Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 976: A Chance to Turn the Tables

The next morning.

Ann Vaughn’s recovery of her right hand was pivotal to how soon she could return to her brother’s side, so Breeze was so excited that he didn’t sleep all night and came knocking as soon as dawn broke.

When Ann heard that Breeze had found a way to heal her right hand, she quickly washed up and went downstairs, only to hear sounds of a quarrel coming from the living room.

"...So you’re not absolutely confident you can heal my sister’s hand?" Eli Sheridan frowning, with an unhappy expression that conveyed one message—

Then why are you talking nonsense?

Breeze corrected him, "Given the state of your sister’s hand injury, having a forty percent chance is a blessing from above, let alone a hundred percent. Moreover, what if your sister gets lucky, and her hand is healed within that sixty percent chance?"

"Even so, there remains a sixty percent risk. If something goes wrong and my sister’s hand is forever ruined, can you take responsibility?"

"Mr. Sheridan, don’t forget, your sister’s right hand is already as good as ruined now. If you give it a try, she might have a chance to turn things around, but if you don’t, her hand will never—"

"That’s because you’re incompetent."

"Nonsense! How dare you say I’m incompetent when I am the illustrious Thousand-Faced Ghost Doctor?!"

As the tension in the living room rose to the point of a slight spark igniting flames,

Ann Vaughn hurriedly tried to stop them, "Brother, Dr. Silas Lowell, please don’t argue."

Eli Sheridan turned to look at Ann, seeing her still in the little bear pajamas he bought her, appearing so soft and gentle that his icy brows and eyes softened.

"Annie’s awake. I’ll have the maid bring breakfast to the living room; come and sit down first."

Ann hurried over to sit beside Eli Sheridan, nervously clenching her little fists, she asked Breeze, "Dr. Silas Lowell, can my right hand really be healed?"

Just having been chastised by Eli Sheridan, Breeze was beginning to question his own reality, questioning whether a forty percent chance wasn’t good enough?

Isn’t having something better than nothing??

Upon hearing Ann’s question, Breeze let out a huff, "According to ancient prescriptions, there is indeed potential for your hand to be healed. However, missing several core herbs greatly reduces the likelihood; forty percent is already pushing it."

It’s often said you can’t cook without rice, and so too can healers not heal without medicine.

Before Ann could respond, Eli Sheridan said, "Which herbs are missing? I’ll assign someone to find them immediately."

"Lu Rongyang, Lanhu, Twin Bone Melting..." Breeze listed off seven or eight herbs, pausing at the last, "And finally, Snow Grass, which is extremely effective for healing internal injuries and is superb for mending damaged bones and tendons."

Shrugging helplessly, Breeze continued, "These herbs are indispensable, especially Snow Grass, which is key to potentially healing Miss Vaughn’s hand injury. Unfortunately, it’s not just absent domestically but also overseas... Can you blame me?"

Perhaps one could find these medicines within Blackhold Nine... but who’d dare touch the Executioner’s belongings?

Thus, Breeze didn’t mention this point.

After listening, Eli Sheridan said nothing, picking up his phone and walking toward the floor-to-ceiling window.

Ann, however, brightened, uttering quickly, "I’ll go get something," and dashed upstairs.

Soon, she returned carrying a Snow Grass potted plant, setting it on the table.

"Dr. Silas Lowell, can live Snow Grass be used?" Ann asked hopefully.

Breeze, casually lounging on the sofa, suddenly sat up, leaning forward to the table, eyes widening.

"This, this... this..."

This thing, how does it so closely resemble Snow Grass!?

As someone fortunate enough to have used Snow Grass in my practice, Breeze recognized the plant before him without a doubt as Snow.

Seeing Snow Grass overseas would perhaps be less shocking, but to encounter it in S Country... impossible.

"Dr. Silas Lowell, what’s wrong?" Ann asked questioningly at Breeze’s changing expressions, "Can’t live Snow Grass be used?"

"No, it can be used," Breeze steadied his expression, keeping his tone even, "But having Snow alone isn’t enough..."

Before finishing, Eli Sheridan returned after his call, saying to Breeze, "The herbs you mentioned will be delivered to The Imperial Capital by tonight. Are there any other missing herbs?"

Breeze tested cautiously, "...All the ones I mentioned?"

"All of them."

"..."

As if suddenly carried by the cool morning breeze, the Thousand-Faced Ghost Doctor was reduced to a single tear-streaked face.

Not wanting to linger anymore and endure further blows, informing them to notify him once the herbs arrived, Breeze listlessly left Villa 16.

The living room went quiet for quite some time.

Ann looked at her brother’s expression with some apprehension, feeling inexplicably timid, "...Brother, are you angry?"

Eli Sheridan turned his head around at her words, meeting her worried gaze, and smiled helplessly.

"No, just thinking about how to minimize the risks," Eli caressed the corners of his eyes, his voice lowered, "I don’t feel entirely assured."

Even if he gathered all those herbs, Breeze didn’t guarantee Ann’s right hand would definitely be healed.

It only meant the possibility increased.

Ann hadn’t realized this, but Eli was acutely aware.

Furthermore, Breeze mentioned that this treatment only led along two paths: either success, restoring Ann’s hand completely,

or failure... leaving her right hand useless.

No third option was available.

Seeing Eli worry over her mattered, visible frustration at his brows, Ann felt a bit of her unease melt away.

"Brother, it’s okay," Ann reassured him with a hug, "I’ve chosen this path myself; whatever result awaits, good or bad, you should trust that your sister can take it."

A scruffy little brat differs entirely from a sweet, adorable sister.

Being hugged by her filled his heart with something profoundly satisfying.

Eli smiled, nodding, "Okay, brother believes in you. But shouldn’t you inform Cian... James Vaughn about this?"

He quickly shifted his words, and Ann didn’t hear the mention of Cian.

Yet hearing the name James made Ann instantly irate!

"He probably forgot all about me, living it up abroad!" Ann replied grumblingly, "And his phone number was hacked too; if he doesn’t contact me, I can’t reach him."

Recalling last time’s roadside scene, Ann felt bitterness well up inside.

Men really are unreliable, QAQ.

Eli raised a slight eyebrow, "Why do you think his phone number was hacked?"

What on earth was Cyrus Hawthorne doing to anger his sister so?

Ann replied dispiritedly, changing the subject offhandedly, "I wonder if those four people are out of danger."

Eli chuckled quietly, choosing not to press further.

Speaking of those four... describing life’s uncertainties captures their situation perfectly.