As her words fell, the hospital room door was suddenly pushed open, and a group of bodyguards rushed in. They pushed Ann Vaughn aside and controlled her on one side while pressing the ergency bell to call the doctor.
Ann Vaughn’s hands were still stained with the blood splattered from Cynthia Vaughn’s body, and she stood there, montarily stunned.
After a long mont, she looked at the blood in her palm and suddenly laughed, a laugh full of mockery and sorrow.
In terms of ruthlessness towards the enemy and being harsh on oneself, she was far inferior to Cynthia Vaughn.
The sa trick had been used by Cynthia Vaughn countless tis, each ti more ruthless, willing to do anything to achieve her goals, and everyone would believe her and stand by her side.
Because her heart disease had always been her most advantageous weapon, killing invisibly.
The hospital room was thrown into chaos for a mont, and Cynthia Vaughn was imdiately sent to the ergency room.
At the sa ti.
A tense atmosphere inexplicably enveloped Yann, and any mber valued by the higher-ups was assigned to carry out a major task -
Escorting the dical helicopter from the capital hospital in M Country safely to S Country.
Upon receiving the news, Sutton Jennings imdiately drove away from Aurelia.
Who knew that just as the car drove a short distance, his subordinate urgently called in.
Fearing the situation might change, Sutton Jennings pulled the car over to the side of the road and answered the call.
"Lord Shane, sothing’s wrong! A force that’s about equal to ours, suspected to be dostic, wants to intercept the helicopter. Their target is also the heart source!"
Dostic forces?
There weren’t many dostic forces bold enough to oppose Yann.
But the current situation didn’t allow for much thought. Sutton Jennings’ voice turned cold, "Pass my orders to mobilize all the manpower from the M Country branch. We must return the heart source intact!"
"Yes!"
After hanging up the phone, Sutton Jennings felt an inexplicable unease and apprehension, tightly furrowing his brows, instinctively feeling that things wouldn’t go smoothly.
If it were delayed any longer, even if he didn’t want to, he could guess what crazy things Cyrus Hawthorne would do to Ann Vaughn.
.
After a mont of contemplation, he turned the car around and headed in the opposite direction of the hospital.
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First Hospital.
Ann Vaughn was once again locked in the hospital room, with doubled security, as if she were a prisoner.
Upon hearing that Cynthia Vaughn had been stabbed by Ann Vaughn and sent to the ergency room, Jade Shepherd and Howard Vaughn were so alard that they rushed to the hospital without even finishing their al.
They didn’t first check on Cynthia Vaughn’s condition but instead went to the door of the room where Ann Vaughn was, yelling for her to roll out and pay with her life for Cynthia Vaughn.
The sharp curses were clearly audible through the door.
Only a dim wall lamp illuminated the hospital room, casting the small, curled-up figure on the sofa into shadows, making her presence even less palpable.
Ann Vaughn buried her face in her knees, making every effort to ignore Jade Shepherd’s harsh, hurtful shouts, her mind a muddled ss, her body trembling all over.
In her mind, Cynthia Vaughn’s words and actions alternated, nearly collapsing her emotional resilience.
The last appointnt she had with Cyrus Hawthorne, she hadn’t made it, a regret lingering till today.
But she never expected that Cynthia Vaughn had already t Cyrus Hawthorne a long ti ago and had told such a colossal lie...
Suddenly, Ann Vaughn recalled the gossip she overheard between secretaries at the Hawthorne Group.
"I heard the President and the Second Miss Vaughn have known each other since childhood, as childhood sweethearts."
"That’s old news, okay? Let tell you, the reason why the President dotes on the Second Miss Vaughn is because she risked her life to save him when they were kids!"
"Oh my God, how is this not a scene from a romance novel? Nowadays, faithful, handso, and wealthy n are so rare."
At the ti, her attention was caught by other gossip, so she didn’t really register what they were saying afterward nor gave it much thought.
She knew very well that Cynthia Vaughn did not know Cyrus Hawthorne as a child, not to ntion having never t him.
The ti when she and Cyrus Hawthorne t was precisely before her grandfather was to travel far, sending her back to the Vaughn Family. Back then, she was still absorbed in the story of the little prince and didn’t want to go to an unfamiliar ho.
However, Cyrus had promised to bring her a surprise when he returned and arranged to et her in the rose garden.
Yet she still didn’t want to go, angrily grabbing him, wanting to take him to the Vaughn Family with her, but he had things to do and couldn’t accompany her.
So he accompanied her only to the Vaughn Family’s doorstep, watching her enter before he left.
When bullied and treated unfairly in the Vaughn Family, Ann Vaughn missed Cyrus Hawthorne terribly, thinking about what surprise he might give her, what story he might tell to make her forget the little prince.
But, oh, she thought and thought until she finally rushed to the appointnt.
In the rose garden, aside from the clusters of lonely swaying flowers, there was no gentle figure in sight.
That was the ti Ann Vaughn cried the most heart-wrenchingly, the most sorrowfully.
At the ti she didn’t understand, but as she grew up, she gradually realized that it was a kind of heartache that had foreseen their eventual miss like that appointnt, yet was unspeakable.
But if from the beginning they were not ant to miss, would not miss?
When destiny beca a man-made lie and calculation, all she did was self-consolation, relaxed her mindset, bore and concealed her affection, fearing that he would find out and beco his bother.
All beca a joke!
Ann Vaughn’s lips curved, covering her eyes with her palm, trying to laugh, laughter spilling from her throat, yet tears flowed continuously down her palms.
Bang—
Just then, the hospital room door was forcefully pushed open from the outside.
Ann Vaughn lifted her tear-stained small face, turning her head, she saw that familiar tall figure striding towards her, clad in black, traveling-worn and dusty.
Her heart tightened inexplicably, and just as she was about to say sothing, his hand suddenly gripped her neck, her breath stilled!
"Ann Vaughn, you think just because only your heart can save Cynthia, I wouldn’t dare lay hands on you?" Cyrus Hawthorne’s dark eyes were chillingly cold and lethal to the extre, each word rolling back from the snowy ground.
So icy and penetrating, it made one’s blood run cold!
His strength was extrely ruthless, causing Ann Vaughn to open her small mouth with difficulty, half-opening her eyes, her face flushed red, struggling helplessly with her hands but unable to pry his hand away.
For a mont, she couldn’t tell whether her heart hurt more or her body hurt more.
Just when Ann Vaughn thought she might die at his hands, Cyrus Hawthorne released her, looking at her with eyes full of deep-seated disgust.
Then, he tossed a docunt onto Ann Vaughn’s face, his voice indifferent and icy, "Sign it, after the surgery, we go our separate ways."
Ann Vaughn choked and coughed several tis, like a drowning person finally grabbing a piece of driftwood, able to swim ashore at last.
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