With Warren Vance’s interruption, Ann Vaughn found herself wide awake. She instinctively searched for Cyrus Hawthorne’s number and dialed once more.
No doubt, it was still turned off.
Of course, it had been less than six hours; there was no way he could have reached his destination so quickly.
Ann Vaughn lay on her pillow, looking at her phone screen, feeling for the first ti how slowly ti crawled, with an indescribable lancholy in her heart, yet also a hidden sense of relief.
Relieved that Cyrus Hawthorne was not here at the mont.
Otherwise... her thoughts would not escape his watchful eyes.
...
The next day, at the First Hospital.
Two days ago, Hex had already woken up. He learned from his companions that it was solely thanks to Ann Vaughn and Breeze’s fearless efforts to detoxify his fingertips that he survived, and he was filled with gratitude.
Seeing Ann Vaughn enter, he wanted to put down his dicine bowl and get up to thank her.
"Just lie down properly, I and Breeze went through a lot of trouble to save you, not for your thanks." Ann Vaughn stopped his actions and then said, "I ca because I have a question to ask you."
"Please ask, Miss Vaughn. I will tell you everything I know!"
"I guess that Cyrus Hawthorne must have visited after you woke up, and you must have told him everything you saw at Zeus Base, right?"
"Yes."
Ann Vaughn’s gaze slighted, "I heard that before you fell unconscious, you ntioned a Hawthorne to the rescue team. Do you know if that gentleman is soone from the Hawthorne family?"
Hex hesitated for a mont, then resolutely said, "I don’t know."
"No, you know." Ann Vaughn looked at him calmly, "You not only know who that person is but also know that person is very important to the Hawthorne family, and to Cyrus Hawthorne, perhaps so important that before he left, he instructed you not to tell if I asked."
"Is that person called Nathan Hawthorne?"
Hex’s pupils contracted, unable to hide the shock on his face as he looked incredulously at Ann Vaughn, "Miss Vaughn..."
Ann Vaughn smiled faintly, placing the supplents she brought on the table, and continued, "Can you tell the truth now?"
Since she had already guessed it, Hex’s continued concealnt would be futile.
He had no choice but to spill everything.
Indeed, the "gentleman" in the underground research facility and the mastermind behind Zeus Base was Nathan Hawthorne, the forr head of the Hawthorne family who went missing over twenty years ago.
Zeus Base had been secretly researching techniques to reverse aging, and Nathan Hawthorne, as the initiator, had done a lot of things that incited public wrath.
The mysterious viruses that previously appeared worldwide, followed by the OX virus, and the Red Rat plague in Eland, were all masterminded by Zeus Base.
But their reason for spreading these viruses was not to cause havoc.
It was to prove their theory that "To change, you must first destroy." If just one infected person could survive the virus outbreak without relying on any dication, it would prove their theory correct.
Unfortunately, they eventually failed, which is why they stopped spreading the viruses.
Then, there was the transformative serum that almost killed Wilder Sheridan, which also failed.
After three attempts, if this research fails again, Zeus Base will lose financial support from multiple sources, and Nathan Hawthorne’s assets alone will not be sufficient to maintain the base’s normal operations.
Therefore, they were determined to acquire Ann Vaughn, a pri experintal subject.
Upon hearing this, Ann Vaughn couldn’t help but ask, "What is the relationship between Cyrus Hawthorne and Nathan Hawthorne?"
Apart from Old Master Hawthorne, she had not t any other relatives of Cyrus Hawthorne. Perhaps she had seen them before, but unfortunately, she had no impressions.
Moreover, since Cyrus Hawthorne rarely ntioned his family, Ann Vaughn never asked.
Hex hesitated for a mont, "He is... the family head’s father."
Nathan Hawthorne is Cyrus Hawthorne’s father?!
Ann Vaughn widened her eyes in disbelief. What an international joke is this?
The person who’s been secretly opposing her and wanting her dead is actually Cyrus Hawthorne’s father?!
Seeing Ann Vaughn’s shocked expression, Hex worried she would misunderstand, quickly said, "Miss Vaughn, please don’t get it wrong, all those things were done by Nathan Hawthorne alone, the family head didn’t even know he was alive, much less know he was behind all this."
"I know." Ann Vaughn’s eyes were complicated. No wonder Cyrus Hawthorne didn’t tell her a word beforehand, probably worried she would hold it against him because of Nathan Hawthorne.
But she is not soone who can’t distinguish right from wrong.
Nathan Hawthorne is Nathan Hawthorne, and Cyrus Hawthorne is Cyrus Hawthorne. Though father and son, they are fundantally different.
Cyrus Hawthorne would never harm her for personal gain.
Right now, she was only worried whether Nathan Hawthorne had beco so deranged that he would go after his own son...
Ann Vaughn didn’t even know how she left the hospital building, but in a blink, she found herself standing under the sun.
The scorching sun hung high in the blue sky, the temperature was sweltering, and the sunlight falling on her body was simply an ordeal.
Ann Vaughn stood still for a long ti, suddenly recalling Kenny’s birthday not long ago on the island. She forgot to bring sunscreen, but didn’t care and wanted to run into the sea, only for Cyrus Hawthorne to yank her back.
Before their relationship was confird, on days when the sun was particularly harsh, he would always remind her to put on sunscreen.
After their relationship was confird, he stopped reminding her but would personally apply it for her before letting her leave.
But today...
At this point in her recollection, Ann Vaughn suddenly shivered all over.
Oh no, what’s wrong with her?
Why did she keep thinking about him at random tis, since when did she beco so sentintal??
Stop thinking!!
"Miss Vaughn? Are you Miss Ann Vaughn?" a male voice suddenly ca from the side.
Ann Vaughn looked up in confusion, eyed the visitor suspiciously, "Do you know ?"
"My na is Chase Shaw. Previously, when I was negotiating a partnership with President Hawthorne at Hawthorne Corp., I accidentally saw your photo on his desk, so I recognized you right away."
Chase Shaw walked over with a dicine bag, his temple bruised, and a few scratches on his face, as if soone had hit him.
Chase Shaw?
Isn’t that the na of the person sent by Deep Blue Group to the country?
Ann Vaughn’s eyes imdiately took on a layer of vigilance.
"I have already resigned from Deep Blue and officially joined the Hawthorne Group, so you don’t have to look at so warily." Chase Shaw chuckled.
Ann Vaughn slightly let down her guard, "Did you call for sothing?"
"No, I just wanted to let you know that Joyce Chancellor was taken abroad by her father. She has been diagnosed with a ntal illness and sent to a sanatorium for secret treatnt, so she won’t be bothering you anymore."
"Hmm... but Joyce kept repeating that you want to harm her, want to drain her blood, sothing like that, Deep Blue might not let it go easily."
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