Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 985: The Most Impossible Truth

At this early hour, the soft golden morning light spread across the entire backyard, as dewdrops rolled down the tips of lush green leaves, reflecting circles of beautiful halos.

Occasionally, the chirping of birds could be heard, which could calm even the most anxious heart.

Ann Vaughn slightly tilted her small face up, bathed in the gentle morning light, and the fatigue on her body seemed to dissipate a lot.

However, as she walked along, she kept hearing the servants in the garden whispering about something.

Before she could think more, Little Dumpling pulled her to run a few steps, passing through the rose archway, and arrived at the center of the backyard.

Little Dumpling pointed at the flower bed ahead, eyes sparkling as he said to Ann Vaughn, "That’s the flowers Kenny sent to Mommy!"

Previously, Little Dumpling had already told Ann Vaughn that he would bring back beautiful flowers for her, to make floral pastries.

Ann Vaughn thought they might be roses, cherry blossoms, or peach blossoms.

However, when she saw the clusters of resplendent flowers in the flower bed, she was completely stunned.

At first glance, there was nothing wrong with having flowers planted in the bed.

But upon closer inspection, one would realize that these flowers, though they appeared lifelike, were actually made of diamond petals, crystal pistils, and jade leaves, with the stems fashioned from gold—these were "Gem Flowers."

What’s more incredible was that the gemstones on them were all genuine, with no signs of fakery at all...

Simply outrageously extravagant!

"Can these... be made into pastries??" Ann Vaughn let out a soul-searching question.

Little Dumpling’s eyes dimmed somewhat, "There are only these flowers there, Kenny searched every corner but couldn’t find real fresh flowers, so he brought these back instead..."

The Black Spade Jack praised the Mirage as a one-of-a-kind wonder, yet upon entering, there wasn’t even a single blade of grass, let alone flowers.

It was probably because the palace owner loved flowers but couldn’t keep them alive.

Throughout the palace, whether in the gardens or by the roadside, there were these Gem Flowers and wild grasses made of Imperial Jade, crafted with exquisite detail, enough to pass for real.

However beautiful they might be, there wasn’t a single hint of life in them.

How could they ever live up to his mommy, who’s more beautiful than any flower?

But having already made a promise to Eve and others, Little Dumpling didn’t want to break it, so he settled for the next best thing and brought back these fake flowers.

Only, they couldn’t be made into floral pastries now...

Upon hearing Little Dumpling’s pitiful words, Ann Vaughn laughed and hugged him.

"Such a good boy, you do know Mommy—Mommy likes these worldly things best, the more the better! Mommy loves this gift so much!"

Kenny’s eyes, which had dimmed, brightened a bit again, but he was still hesitant, "But this gift isn’t very practical..."

Ann Vaughn took his little hand and walked forward, "You see, although these are fake flowers, their value surpasses countless real ones. They may seem flashy, but from another perspective, they can be quite practical too."

Kenny looked up.

"We can use the limited value of these fake flowers to contribute to the protection of endangered plants." Ann Vaughn smiled softly, "Maybe someday, we’ll see new species cultivated by botanists, even more beautiful than these. Isn’t that wonderful?"

Little Dumpling snuggled up against Ann Vaughn’s leg, eyes shining brightly at her, "Wonderful! Just like Mommy said!"

"Good boy! Mommy had previously went to the Temple of the Clear Heart to ask for a peace charm and forgot to give it to you. I’ll place it under your pillow later to keep you safe!"

"Mommy, you’re the best!"

The mother and son happily returned to the house.

Outside, the servants continued to gasp at the flower bed, even when watering other plants, they dared not get too close, lest they accidentally touch those Gem Flowers and perhaps lose everything...

...

All the proceeds from the liquidation of those Gem Flowers were donated by Ann Vaughn to the Endangered Plant Protection Fund, leaving only one as a memento for herself.

Having done all this, Ann Vaughn went out.

Although the red marks on her face had disappeared, even the vermilion mole at the corner of her eye was gone, Ann Vaughn still felt uneasy and went to the hospital for a check-up.

The results were consistent with her self-diagnosed pulse, everything was normal.

Ann Vaughn even suspected she might be possessed, yet, she clearly wears the peace charm from the Temple of the Clear Heart, famous for its effectiveness. It should have worked.

After searching around the hospital, Ann Vaughn finally found Susie Sommers basking in the sun in a secluded corner.

She mentioned her issue to her, hoping to figure out a new approach.

As expected of a scriptwriter, Susie’s imagination was impressive, responding to her question with a rapid series of inquisitions. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

"When did that mole first appear, when did it enlarge the second time, and what were you doing during the third occurrence?"

Ann Vaughn detailed it all, only to see Susie slap her thigh, "I know it now."

"You know?"

"Haven’t you noticed? Ever since that mole appeared, every time, it involved one person." Susie nudged Ann Vaughn’s shoulder softly, "James Vaughn."

Ann Vaughn couldn’t bear to hear that name, as soon as she did, her ears would heat up, and uncontrollable, impure scenes would replay in her mind.

She took a deep breath, "Get to the point."

Susie shrugged, resting her chin in her hand casually, "Perhaps you’ve fallen for James Vaughn, but for some reason, you’re not allowed to like him, and that mole is a punishment for you. The more you like him, the bigger the mole becomes until it covers your entire face, serving as a timely warning in the palm of your hand."

"I must say, I almost feel sorry for myself after saying that." Susie leaned back into the wicker chair, laughing, "If my boss knew, they’d probably praise my rich imagination."

After waiting a while without receiving a response, Susie turned her head curiously to see Ann Vaughn deep in thought, her face somber and brow furrowed.

Susie sat up straight immediately, "No way? I was just making it up, you can’t trust anyone’s word, especially not mine."

"I don’t want to believe it either." Ann Vaughn gazed downward, her long lashes fluttering gently, "But sometimes, when you eliminate all impossibilities, whatever remains, no matter how absurd, is likely the truth."

That drunken night at Cloudmere Manor, though tipsy, she retained a sliver of clarity, and everything James Vaughn said was heard by her.

She admitted that she was moved by him at the time.

And then, inexplicably developed a high fever the next day along with a growing vermilion mole.

The second time the vermilion mole grew larger was because she frequently zoned out, her thoughts always drifting toward James Vaughn while making the Ice Skin Pill.

The third time her face was covered with red marks was because...

She was moved by James Vaughn again.

No matter how absurd it sounded, intuition told Ann Vaughn that Susie’s offhand, made-up words might indeed be the answer to the puzzle that had been troubling her.