Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 979: Assault in Broad Daylight

For two consecutive days, Ann Vaughn immersed herself in the laboratory at Vaughn Clinic, researching the method to prepare the recovery potion.

The unique medical text mentioned that this is a complex potion, with a much higher difficulty level, and Ann Vaughn failed several times before she found her way.

Sherry brought desserts and drinks twice and saw Ann biting on a mint candy, looking utterly exhausted, and immediately laughed.

"Are you stumped by the compound potion?"

Ann Vaughn blinked, "I wish that were the case, then I could figure out a way to conquer it. But the issue of missing ingredients really can’t be solved."

Some things you might achieve if you work hard enough, but things you don’t have, you just don’t have.

Now she understood Breeze’s feelings.

After hearing this, Sherry picked up the manuscript on the table and took a look. Having read various medical books herself, her knowledge of medicinal materials was quite extensive.

But Sherry found that she didn’t recognize any of the medicinal materials written on it.

"These...could they all be materials that have already disappeared?" Sherry clicked her tongue, and seeing Ann frown in frustration, she said, "Hold on a moment."

With that, Sherry put down the desserts and left the laboratory.

After a short while, Sherry returned to the laboratory and said to Ann, "The Gilded Pavilion said they could find some of the medicinal materials on that paper, and they will send them to us shortly."

Ann Vaughn crushed the mint in her mouth, staring blankly at her, "Why is The Gilded Pavilion helping us?"

"Do you remember, the owner of The Gilded Pavilion’s son was in a coma for two years after a car accident, and you were the one who cured him. They are very grateful to you." Sherry explained.

Ann Vaughn: ???

Is this what they call planting trees for others to enjoy the shade?

Though she’s the one who planted the trees and also the one enjoying the shade.

With this, even though not all the medicinal materials were gathered, the manufacturing of the recovery potion could at least progress instead of being at a standstill.

Ann was just about to continue the preparation when the phone on the desk rang.

After hesitating for a moment, she picked it up, "Hello?"

"Hello, is this Miss Ann Vaughn?" came a warm and thick male voice from the other side, "I am Dean Hale from the National Institute of Medicine."

"What can I do for you?" Ann, having been working non-stop for three days, wasn’t able to comprehend immediately, rubbing her temples as she asked.

Dean Hale chuckled, "The formula you had Chief Lynch pass to me last week, after conducting several tests, we’ve found that the initial procedures are feasible, but the later stages are..."

He didn’t finish his sentence, but Ann understood what he meant.

Ann grabbed a pen and paper from the side and said to him, "I think you might have made a mistake during the fusion step of the drugs, and the dosage might not have been right. You can try..."

After thoroughly resolving his queries, Ann’s throat felt a bit parched, "That’s pretty much it. What’s left should be easy to understand as long as you grasp the connections."

Dean Hale laughed with undisguised appreciation, "Thank you for helping us with these issues. If there’s an opportunity in the future, you must come and have a discussion with us."

"Sure, absolutely."

After hanging up, Ann returned to her work, realizing only much later.

Who did that person say he was just now?

The Director of the National Institute of Medicine?!

...

Two more days passed.

With limited resources, producing the recovery potion was genuinely challenging, so Ann opted to make a few bottles of a lower-grade version of the potion instead.

The efficacy was lower compared to the recovery potion, but better than nothing. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

After tidying up her things and leaving the clinic, she glanced at her phone; it was already past 1 AM.

Thankfully, she had driven herself out today, and since it was late already, she didn’t bother calling Elliot to pick her up, striding quickly towards where she parked.

As she walked, she fumbled in her bag for her car keys and was just about to open the car door when her eyes unintentionally landed on the car window, revealing the reflection of another person’s figure!

A sullen face with eyes full of hatred, as if wishing to drag her down to hell together—

Who else could it be but Zachary Lancaster?!

Ann’s eyes shrank in fear, and at that critical moment, she quickly dodged to the side.

A loud "bang" sounded!

The iron rod in Zachary’s hand dented the car body; if Ann hadn’t dodged quickly, she might have had a cracked skull!

Zachary pulled out the iron rod, closing in on Ann step by step.

Ann immediately threw what she had in her hand at his face, and taking advantage of his obstructed view, she ran!

"Run?" Zachary spat out the cigarette in his mouth, grinning arrogantly, eyes bloodshot with madness, like a demon straight out of hell.

The footsteps behind her were in relentless pursuit, pounding in her ears as her heart raced like a drum, her mind tightly strung as she dashed forward!

The next second, she felt something strike behind her knee, causing her leg to twist and sending her tumbling to the ground.

The iron rod rolled several times on the ground before stopping.

Ann propped herself up with her hands, the pain in her bent leg intense, aching with every movement.

Beads of sweat formed on the tip of her nose, her teeth clenched tightly on her lower lip, her face turning a ghastly pale.

It’s over...

In an instant, despair entirely consumed Ann’s heart.

"Ah—"

Ann was startled by the sound and turned to look, only to see Zachary being flipped to the ground, face down, crying out in pain.

"Let me go! Do you freaking know who I am? Believe it or not, I’ll make—ah!!"

The situation flipped just like that.

Another person walked up to Ann, carefully helping her up, "Miss Vaughn, are you alright? I apologize for startling you."

"Who are you...?" Ann looked at the unfamiliar face in front of her, eyes filled with uncertainty.

"I am someone sent by Chief Lynch to ensure your safety, please don’t have any doubts."

Did Mr. Linden actually send someone to protect her?

Ann’s eyes widened slightly, quickly understanding why, and she sincerely thanked the person in front of her, "Thank you, and please convey my thanks to Chief Lynch as well."

"Rest assured, this person committed such an act of violence in broad daylight, disregarding the law. We will certainly punish him severely." The person spoke softly and gently, fearing to scare the young girl in front of him with reddened eyes.

In a region as strictly governed as the Imperial Capital, it was truly a sin that such violent acts could still occur in public.

Look at how frightened the young lady was.

The people sent by Chief Lynch split into two groups, one taking Zachary to the patrol bureau, while the other escorted Ann safely home before leaving.

Even though Ann wasn’t injured, only shaken up, it still ignited the fury of Elliot, the doting brother.

First, there was an attempt at his brother in the middle of the night, and now a scheme to harm his sister...

Even though Stanley Sheridan constantly advised him to tolerate the Lockwood Family, at this critical point, if Elliot can still endure, then that’s just ridiculous.