Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 973: Who Needs Saving?

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Lynch faintly sensed that what was about to be said next might not be something she should hear.

"I’ll go get you some tea and snacks. Take your time talking," Mrs. Lynch said with a smile and then got up to leave the ward.

After she left, Mr. Linden asked, "What exactly does that formula do?"

"It extends lifespan." Ann Vaughn took out an envelope and placed it on the table beside Mr. Linden, "When taken by someone at death’s door, this medicine can extend their life by at least five to eight years."

What?!

Mr. Linden was undeniably shocked by her answer.

If he hadn’t personally experienced Ann Vaughn’s superb medical skills before, he might not have believed her words today.

Mr. Linden opened the envelope and carefully examined the formula inside.

"If what you say is true, the value of this formula could bring you immeasurable honor. Why don’t you keep it for yourself and instead choose to give it to the nation?"

Mr. Linden looked inquisitively at Ann Vaughn, trying to find some abnormality in her expression.

However, there was none.

Ann Vaughn chuckled lightly, her eyes clear, "To practice medicine is to bow for a lifetime; I seek no fame, only to benefit others."

"Hahaha, what a noble motive—to seek no fame, only to benefit others!" Mr. Linden’s last trace of doubt disappeared, and he looked at her with admiration, "Alright. For that statement alone, I’ll help you with this."

The weight on Ann Vaughn’s heart was finally lifted, and she nodded with a smile, "Thank you, Uncle Lynch."

"If this formula can truly be applied in medicine, it should be me thanking you on behalf of everyone," Mr. Linden said jovially.

"Then I’ll wait for your good news."

After chatting briefly with Mr. Linden, Ann Vaughn didn’t stay much longer and took her leave.

She had just reached the vicinity of the elevator when Reese Lynch called out to her.

"Annie, wait!" Reese Lynch hurried over and slipped a business card into Ann Vaughn’s hand, "I’m sorry, I’ve been preoccupied with too many things lately and almost forgot what you asked me to do. Please don’t mind."

She didn’t mention it, and Ann Vaughn almost forgot about it.

"It’s alright, I just wanted to ask your friend something. It won’t take long," Ann Vaughn replied with a light smile, unconcerned.

After the incidents involving Wendy Wallace and Cecelia Chandler, she no longer intended to seek out "strangers" to understand her past.

There was ultimately no need.

Shortly after Ann Vaughn left, Mr. Linden handed the envelope to Secretary Langdon, instructing him to personally deliver it to the director of the National Institute of Medicine.

"Also, send some people to protect Ann Vaughn’s safety. Do it quietly, without alarming her," Mr. Linden instructed sternly, "That child might have gotten entangled in some troublesome matters, which is why she had to give up such a valuable formula."

Ann Vaughn had immense gratitude toward the Lynch Family, and now that she was in trouble, Mr. Linden naturally wouldn’t stand idly by.

"Yes, sir," Secretary Langdon replied without further questions, taking the order to act.

...

Vaughn Clinic.

Sherry walked into the lounge with afternoon tea and saw Ann Vaughn still in a daze, the tape recorder in her hand playing the sound of a wooden fish incessantly, making everyone’s head spin.

"Are you seeing through the world and about to enter monastic life? You’ve been listening to that wooden fish sound all afternoon." Sherry waved a hand in front of her eyes, amused.

"Huh? I just lost track of time."

Coming back to her senses, Ann Vaughn casually took a piece of cake and popped it into her mouth, then straightened up and placed the pile of documents back on the table.

If she hadn’t come to ask Sherry a question, she wouldn’t have realized that she had indeed created a life-extending potion in the past.

The original formula and steps were identical to what she had written in the envelope, with only slight differences.

Previously, she might have been happy, since it proved that her research direction was right.

But now...

"By the way, Sherry, have I ever used a life-extending potion to save someone?" Ann Vaughn asked curiously, brushing the crumbs off her lips.

"Of course, you have, and it was two people."

Ann Vaughn’s eyes lit up, and she held up a piece of cake, moving it closer to Sherry, "Tell me about it?"

A complicated expression appeared on Sherry’s face, "The first was about two years ago, someone you accidentally saved abroad using a semi-finished product. You know this person too."

"I know him? Who is he?"

"...Warren Vance."

Thunk.

The piece of cake in Ann Vaughn’s hand fell onto the sofa, her eyes immediately turned blank, taking a long time to process the information.

"So I knew Warren Vance two years ago?!"

Just as she finished speaking, Ann Vaughn suddenly remembered something, her body jolting, "Wait! If you know who I saved two years ago, how come you don’t know who Cyrus Hawthorne or my son is?!"

After realizing she was Aquarelle Vaughn, Ann Vaughn originally thought she could learn about her past from Sherry.

Only to be told—

"We usually only talked about work stuff, so I wasn’t very familiar with your personal life."

Meeting Ann Vaughn’s questioning gaze, Sherry remained completely composed: "Life-extending potions are part of work too, so it’s not surprising you would tell me about it. But I truly don’t know much about your private affairs."

Is that so?

Ann Vaughn eyed Sherry suspiciously, but reluctantly accepted her explanation.

"Besides that, what else do you know about Warren Vance?"

She stopped probing, allowing Sherry to breathe a sigh of relief, "You saved him two years ago, but in return, he kidnapped you and took you to Gothasen, confining you there for six whole months."

"Eventually, turmoil erupted within the Gothasen Royal Family, catching Warren Vance off guard, giving you the chance to escape from Gothasen..."

At this point, Sherry suddenly realized she had revealed too much.

But upon seeing that Ann Vaughn didn’t seem troubled by it, she relaxed a bit.

Ann Vaughn didn’t notice Sherry’s odd demeanor. Her lips twitched, "How could a semi-finished life-extending potion possibly save someone? Also, Warren Vance doesn’t seem like someone who needs saving; after all, he is..."

A vampire.

Born ageless and immortal, able to heal instantly when injured, why would he need someone else’s aid?

Most likely, at the time, she didn’t know he was a vampire and was deceived by him.

"What were you just mumbling about?" Sherry asked curiously, looking at Ann Vaughn.

Ann Vaughn shook her head slightly, then asked, "And who is the second person?"

Before Sherry could answer, someone knocked on the door to the lounge.

"Boss, there’s a Mr. Ji outside looking for you," a staff member’s voice came from outside.

Mr. Ji?

Ann Vaughn was momentarily stunned, then quickly stood up, saying to Sherry, "Sherry, I’ll leave through the back door in a minute; help me stall him for a while!"

"You’re not going to meet him?" Watching her suddenly flustered demeanor, Sherry asked, suppressing a laugh.