wilder Sheridan is being treated as an experimental subject?!

"I have to go back." Ann Vaughn firmly clenched her hands, staring at Zane Lancaster with determination, "Don’t trouble yourself, I’ll go back alone, I won’t drag you down."

Zane Lancaster showed a trace of shock, "Are you insane? You do realize going back means you’ll—"

"Die." Ann Vaughn remained unwavering, "Even so, I have to try. My brother is still inside, hanging by a thread, I can’t leave him behind."

Just a brother, is he really more important than your own life?

Zane Lancaster was speechless, watching in silence as Ann Vaughn exited the elevator, step by step running back into hell.

That bewilderment in his eyes threatened to overwhelm him.

Ann Vaughn didn’t notice the strangeness in Zane Lancaster, peeling off her white skirt while extracting two pills from the neckline of her original top.

Just as she returned, she bumped straight into the guards who had been chasing her.

Ann Vaughn crushed the pills in her hand and scattered them into the air!

As the guards rushed to grab her, the fine powder fell from above, inhaled into their nostrils without any defense—

Thud, thud, thud!

The guards in front of her fell one by one, unconscious.

Ann Vaughn took their ID cards, stepped over them, and headed straight for the lab.

Her left hand wasn’t idle, extracting all the pills hidden in her clothes, an entire handful!

The lab door was open, before entering Ann Vaughn took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down and make clear judgments before stepping inside.

The secretary was alone within the lab, hearing the noise he thought the guards were back, yet didn’t expect to see Ann Vaughn.

"You—"

He just opened his mouth, and Ann Vaughn flicked her wrist, propelling the pills into his mouth, dissolving instantly, too quickly to spit out.

"You fed me... what, what—"

Thud.

The secretary’s words were cut off as he fell to the ground like a dead fish, utterly silent.

Ann Vaughn didn’t hesitate, scattering the powder throughout the lab before finding a hammer to break open the glass container trapping Wilder Sheridan.

Thud, thud, thud, thud.

Heavy sounds echoed continuously within the lab, filling the air with dread.

After who knows how long, a streak of blood seeped from Ann Vaughn’s fingers, the glass container finally cracking open a small hole.

Ann Vaughn’s eyes lit up, she aimed for that small gap and struck hard!

Spider-web fractures spread around the small opening, followed by a loud "bang" as the entire container shattered!

Ann Vaughn dodged in time, avoiding injury from the shards.

Wilder Sheridan inside the container wasn’t so lucky, his body marked with various wounds, blood streaming.

Ann Vaughn rushed forward, using her skirt to wipe clean the liquid on his face, then prizing open his mouth to insert a repair pill and pressing his acupoint to make him swallow.

Wilder Sheridan’s barely perceptible breath gradually began to recover.

This place is dangerous, Ann Vaughn intended to carry him away immediately.

But upon seeing the other four containers, with more lives hanging in the balance, she hesitated.

These are four living souls...

Only hesitating for two seconds, Ann Vaughn bit her lip, stood up again, and hurried towards the nearest container with the hammer.

...

At the rear door of the underground research facility.

As time ticked away, Zane Lancaster’s heart sank bit by bit, his mind calmly beginning to ponder.

If Ann Vaughn didn’t emerge within five minutes, then he would...