Susie Somrs almost slapped her face, angrily gripping Jade Shepherd’s collar, "I’ve put up with you, old woman, for a long ti! Was your heart born crooked? Cynthia Vaughn is your daughter, but Ann Vaughn is not, is that it?!"
"I’ll give you one more chance to speak nicely, or I’ll throw this face away today, to hell with respect for the elderly and caring for the young, do you believe I’ll scratch your face?!"
Don’t be fooled by how Jade Shepherd is usually domineering in front of Ann Vaughn; she only dares to be tough in her own nest.
When faced with soone more fierce, she can only admit defeat.
Just as Jade Shepherd felt so angry she was about to faint, she suddenly brightened up and looked behind Susie Somrs, "President Hawthorne, you..."
Before she finished speaking, she saw the man who was walking over lift his thin eyelids, and those cold eyes like sharp blades straight as an arrow aid at her.
"Who allowed you to take Ann Vaughn’s body to the crematorium without my consent?"
The joy on Jade Shepherd’s face imdiately froze, and a sense of fear and panic arose belatedly.
"What, what do you an? Annie’s surgery was surprising to both her father and , but fate played tricks, and things ca to this point, so to let Annie be buried sooner, we..."
Her subsequent words were stuck in her throat under the rising murderous intent of Cyrus Hawthorne’s expression.
Outside the window, today’s weather is sunny and bright.
Yet, the corridor outside the hospital room seed to carry sub-zero temperatures, just standing there made one feel cold all over.
At that mont.
Mark Joyce forcibly brought Howard Vaughn to the crematorium to retrieve Ann Vaughn’s ashes and returned here.
Cyrus Hawthorne seed to be aware and turned his gaze, his narrowed eyes accurately landed on the jar in Mark Joyce’s hand.
In an instant, a pain he had long forcibly ignored began spreading from his heart.
As if sothing extrely important was continuously being peeled away and dissipating from there.
Until it could no longer be grasped.
The calmness and restraint in Cyrus Hawthorne’s eyes shook for a mont, his hands at his sides clenched into fists, looking at Mark Joyce handing over the object, he should have reached out but didn’t move for a long ti.
"Inside here... is her?"
His voice was no longer as clear and cold as before, rather it carried a sensation like many days without water, making it sound torn, with a hint of barely perceptible embarrassnt.
"It’s Miss Vaughn, President Hawthorne." Mark Joyce sighed several tis in his heart, not knowing how to describe his feelings at this mont.
Even though he had disliked all the things Ann Vaughn did from the start, he couldn’t help but feel sympathy for her now.
Her body was not even cold, and her parents had already hurriedly cremated her to ashes.
He couldn’t help but entertain conspiracy theories about whether the rumors back then of Miss Vaughn seizing status were concocted by these ruthless parents.
Cyrus Hawthorne lowered his gaze, his Adam’s apple rolled twice, forcibly suppressing the gradually out-of-control emotions in his heart, just about to take the jar.
A pair of hands beside suddenly snatched the jar from Mark Joyce’s hand!
Cyrus Hawthorne abruptly raised his head, with a gloomy expression he looked at Susie Somrs, his tone was icy: "Who gave you the guts? Was it Silas Master Moore?"
"Annie, to keep the Vaughn Family and for grandpa, married you against her will while alive, and now she’s dead, she wouldn’t want to yield easily." Susie Somrs hugged the jar tightly, wishing to cry on the spot, but she held back the fear tightly, eting Cyrus Hawthorne’s gaze.
"President Hawthorne, please let Annie go, she’s suffered too much, too much."
"I don’t want to repeat a second ti, give her to ." Cyrus Hawthorne’s voice intensified with coldness, his gaze towards Susie Somrs even had an overlay of murderous intent!
Mark Joyce imdiately knew the protector was angry, quickly advising, "Miss Somrs, President Hawthorne is Miss Vaughn’s husband, doing this isn’t really appropriate."
Not knowing what he said wrong, Susie Somrs’ emotions suddenly exploded!
"Miss Vaughn?! You damn well know your boss is Annie’s husband, then what did you call her?!" Susie Somrs almost laughed out of anger, finished speaking to Mark Joyce, she looked at Cyrus Hawthorne’s grim face, holding the jar tighter.
"Right, the great President already has a cherished white moonlight; how could he care about re Ann Vaughn? My friend is truly foolish, waiting fifteen years only to find such a man who couldn’t even preserve her whole corpse."
"Really, so good, so very good!"
Susie Somrs’ collapsing voice echoed repeatedly in the corridor, each word precious, shaking the hearts of people.
Ann Vaughn waited for him for fifteen years?
Cyrus Hawthorne frowned tightly, suddenly rembering how Ann Vaughn looked at him on their wedding day, distinctly a look of unfamiliarity and distance, if not for that chaotic night.
They would not have the slightest contact now.
"Oh, by the way." Susie Somrs raised her hand swiftly to wipe away the tears at the corners of her eyes, sharply asking Cyrus Hawthorne, "I wonder if the great President also cremated the child, they should be with Annie together after all. Good things need to double, isn’t that so? You’ve achieved your purpose so you must be very happy now, right?!"
"Miss Somrs!" Mark Joyce hurriedly stopped her, this Miss Somrs was daring who said anything that’s so openly sarcastic.
If it angered President Hawthorne, even her brother couldn’t save her!
"Am I wrong? Does your President dare to do but not dare to admit? Saying things like ’when you grow up, I’ll marry you’ was from your great President, deceiving Ann Vaughn round and round, was also your President!"
"What, tired of the older sister, and now fancy the younger sis? Your President really is sothing!"
Susie Somrs shouted every question louder than the last, completely losing rationality.
If it were in the past, Cyrus Hawthorne would have already had Susie Somrs thrown out, no longer allowing her to make a fuss and speak nonsense here.
However, when Susie Somrs finished questioning, Cyrus Hawthorne keenly sensed sothing amiss, his narrowed eyes tightened.
At this mont, Bella Hawthorne’s tearful voice ca from behind, "No wonder, no wonder when I saw sister-in-law, I felt she seed familiar, like I’d seen her long ago; turns out I really t her before!"
"What do you an?" Cyrus Hawthorne slightly tightened his jawline, watching Bella Hawthorne’s tear-wiping appearance, asking in a deep voice.
"Brother, do you rember showing that girl when you were little, stealthily saying she was my future sister-in-law?"
"What about Cynthia?" Cyrus Hawthorne nodded, recalling Cynthia Vaughn’s childhood look, the coldness in his eyes dissipating so.
Jade Shepherd and Howard Vaughn instinctively felt the situation was bad, their hearts both raised up.
Bella Hawthorne was stunned for a mont, then refuted tearfully, "What Cynthia Vaughn! How could that girl possibly be Cynthia Vaughn?"
"I heard grandpa and another old man call her Annie girl with my own ears! Even if I don’t rember her face, I certainly wouldn’t be mistaken about that na!"
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