Ann Vaughn felt ashad, mainly because she never considered saving people as so monuntal achievent.
The accident happened at the Vaughn Clinic, and Lucy Lock had co for her. It was only natural for her to stand up and save lives.
—She is the owner of the Vaughn Clinic and has a responsibility to every guest who cos to the clinic.
Therefore, when she saw all the overwhelming praise, Ann Vaughn’s first reaction was not happiness but a flushed face.
This feeling was like getting a passing grade and being celebrated as a top student.
There was a strange sense of emptiness in her heart.
However, only Ann Vaughn would think of things so simply.
The victims and patrolling officers at the clinic at the ti were all clear about the truth.
If Ann Vaughn hadn’t risked her life to negotiate with Lucy Lock and used Zachary Lancaster as bait to persuade her at the last minute,
It’s feared that none of the people in the clinic at that ti would have escaped alive.
After all, no one knew what a lunatic with bombs all over her would do.
Just that the patrol bureau had previously done psychological work with those victims, instructing them not to disclose the case details and to avoid ntioning that they were victims, to prevent retaliation from accomplices.
This made the victims who once doubted Ann Vaughn feel a sense of guilt and gratitude, finding ways to repay her kindness.
Soon, Ann Vaughn heard the news that Zachary Lancaster had his leg broken in prison and, due to untily treatnt, he would have to rely on crutches for the rest of his life.
However, Zachary Lancaster has no future ahead of him.
As the saying goes, scum will et their end. Zachary Lancaster bore responsibility for over ten lives, impermissible by law, needing to pay with his life to calm the public’s anger.
It truly was karmic retribution.
Then Sherry told Ann Vaughn about the booking channel at Vaughn Clinic nearly crashing from too many requests these past few days, her face beaming with joy, "I thought the business would take a long downturn after this attack, but it turned out to be more booming than before..."
What’s even more shocking was that the top five trending apps in the country featured homade ads for the Vaughn Clinic.
The weekly download and usage rates of these apps were astonishing, and even a few seconds of advertising yielded equally astounding exposure.
The Vaughn Clinic was on fire.
It was a complete phenonon.
Previously, while the Vaughn Clinic was popular, its fa remained largely within The Imperial Capital, with so influence in surrounding regions but nowhere near nationwide coverage.
But today, the Vaughn Clinic achieved that.
The attack event’s buzz combined with the promotional effect of these subsequent ads pushed the clinic’s fa to unprecedented heights.
The naive wish Ann Vaughn made years ago, to make the Vaughn Clinic known worldwide, was beginning to take shape.
For so reason, Ann Vaughn felt a mix of sourness and an indescribable comfort in her chest.
She smiled and said, "I won’t be discharged for a couple of days, so I’ll trouble you to keep an eye on things at the clinic."
"Just focus on recovering, leave these small matters to ," Sherry dismissed with a wave of her hand.
Ann Vaughn noticed the bloodstains on Sherry’s sleeve, abruptly lifting her hand to ask with a frown, "Did you hurt your hand?"
But there was no sign of any wound.
"No, I must have accidentally sared it on before cooking, and I didn’t have ti to wipe it off," Sherry explained while ladling chicken soup from a thermos into a bowl.
Ann Vaughn felt warmth in her heart, "You can easily buy chicken soup outside, you don’t have to go through the trouble of personally cooking it for . It takes too much ti."
Sherry handed the chicken soup to her with a smile, "That takes no ti at all! You used to love my chicken soup the most, but since you returned to the country, I haven’t had much chance to make it for you."
An image suddenly appeared in Ann Vaughn’s mind—
Sherry, wearing an apron, was cooking in the kitchen, skillfully and swiftly, occasionally turning her head to smile and chat.
A heartwarming scene.
"Sherry is the best," Ann Vaughn said, holding the bowl with sparkling eyes.
Complexity flashed through Sherry’s eyes as she pointed to the flowers on the windowsill and said with a smile, "I’ll go arrange these flowers."
She picked up the flowers from the table and placed them in the vase on the windowsill.
The small, fresh white daisies swayed gently in the breeze, bringing a faint fragrance.
Ann Vaughn drank a bowl of chicken soup, feeling content as she patted her stomach and leaned back, only to see Sherry, standing by the window with a frown, daydreaming, her gaze seemingly unconsciously moving with sothing downstairs.
"Sherry?" Ann Vaughn asked in confusion, "What are you watching?"
It took several seconds for Sherry to respond with an "Ah," "Nothing..."
"Is there soone downstairs?"
"I’m not quite sure, it’s just that recently I’ve felt like soone might be following . I’ve quietly tried to pay attention several tis but haven’t discovered anything." Sherry smiled, "It’s all Lucy Lock’s fault, that lunatic. It makes feel uneasy about everything I do lately, afraid she’ll jump out from sowhere unexpectedly."
Lucy’s fate was sealed, unless she turned into a fish, it’s impossible for her to survive in the vast ocean.
But the still missing Micah Hawthorne was the real danger.
After pondering, Ann Vaughn said to Sherry: "Just to be safe, you should have a bodyguard with you for the next few days. I’ll arrange it for you shortly."
Sherry was one of her most trusted people and just as easily could beco a target for Micah. She couldn’t be too careful.
Given the circumstances, Sherry didn’t refuse, nodding in agreent.
"By the way, you’ve been in the hospital for so many days, why hasn’t President Hawthorne visited you once? Did you two have a fight?"
Upon hearing this, Ann Vaughn supported her chin with a sigh, her whole deanor deflated, "He’s gone abroad and won’t be back for a while."
Even the only call he managed to make recently was missed by her.
Thinking about that made Ann Vaughn feel like a wilting plant, unable to muster any energy, much less explain to Sherry that Cyrus Hawthorne hadn’t gone on a business trip but went to the Zeus Base.
To confront Nathan Hawthorne face-to-face.
"I see," Sherry smiled and said no more.
After Sherry left, Ann Vaughn deliberated for several seconds but eventually resisted the urge to call Cyrus Hawthorne.
If he’s not contacting her actively, he must have his reasons, and she just needed to wait patiently.
"Ouch!" In her thoughts, her eye suddenly twitched with pain, and Ann Vaughn sat up straight, looking at the reflection of herself on her phone screen.
Seeing the familiar vermilion mole under her eye, Ann Vaughn’s heart suddenly sank.
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