Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 977: Some Knots Are Better Untied Than Resolved
As soon as the parents of those four people left Room 8, they prepared to call the bureau, determined to expose Ann Vaughn’s "evil deeds".
However, while their condition wasn’t as severe as Wilder Sheridan’s, it wasn’t much better either. They were barely holding on thanks to the medication prescribed by Breeze and Ann Vaughn in succession.
If suddenly cut off from their medication, wouldn’t that cause problems?
The parents didn’t have time to make a call; they hurriedly took them to the hospital.
Unfortunately, they were just barely hanging by a thread, indistinguishable from those at death’s door.
Upon hearing this bad news, the parents staggered, nearly losing their balance.
"If anything happens to my son, even if I die, I’ll drag that vile woman to the grave with me!" one mother said with hatred. "Darling, go handle the discharge paperwork, we’re going to the Lockwood Family now. They must have a way to cure our son!"
Her husband was about to move when the attending doctor came over. "We’ve identified the cause of the illness in your children. Please give us some time; we will cure them as soon as possible."
The parents suddenly displayed excitement. "Really? Doctor, you’re not lying to us?"
The attending doctor nodded with a smile. "It’s true. Thanks to Miss Vaughn’s help, we quickly figured things out. Your children are fortunate."
Miss Vaughn?
The parents exchanged puzzled looks. This title... Where had they heard it before?
The smile faded from the face of the first mother who spoke. With a bitter laugh, she said, "This hospital must be crazy; they’ve teamed up with a lunatic, isn’t it enough harm done to my son?!"
"Staying in this hospital will get us killed sooner or later! Darling, let’s go handle the discharge!"
Watching that couple leave, the other three pairs of parents hesitated, unsure whether to follow, when the attending doctor said disapprovingly:
"Do you know how many people want an appointment with Dr. Vaughn but can’t get one? Dr. Vaughn is helping your children free of charge, out of good intentions, so how can that be harming them?"
Dr. Vaughn?!
The three sets of parents looked on in shock. "Doctor, is the doctor you’re referring to...?"
"The owner of Vaughn Clinic, Miss Ann Vaughn."
The three sets of parents suddenly recalled their previous actions, then looked at Ann Vaughn’s generous gesture today. Instantly, they were so ashamed their faces turned red, unable to lift their heads.
If they had known that young lady was Ann Vaughn, they wouldn’t have spoken rudely to her no matter what.
But not only did she overlook their actions, she was still willing to help their children...
Now they were full of regret, extremely regretful.
Ann Vaughn didn’t care if they regretted it or not.
Despite her dislike for those undiscerning parents, when she learned the four had barely a breath left in them, she couldn’t go against her conscience and handed the treatment methods to their attending doctor.
But that was all she would do.
"I really am not a good doctor," Ann Vaughn murmured, suddenly annoyed by the noise of the wooden fish clappers in her ears.
Realizing this, she looked up at the recording pen nearby, straining her ears.
Thud thud thud...
Clang clang clang...
Among the flowing melodies, the abrupt sound of wooden fish clappers intertwined with the music, a true torment.
Ann Vaughn sat up straight, her eyes lighting up with joy.
Having listened to the wooden fish clappers for so long, they were nearly cleansing her mind, and her ears were no longer hearing just the tranquil sounds of mountains and flowing water.
Picking up her phone, Ann Vaughn made a call to Echo Lynch.
As soon as the call connected, Ann Vaughn heard the sound of a woman coughing on the other end.
"You’re a day late with this call compared to what I expected," Echo Lynch said.
Ann Vaughn’s bright eyes widened slightly. "You knew I would call you?"
"Is it because the music contains the sound of wooden fish clappers?" Echo Lynch continued.
Ann Vaughn cautiously looked around her room. She now suspected Echo Lynch might have installed surveillance in her room.
How could she even know about this??
She hesitated to reply, but Echo Lynch didn’t mind. "Rest assured, this just means your psychological suggestion has been lifted. It’s not a big deal."
"But I can still hear the music, not just the sound of the wooden fish clappers..."
"Psychological ailments should be tackled, not undone. The heaviness of your heart’s affliction isn’t just about feeling unsafe towards the outside world or a lack of belonging," Echo Lynch said thoughtfully. "Unless you find out what ties your heart, can I help you?" 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢
"...How do you know I don’t know?" Ann Vaughn asked suspiciously.
Is this person really a psychologist??
Not a prophet??
"You lost your memory, didn’t you? It’s obvious."
Hearing this response, Ann Vaughn was silent for two seconds before she asked, "Since my psychological suggestion has been lifted, can you help me recover my memory now?"
Echo Lynch didn’t even pause to think: "No."
"Why not?"
"One shouldn’t be greedy," Echo Lynch finished saying just as she heard two beeps from the phone.
The other party had hung up.
Echo Lynch rarely felt at a loss for words, then suddenly heard a gentle laugh from behind.
"Why are you pushing clients away?"
"Your illness has been getting worse, I already planned to stop counseling until you’re better," Echo Lynch said, massaging the back of his head helplessly. "But this client was referred by Julian Master Moore, so I made an exception."
Julian Master Moore had helped him quite a bit, and he had to repay the favor somehow.
But more than anything, Echo Lynch wanted to focus on his family, what did the rest matter to him?
"You, cough cough—" the woman coughed several times, her voice growing weaker. "It’s getting late, go to sleep earlier, the medication will be the same to deal with in the morning."
"You sleep first, I’ll be done soon," Echo Lynch nodded repeatedly, though his hands didn’t stop moving.
The woman shook her head helplessly, not persisting any further.
...
After a frenzied search, Ann Vaughn finally found the charger to rescue her dead phone.
Sighing at her phone’s home screen, Ann Vaughn got up, put on her slippers, and walked to the door.
Reaching Wilder Sheridan’s room, Ann Vaughn clapped her hands, waited for the sensor light to turn on, and walked inside.
When she lifted her eyes to the scene beside the bed, her mind suddenly buzzed as if it exploded.
"Ah——"
Gathering all her strength, Ann Vaughn let out a piercing scream, and rushed towards Wilder Sheridan’s bedside.
Only to see a shadow standing by the bed, the short knife in its hand nearly plunging into Wilder Sheridan’s heart!
But upon hearing Ann Vaughn’s jarring scream, the shadow’s hand jolted, and the short knife deviated, stabbing Wilder Sheridan in the arm instead!
Having missed the vital spot, and seeing Ann Vaughn running over, the shadow hesitated for a second, then viciously withdrew the knife and stabbed at Wilder Sheridan’s heart again—
