Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 993: My Wife Is About to Run Away
After reading the last part, Ann Vaughn’s expression turned blank following the disappearance of her smile.
Could anything be more horrifying than this?
So, I was actually a villain all along?
No wonder Cyrus Hawthorne would fool around outside all the time, changing women more frequently than clothes, not even caring about her and the child.
So it turns out that this marriage was something she had stolen from the very beginning?!
Ann Vaughn, what good things have you done in the past...
Ann Vaughn bit her lower lip tightly, her fingertips almost piercing her palm, and then she saw that the article suddenly disappeared, with a line of red text appearing in the middle of the screen.
[This message has been retracted.]
Immediately after, Joyce Chancellor sent several apology messages.
——For You Always: Sorry sorry Miss Annie! I was originally forwarding this to a colleague, but accidentally sent it to you! Ahhh, I’ll apologize with my life!!
——For You Always: I only found out today that the CEO’s ex-wife has the same name as Miss Annie, I was just gossiping about it with a colleague, not intentionally trying to annoy you! Really sorry!!
Looking at her messages flooding the screen, Ann Vaughn’s lips twitched slightly, feeling like a fishbone was stuck in her throat.
Since she knew she sent it to the wrong person, why didn’t she retract it immediately, but instead waited until Ann had read the whole article before trying to cover it up by retracting the message?
Though she wasn’t someone who liked to speculate about others’ intentions, she wasn’t a fool either.
Not wanting to think too much about Joyce Chancellor’s purpose in doing this, Ann Vaughn directly blocked her.
...
The Emerald Courtyard.
The piercing sound of sirens broke the silence of the night.
In the room at the far right on the second floor, the smell of blood was overwhelming, and the messy bed was stained with mottled blood, looking shocking.
Zane Lancaster panted as he knelt by the bedside, leaning on the edge trying to stand up but immediately fell back.
His sleeves were covered in blood, and a blood-stained fruit knife lay by his feet, with blood dripping from the tip, pooling on the floor.
When Lucy Lock rushed into the room with a group of people, this was the scene they witnessed.
The Deputy Mayor quickly checked on his son, only to find that his son was nowhere to be seen in the room?!
"What have you done to my son?!" The Deputy Mayor grabbed Zane Lancaster by the collar and lifted him up, asking with eyes wide open, "Where have you taken my son?!"
A drop of sweat trickled down Zane Lancaster’s pale cheek, his eyes bloodshot, looking terrifyingly murderous.
"Speak!" The Deputy Mayor punched him in the face, his tone full of hatred.
The secretary, worried that the media might catch this scene later, hurried forward to stop him.
Lucy Lock also pretended to persuade, saying, "Deputy Mayor Morgan, it’s all my fault, knowing that my stepson has been mentally unstable since childhood, yet still letting him out, which led to harming your son... I am deeply sorry."
"Had I known this would happen today, when his father entrusted him to me, I would never have indulged and pampered him due to his illness, I would have taught him better, it’s all my fault..."
At this point, Lucy Lock sincerely covered her mouth and cried.
Her own son was harmed in the Lockwood Family, and the murderer was still Lucy Lock’s son, how could Deputy Mayor Morgan not harbor resentment towards the Lockwood Family?
However, Lucy Lock’s words somehow alleviated Deputy Mayor Morgan’s anger towards the Lockwood Family.
Since Zane Lancaster was mentally ill and not Lucy Lock’s biological son, and her husband had long passed away, in terms of relationship, Zane Lancaster was hardly related to the Lockwood Family. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮
More importantly, this meant that however Deputy Mayor Morgan decided to deal with Zane Lancaster, to avenge his son, the Lockwood Family would not interfere.
"Take him down, and have those people below bring this beast back for a proper interrogation, make sure to find out my son’s whereabouts!" Deputy Mayor Morgan ordered the secretary with a stern face.
"Yes, I will take him down right away," the secretary nodded and stepped forward to help Zane Lancaster up, pressing his shoulder to lead him out.
With so much blood on the bed, even if Deputy Mayor Morgan’s son could be found, it seemed very unlikely to be in good shape.
Although killing while mentally ill is not a crime, with Deputy Mayor Morgan’s methods, Zane Lancaster’s future would not be easy either.
Zane Lancaster, under the influence of drugs from Lucy Lock, had no strength in his body to resist.
But as he passed the weeping Lucy Lock, he paused and said in a disappointed tone:
"This is the last time I call you Mom, from now on we’re even."
"The things you’ve done have truly broken my heart. From now on, I’ll consider myself not having a son like you," Lucy Lock uttered these words heartlessly, turning her face away to avoid looking at Zane Lancaster again.
After the secretary took Zane Lancaster away, Lucy Lock went forward and stopped the fuming Deputy Mayor Morgan.
"Deputy Mayor Morgan, this is indeed our Lockwood Family’s fault. Although Zane Lancaster is not blood-related to our family, we hold responsibility for his mistakes," Lucy Lock declared righteously, "Whatever punishment you decide, we, the Lockwood Family, will accept without a word."
Hearing her stance, plus the fact that it was she who exposed Zane Lancaster’s crime, even though Deputy Mayor Morgan had grievances against the Lockwood Family, they dissipated.
...
The atmosphere at No. 8 was mysteriously somber these days.
After Ann Vaughn woke up from her coma, she returned to No. 16, which was nothing unusual in itself, but strangely, she used to come to No. 8 every morning, noon, and evening, but now she didn’t come at all.
As a result, the two hosts of No. 8 were in quite a bad mood.
The servants dared not make a sound, being extremely cautious, fearing any mistakes, making the atmosphere quite oppressive.
"Mommy hasn’t told me a bedtime story for three days," Kenny said, looking pitifully at the porridge bowl in front of him, slurping while sneaking a glare at Cyrus.
Cyrus Hawthorne looked indifferent, calmly finishing his breakfast, then stood up, taking the coat from the back of his chair, "I’m going to the company."
"Your wife is almost gone, and you still have the mood to go to work," Kenny scolded him in his childish voice. "Even if you become an emperor and have the whole world in your grasp, what’s the use if you can’t win the heart of a beauty?!"
"...What TV show have you been watching recently?"
"Oh, an ancient costume drama that Uncle Sheridan once acted in. The plot isn’t great, but his acting is quite good."
"..."
Cyrus pressed his brow; why was he here discussing Wilder Sheridan’s acting skills with a little kid?
Thinking about Ann Vaughn, who had been deliberately avoiding him recently, Cyrus Hawthorne felt his headache, which had just healed, starting to act up again.
On the other side, in the Vaughn Clinic.
Though Aunt Flo hadn’t yet paid a visit, Ann Vaughn was feeling gloomy, as if she had, lacking motivation to do anything.
