Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 986: The Curse

If everything is really as Susie Sommers speculated, this vermilion mole is a warning.

So, who is so painstakingly trying to prevent her from being tempted by other men?

Without a doubt.

It must be Warren Vance, who considers himself her fiancé.

If you combine the anomalies surrounding her with his incredible identity, it doesn’t seem that hard to understand.

Thinking of this, Ann Vaughn rubbed her temples, her delicate eyebrows frowning even tighter.

The puzzle was obviously solved, but she felt more troubled.

If it were a man-made phenomenon, she could think of ways to cope with it.

But this anomaly, like a vampire curse, not to mention her, perhaps only a god would know how to resolve it...

"But it’s strange..." In her moment of confusion, Ann Vaughn heard Susie Sommers hesitantly speak up, "How did the vermilion mole at the corner of your eye suddenly disappear? Is there any pattern to it?"

Pattern...

Ann Vaughn’s eyes froze, the red mark on her face had vanished after she...with James Vaughn, and so did the mole.

But, but could it also be just a coincidence?

Just as Ann Vaughn’s thoughts were running wild, Susie Sommers suddenly leaned in, looking at her flushed face with a suggestive gaze, and asked, "Girl, tell me honestly, were you doing something naughty with James Vaughn when the mole disappeared?"

Bang——

Ann Vaughn’s head buzzed, and being confronted with Susie Sommers’ blunt words, her blush deepened, spreading temptingly to her ivory-white earlobes.

She hurriedly denied four times in a row, "What do you mean ’doing something naughty’! Don’t guess randomly! We didn’t! We weren’t!"

Susie Sommers snickered, "Can’t you see your face blooming like spring? It’s so obvious, how could you not have?"

Ann Vaughn fell silent, reaching out to rub her cheek, only to softly ask after a while, "...Is it really obvious?"

"Hahaha!" Susie Sommers couldn’t help but laugh, almost rupturing her wound, "You’re so cute, I was just testing you, I didn’t expect to actually trick you."

Ann Vaughn: "...Childish!"

"Don’t be shy. From where I stand, the old saying goes, ’to untie the bell, the person who tied it must do it,’ you..." Susie Sommers was halfway through her sentence when her phone suddenly rang.

Seeing the text message notification, Susie Sommers frowned unhappily and reluctantly opened it to check.

"What’s the matter?" Seeing Susie Sommers not looking too happy, Ann Vaughn gently asked.

Susie Sommers shook her head, "My mom texted me, asking me to go to room 5201 at the Imperial Hotel."

"Your mom wants to see you, why arrange to meet at a hotel?" Ann Vaughn asked in confusion.

"It’s my grandmother who wants to see me, how could it be my mom wanting to see me?" Susie Sommers said self-mockingly, "Ever since she married into the Master Moore Family, she’s been desperate to distance herself from those poor relatives in her family and won’t let me visit them. But what she doesn’t know is that I secretly visit my grandmother every year."

Susie Sommers’ parents divorced when she was young, and she lived with her grandmother before being taken to the Master Moore Family by her mother, Rhonda Pierce.

Even when she agreed to go back to the Master Moore Family with Rhonda Pierce, it was because of her grandmother’s insistence.

Otherwise, given what Rhonda Pierce did back then, Susie Sommers would barely tolerate not hating her to death, let alone willingly go with her?

If Rhonda Pierce wanted to meet her, she wouldn’t even think about it and would directly refuse, but she couldn’t refuse her grandmother who had loved her since she was a child.

Every family has its own difficulties.

Ann Vaughn didn’t say anything but instead found a small box in her bag and handed it to Susie Sommers.

"I’m going." Susie Sommers opened the box and was immediately captivated by the necklace inside, "Where did you buy this? The design is so exquisite and unique."

"It’s not just that. There’s a miniature camera hidden in the crystal in the middle of the pendant, and on the side, there’s a small mechanism that sprays a drug when pressed," Ann Vaughn explained, "I can’t visit you often, having this will give me peace of mind."

Little Dumpling made several for her to play with, but Ann Vaughn couldn’t use them all.

Thinking of Susie Sommers being alone in the hospital and having been troubled by someone before, Ann Vaughn casually brought one for her.

Susie Sommers fondly caressed the pendant, listened, and then gave Ann Vaughn a bear hug, "You’re the best to me! Love you to death!"

Ann Vaughn smiled sweetly but suddenly felt that someone was watching her from behind.

She quickly turned to look around and saw the guard who claimed to have been sent by Chief Lynch to protect her walking toward them with a skinny man.

"Miss Vaughn, this person has been sneakily taking photos of you two just now; do you know him?" The guard handed the camera to Ann Vaughn and asked.

"I don’t, I don’t know this person." Ann Vaughn stood up in surprise and took the camera, seeing that all the photos were of her. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

The guard looked serious, "This person is very likely to have ulterior motives against you. I’ll take him to the station for questioning to see what his purpose is."

Just as Ann Vaughn was about to answer, the skinny man shouted out, "Wait, wait! I’m just doing this as a paid job, if you’re going to arrest someone, arrest my employer, why arrest me?!"

"Then tell me, who hired you?" Ann Vaughn asked.

The skinny man immediately broke into a cold sweat, stammering, unable to say even a single name after a long time.

The guard didn’t give him a chance to babble on, promptly handcuffing him and taking him away.

Watching them leave, the light-heartedness Ann Vaughn felt earlier had disappeared, replaced only by deep unease.

After the incident where Zachary Lancaster attacked her, she had been wondering how he knew her itinerary so well, even knowing she was at the temple at that specific time.

Turns out he had someone watching her.

No, that’s not right.

Zachary Lancaster is now at the station, and Elliot has people watching him. He couldn’t possibly send someone to continue monitoring her.

Then...that leaves only Lucy Lock.

Ann Vaughn’s gaze grew colder and colder. If Lucy Lock didn’t let her live in peace, she would return the favor tenfold.

...

The next day.

The scene was a quaint tea house with a tranquil and elegant environment.

Each seat was separated by embroidered bamboo screens, with two potted plants placed in front, the lush leaves not only serving as decoration but also blocking the view.

Inside the screen, the aroma of tea filled the air, refreshing the mind just by breathing it in.

"The scholars in our institute who usually like to criticize others are all praising that young lady to the skies." Dean Hale chuckled as he poured himself a cup of tea, "Now they compare her to their disciples every day."

Mr. Linden sipped his tea before placing it aside, smiling as he said, "Giving the young ones some pressure is good. They’ve been at The Medical Institute for so many years, as top domestic elites, stagnation is the worst. There’s always someone better out there."

Dean Hale nodded in agreement, "But for that young lady, I’m keen to bring her into The Medical Institute. I recall that one or two months ago, she even submitted the results of her independent research on a cancer cell inhibitor, free of charge?"