"Still trying to escape?" Cyrus Hawthorne’s jaw tensed slightly, his cold and restrained words seed to burst from his throat, a drop of sweat trailing down the hard line of his face.
Seeing Ann Vaughn trying to retreat, he cruelly curled his thin lips, stretched out his strong arm, and pulled her back, twisting her hands behind her with one hand.
This forced her to press closer to his chest, with no chance of escape.
Ann Vaughn let out a muffled groan, her delicate eyebrows not as tightly pursed as at the beginning, yet she still felt pain.
She pressed her red lips tightly together, saying nothing.
Cyrus’s thin lips slightly parted, releasing a low chuckle.
He lifted Ann Vaughn’s turned-away face; the temperature in the car was so scorching that even the breath was hot.
A mont of entanglent... the car door was slightly ajar for ventilation, with the air filled with lingering scents.
Exhausted, Ann Vaughn had curled up in the back seat and fallen asleep, covered by a pure black suit jacket, revealing only her exquisitely beautiful face with cheeks flushed like peaches, looking as though she’d been hurt.
Cyrus sat beside her, his long legs elegantly crossed, his handso refined face full of satisfaction, with a crimson thin cigarette between his lips.
Not that he intended to smoke it, but perhaps to ease the underlying irritation within.
After a long while, the driver received instructions, returned to the car, and slled the odd scent that made him too afraid to even show an expression, nervously driving off.
"To the hospital," Cyrus calmly instructed, raising his arm to press his slightly aching brow.
Ann Vaughn, curled up at one side, heard the voice and wearily opened her tired eyes halfway, asking, "Aren’t we going back to the manor?"
She rembered that Cynthia Vaughn was at the hospital now, so did Cyrus really need to take her there too?
"Didn’t you not want to go back?" Cyrus glanced at Ann Vaughn indifferently, a hint of barely perceptible mockery in his eyes.
Ann Vaughn hid her face under the jacket, eyes still slightly moist, "If I said I didn’t want to, would you consider my thoughts?"
Clearly not.
Not last night, nor today in the car.
The smile at the corner of Cyrus’s thin lips deepened, slightly chilly in its aning, "You indeed have great self-awareness."
This sentence made Ann Vaughn’s heart sink a little, blocked by an unspoken suffocation; though her body was exhausted to the extre, she didn’t feel like sleeping anymore.
The car stopped under the hospital building, and Ann Vaughn waited alone in the car for about an hour, yet Cyrus did not co down.
After almost ten more minutes, the driver received a call and then told Ann Vaughn, "Young Madam, the Young Master has sothing to deal with, I’ll take you back first."
Then he started the car and left the place.
Upon hearing this, Ann Vaughn’s eyes dimd, and her red lips curved into a light, mocking smile.
It must have been that sothing unexpected happened to Cynthia Vaughn, so he’s staying to accompany her tonight.
She couldn’t describe the feeling, as if there was a ball of cotton blocking her chest, just uncomfortable and stuck.
Perhaps the most evident difference between her and Cynthia Vaughn is that the forr is a replacent to be demanded at will, while the latter is the true love that must be touched cautiously.
In the private manor.
Consud with worries the previous night, Ann Vaughn only awoke at noon the next day, her spirit not entirely restored.
However, the obvious changes in the dishes and dicinal als on the dining table caught her attention.
The dicinal als weren’t for nourishnt; based on the sll, they seed to be... for protecting the pregnancy?
"Miss Vaughn, here’s your dicine. Rember to take it after your al." At this mont, Auntie Golding ca out of the kitchen with a cup of hot water and a packet of dicine.
Ann Vaughn looked at the variously colored pills in the packet, confused as she stared at her, "What’s this?"
"This is pregnancy dicine, prescribed by the doctor for you."
Doctor?
Ann Vaughn blinked her eyes, completely befuddled.
She didn’t recall when she last saw a doctor, aside from the regular monthly prenatal checkups; she hardly saw any doctors.
The saying that a physician does not heal themselves was only applicable to her when it concerned the child.
"I saw a doctor visit the manor the night before last, they seed to have looked at your condition and then left. All these were prepared under the gentleman’s instructions; he truly cares for you." Auntie Golding offered the complints willingly.
The night before last...
The first things that entered her mind were so unhealthy hues, causing Ann Vaughn to gently rub her forehead, silently reprimanding herself.
Yet Auntie Golding’s words stirred ripple after ripple in her heart.
Her imdiate reaction was not delight but disbelief.
She knew better than anyone how much Cyrus detested the child she carried; in his eyes, this child symbolized becoming a weakness, rational to the point of cruelty.
Even when he pushed her out that night to save Cynthia Vaughn, Ann Vaughn had once suspected he aid to use soone else’s hand to cause the child’s demise.
But if he abhorred this child so much, why go through the futile effort of doing such things?
Truly unpredictable, his heart’s intentions difficult to gauge.
Ann Vaughn bit her lower lip and summarized with these eight words, choosing not to ponder over the deeper aning behind Cyrus’s actions, continuing her al.
At the sa ti.
In the Hawthorne Residence living room.
"Mom, why isn’t my brother at ho? His own sister cos back from abroad and he doesn’t even show up to greet her; it’s really too much!" Bella Hawthorne, having been trapped by nightmares all night and sleep-deprived, walked into the living room with low spirits.
"Vivi, you’re awake. Your brother is busy with work. Besides, you didn’t inform the family about your return today, who can you bla?" Laura Quinn affectionately pulled Bella’s hand, her eyes full of love and tenderness, "You’ve lost so much weight, didn’t eat well abroad, did you?"
Bella rubbed her eyes, "I missed your cooking, Mom. Is brother at the office now? I’d like to ask him for a favor."
Laura then asked her what was so urgent, and though Bella didn’t want to worry the family, she knew she couldn’t avoid a bout of questioning if she intended to find the girl from last night, hence she hesitized but eventually recounted the previous night’s events.
Instantly, Laura’s face turned pale with shock.
She adored Bella, this younger daughter of hers. There had always been so alienation and unfamiliarity with Cyrus, having not raised him by her side since childhood. However, it was different with Bella.
This daughter had been raised dearly in her hands since she was young, naturally fostering a much deeper bond.
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