Wilder Sheridan had just woken up, and Ann Vaughn was a bit worried about his health, so she didn’t go to the clinic these past two days, instead staying at ho to make dicinal als for him.
While Wilder was enjoying himself, the Hidden Guards positioned outside were having a hard ti.
They had to endure both physical and ntal tornt every day, suffering yet finding joy.
However, when another team of Hidden Guards offered to switch shifts with them, they refused without hesitation.
Ann Vaughn naturally was unaware of these little incidents. When she finished preparing the dicinal al and was about to head upstairs, Breeze suddenly arrived.
Guessing why he ca, Ann’s heart fluttered slightly, and she instinctively looked behind him.
She then saw Kenny holding a candy apple, panting as he ran toward her.
"Mommy!" Little Dumpling, as if presenting a treasure, handed the candy apple to Ann, "Kenny made it himself. If it hurts when Uncle Silas Lowell treats you later, just take a bite."
Looking at his soft and cute little face, Ann couldn’t help but smile as she accepted the candy apple.
"Sweet things can improve one’s mood. Mommy really likes this gift. Thank you, Kenny."
Little Dumpling imdiately puffed out his little chest proudly, but he noticed Ann glancing behind him several tis, so his big eyes rolled.
"Mommy, are you looking for Daddy?"
"Ah?" Ann was taken aback, a faint blush appearing on her face, and she instinctively denied, "No, Mommy was just..."
"But Daddy is sick, so he can’t co to accompany Mommy. So he sent Kenny to protect Mommy instead," Little Dumpling said in a childish voice.
Sick?
Ann’s heart tightened, and her tone was tinged with anxiety, "What kind of illness does he have? Is it serious?"
"Not serious. It’s just fatigue from a cold, so he can’t co in person," Little Dumpling hesitated to say.
If it really was just a cold, that would be good.
In fact, Cyrus Hawthorne had been in a coma for a day and a night, and still hadn’t woken up.
Although Breeze had said this was just a side effect naturally caused by the treatnt and would disappear over ti, Little Dumpling had seen with his own eyes that Cyrus’s right hand was bruised and swollen, so scary that it was almost unbearable to look at.
After soaking in the dicinal bath for two days, the swelling in his hand had slightly improved, but it was still alarming.
When Little Dumpling first saw that scene, he felt a pain in his fingers and almost burst into tears.
If Ann saw it, it would probably be even harder for her to bear.
So Little Dumpling kept the truth from her.
"It’s okay. Mommy’s not a child anymore, and your Daddy’s health is more important," Ann breathed a sigh of relief. She had recently made quite a few restorative potions and instructed Kenny to take them to him later.
After a while, Eli Sheridan ca downstairs to inform Ann that Breeze was ready upstairs.
"Alright, I’ll be right there."
Ann held Kenny’s hand and went to the room upstairs. As soon as she entered, she was greeted by an unpleasant sll of dicinal herbs.
Breeze had laid out everything needed on the table, with a scalpel, silver needles, transparent thread, and a variety of bottles and jars, looking like a vendor’s stall with all sorts of oddities.
Eli Sheridan once again showed a doubtful expression, "Dr. Silas Lowell, what are these things for?"
"You’ll find out soon enough." Breeze sat down, "You can rest assured this ti. I’ve completely mastered the essentials, and there’s at least an eighty percent chance I can heal Miss Vaughn’s hand."
Even with an eighty percent chance, Eli couldn’t help but feel worried.
"Annie, what do you think?"
"An eighty percent chance is already quite high." Ann smiled at him with her eyes curved, "Brother, don’t worry."
"Yes, it is quite high." Hearing the sibling’s conversation, Breeze sprinkled a packet of dicinal powder into a silver basin, muttering under his breath, "With precise data personally provided by Cyrus, how could the probability not increase?"
Ann was montarily lost in her thoughts and didn’t hear Breeze’s mumblings, but Eli heard them clearly.
His scrutinizing gaze lingered on Breeze for a few seconds.
"Mr. Sheridan, why don’t you take the young master outside first? Having you here might distract ," Breeze added.
This completely dispelled Eli and Kenny’s notion of staying, and they reluctantly left.
Seeing this, Ann went to the spot Breeze indicated and sat down.
"It might be a bit painful at first. I won’t give you anesthesia since it could affect the subsequent treatnt, so you’ll have to endure it yourself," Breeze explained beforehand, "This process will be relatively long, so be ntally prepared."
"It’s okay, I can endure it." Ann nodded without hesitation.
Compared to her hand never getting better, the chance to have it restored was sothing she had to seize tightly.
Even if it ant breaking into pieces, it would be worth it.
...
Outside the room, Eli Sheridan furrowed his brows in thought for a mont, then looked down at the Little Dumpling who was pressing his ear against the door, trying to eavesdrop. He crouched down to his level.
"J.B., can Uncle ask you a question?"
"Go ahead, Uncle." The Little Dumpling nodded while keeping his little ear pressed tightly against the door.
Unfortunately, the soundproofing was too good, and nothing could be heard.
Seeing his adorable dejected appearance, Eli couldn’t help but chuckle, "Why didn’t your Daddy co in person?"
The Little Dumpling was about to repeat his earlier tale when Eli gently interrupted, "Little children shouldn’t lie."
"But if it’s a well-intentioned lie, it’s different," the Little Dumpling blinked and said.
"You’re keeping this from your Mommy because you don’t want her to worry, but with Uncle, you don’t have to hide too much," Eli smiled gently, "Because, like you, Uncle only wants the best for your Mommy."
The Little Dumpling hesitated for a mont before finally revealing the truth to Eli.
Not forgetting to remind him afterward, "Uncle, you can’t tell Mommy."
Eli nodded gravely, promising him, "Uncle will keep your secret."
He would never have imagined that Cyrus Hawthorne would go to such lengths for Ann Vaughn.
But since the one benefiting from his efforts was Eli’s cherished sister, despite feeling a bit mixed about the situation, his heart was mostly filled with gratitude.
This proved that his sister had not misjudged him.
"How is your Daddy doing now? Will his hand recover?" Eli sighed softly and asked.
The Little Dumpling hesitated for two seconds, then nodded, "Uncle Silas Lowell said there’s a chance, but it requires Daddy’s cooperation."
"What do you an?"
"Daddy has never really taken care of his health. When Mommy got a virus and he tested her treatnts on himself, his health nearly broke down, but he never stopped working," the Little Dumpling said helplessly.
To this day, the Little Dumpling still couldn’t understand what made his Daddy so obsessed with that work.
Especially since he’s already wealthy enough to rival a nation.
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