Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 968: You Are My Brother

Those bastards!

Just burning their research materials is too easy on them!

Suppressing her anger with effort, Ann Vaughn said to Eli Sheridan beside her, "I will definitely find a way to cure him, I won’t let that situation hap... huh?"

Before she could finish speaking, she found her left hand suddenly being held by Eli Sheridan.

Earlier, Eli Sheridan noticed that Ann Vaughn’s left hand seemed off.

Looking closely now, he discovered her palm was covered in blood marks, with flesh turned outward, and blood continuously oozing out.

Perhaps subconsciously feeling the pain, her slim, onion-like fingers were trembling slightly, white fingertips filled with scratches, looking extremely pitiful.

Seeing this, the always gentle and tolerant Eli Sheridan showed a slightly reproachful expression for the first time.

"You don’t know your hand is injured? Why did you keep it to yourself and not say anything?"

"Uh..." Startled by his scolding, Ann Vaughn paused momentarily, feeling a bit guilty for some reason, and quietly said, "I didn’t notice earlier, and it’s just a surface wound, it doesn’t hurt much..."

It did hurt, but Ann Vaughn wasn’t used to acting pitiable in front of "strangers," so she naturally didn’t voice it out.

The materials provided by Cyrus Hawthorne had basic information about Wilder Sheridan and the Sheridan Family, but didn’t include their photos, so she didn’t associate Eli Sheridan with them.

But how could Eli Sheridan not see her current thoughts?

He felt helpless but more so heartbroken.

"Even if it doesn’t hurt, you need to disinfect the wound, apply medicine, and bandage it properly," Eli Sheridan sighed deeply, trying to speak gently, "A girl’s hand, scars aren’t good. You need to take care of yourself."

After saying this, he picked up the medicine kit beside him and gently led his little sister’s hand towards the sofa.

Ann Vaughn, for some reason, didn’t resist, obediently following him to sit down, allowing him to treat and bandage her wound, her head in a dizzy fog.

"...Why are you so nice to me?" After holding it in for a while, Ann Vaughn couldn’t help but ask.

She could see that Eli Sheridan’s care for her was genuine, not for any other reason.

But that made it even more baffling.

Being unrelated... why is this person so concerned about her?

Hearing this, Eli Sheridan felt a mix of emotions, his fingers fidgeting with the Buddha beads in his hand.

If he was truly a good brother, how could he have allowed his sister and brother to be so gravely injured?

And how could his sister be so surprised and in disbelief by just this little show of care?

Ultimately, it’s all because he failed to protect them.

Ann Vaughn didn’t notice Eli Sheridan’s complex expression. She glimpsed at his Buddha beads, and once again, a few images rushed through her mind, followed by a sharp pain.

As the pain subsided, the images in her mind became clearer.

"Perhaps... Is your name Eli Sheridan?" Ann Vaughn asked hesitantly, her small face pale.

"You—" Eli Sheridan’s eyes trembled, looking into Ann Vaughn’s, excitement bursting in his heart, "You remembered?!"

Ann Vaughn rubbed her temples hard, shaking her head, "Just a little bit, not completely, but I remembered something else..."

She paused for a second, then said, word by word, "You’re my brother?"

Upon hearing the long-absent call of "brother," Eli Sheridan was overjoyed, the emotion in his seemingly indifferent eyes growing.

"Yes, I am your brother, your biological brother." Eli Sheridan joyfully repeated.

Worried he would scare Ann Vaughn, he restrained his urge to hug her, lowered his head to apply medication to her, calming his emotions.

Secretly thrilled, if Father and uncle knew that Sweetie remembered him first and called him, they’d probably be consumed with jealousy.

Seeing Eli Sheridan’s hands slightly trembling as he picked up a cotton swab, Ann Vaughn found it amusing. Why was he so excited?

Just now, she thought he pretended not to recognize her because he didn’t want to acknowledge her as his sister.

Unexpectedly, her calling "brother" made him drop the act.

But strangely, why did Eli Sheridan say, "You remembered?"

Could it be... he actually knew she had amnesia?!

"Annie, it’s all thanks to you that Wilder could have a narrow escape." Eli Sheridan said after finally calming down, "But next time, I hope before you do anything, you can ask me or someone you trust for help."

"We’re always behind you, you don’t have to fight alone."

You don’t have to fight alone.

These words made Ann Vaughn’s nose tingle, brewing feelings of joy and sorrow in her heart, temporarily choking her voice.

After a long while, until Eli Sheridan finished bandaging her and closed the medicine kit, she solemnly said:

"I’ll repay you!"

Eli Sheridan: "???"

Father Sheridan suddenly felt bittersweet all over again.

...

Ann Vaughn, having expended too much energy today, soon fell asleep on the sofa.

Eli Sheridan carried her to the bed, tucked her in well, and then left the room.

Breeze had been waiting outside for a while, and seeing Eli Sheridan come out, he said, "Those kids’ injuries are severe, almost crippling. It’s really tragic. How’s your brother?" 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"Annie treated him and he took medicine; his life is saved, but we’ll have to see what happens next," Eli Sheridan said with a slight frown.

"Quite normal. I had the residue on them tested, you’d never guess what it was for," Breeze smirked coldly, "Reversing age, reverting to youth."

Eli Sheridan was slightly surprised, "Is it ’Zero’?"

This time Breeze was surprised, "You actually know? Yes, apart from ’Zero’, no other organization would be crazy enough to use living humans for experiments just for that damned eternal youth."

Who knows what kind of pervert is behind ’Zero’.

Eli Sheridan’s gaze was cold, without responding.

Breeze continued, "Your sister has drugs that can extend life, if the leader of ’Zero’ finds out, she’ll be in big trouble. Maybe this time Wilder’s ordeal is related to the drug she has."

"Wilder’s misfortune is unrelated to Annie," Eli Sheridan narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing Breeze, "But, how do you know about this?"

"She once used this drug to save someone, naturally leaving traces," Breeze waved off, "For the sake of my brother, I’ve cleared all traces, short-term, no one will trace it to her."

Recalling the incident, Eli Sheridan sighed lightly in his heart.

No regrets in their choices, Annie wouldn’t regret saving that person, and naturally, neither would he.

All he needs to do is clear the path for her, eliminate all troubles.

That underground lab can’t be left standing.