Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 967: Justice Served
Yet, before even a minute had passed, Zane Lancaster uncontrollably took a step forward, running back into the research institute.
As the elevator doors on the negative first floor opened, Zane saw Ann Vaughn being strangled against the wall, her cheeks flushed and her neck turning purplish-blue, on the brink of suffocating!
"Let her go!"
Zane shouted sharply, quickly running over to intervene.
The man strangling Ann had a sinister smile; great, another one rushing to their death.
The next second, the man’s sinister grin froze on his face.
Zane effortlessly lifted him by the collar and flung him backward as one would toss a chick.
A loud bang echoed as half of the man’s body was embedded into the dented wall, a trickle of blood dripping from his lips.
His eyes widened to the extreme, staring incredulously at Zane’s slender back.
How, how was this possible?!
But Zane paid no mind, ready to support the staggering Ann Vaughn into the elevator, when he heard her wheezing, "I... cough cough, I’m fine, help me get them inside first."
She pointed to Wilder Sheridan and four others still lying on the ground.
Zane’s eyes flashed with surprise; he had thought she went back just to save her brother, but she actually went to rescue all the experimental subjects!
If that gentleman finds out, he might be furious.
Ann had been oxygen-deprived for too long, her head was dizzy, and her limbs were weak, unable to lift Wilder Sheridan after trying for a long time.
"Let me." Zane grabbed Wilder’s collar with one hand and placed him inside the elevator.
Then he returned, carrying two people with each hand, not as gently as before, and simply tossed the other four into the corner of the elevator, letting them fall in disarray.
Ann stared, "You... have great strength."
"Not really." Zane’s gaze darkened slightly, murmuring, "I’d rather not have this strength."
His voice was too soft for Ann to catch what he said, but this wasn’t the time for curiosity; leaving here was most important.
...
Upon exiting the underground research institute, Ann Vaughn sharply noticed a car parked not far away. As she raised her guard, a man got out of the car.
He wore a simple blue Tang suit, his figure as straight as bamboo, with a handsome face and eyes like pure cold stone, icy and clean, yet faintly anxious and worried.
He saw Ann Vaughn too, and as their eyes met, a layer of delight exploded in his gaze, the Buddha Beads in his hand clacked.
Ann’s attention lingered on those beads as a sharp pain suddenly struck her head.
Fragments of broken images flashed through her mind.
"If you want to save him, then save him; if anything happens in the future, I’ll support you, and no one will dare touch you."
"Rose Rhodes may be ruthless and cold-blooded, but she’s sincere towards you, with no fear of others’ words."
"The Keaton family is powerful, second only to the Jennings Family, built not on natural advantages but on scheming. Just like how it’s no coincidence that the Keaton heir ends up in the same lab as you."
"Annie, welcome home."
"..."
This person is...
Emotion surged in Ann Vaughn’s eyes, her eyes quickly reddening and feeling unbearably sore.
Just then, from behind the research institute came a piercing alarm.
Carrying four people, Zane’s expression darkened severely, "Not good, they’ve discovered us, move quickly!"
Ann snapped back, about to nod, when a pair of hands took Wilder from her shoulders.
"Follow me," Eli Sheridan said gently, carrying Wilder with one hand and grabbing Ann’s wrist with the other, leading them toward the car.
Ann was momentarily stunned, involuntarily following in his steps.
As soon as they got into Eli Sheridan’s car and drove away, thick black smoke billowed from the research institute.
Looking through the rear window, Ann Vaughn finally felt her anger dissipate.
"What did you do?" Zane asked, his voice muffled, seeing her expression.
"Hmm?" Ann paused, then said, "Just scattered some special phosphorus powder in that lab."
Though she destroyed containers and saved people, the lab still contained harmful data and instruments, potentially victimizing others.
To truly save, one must go all out, serve completely.
Ann decided to burn down the lab, offering them a complete service package.
Zane could barely suppress his smile; the lab held plenty of important research data and experimental materials, said to be one of a kind.
With Ann’s "little" phosphorus powder scattered there, those items were likely now ash.
Indeed, it was... gratifying.
Meanwhile.
The underground research institute was in chaos, a hurricane-like turmoil.
Facing the unextinguished fire, everyone stood helplessly at the entrance, watching the contents inside bear.
"Why can’t we extinguish this fire?! What lit it?!"
"Can the firefighting crew inside hear us? Save the gentleman and the data, equipment! The five experimental subjects don’t matter!"
"Damn it, the subjects are gone! The information was incinerated!!"
"What did you say?!"
Before the person could voice their inquiry, the fire team inside shouted again, "The gentleman left via a secret passage, no need to worry!"
Upon hearing this, everyone finally relaxed their tense nerves.
Compared to the gentleman’s safety, the data and instruments’ loss was negligible!
...
Treatment in the car was inconvenient, so Ann proposed first taking them to No. 8 before making further plans.
Eli Sheridan had no objections, doing as she suggested.
Upon arrival at No. 8, Ann had Breeze brought in to assist with treatment.
Breeze wanted to say he was here to treat her amnesia and right hand, not for idle tasks, but under the circumstances, reluctantly agreed.
With Breeze’s help, Ann’s burden was significantly lightened.
An hour and a half later, Wilder Sheridan’s vital signs gradually returned to normal, color coming back to his pale face.
But...
"His bones suffered severe compression, twisted and deformed; had he been found any later, he’d have been crippled despite survival."
Ann’s gaze was solemn, her anger igniting once more.
