Cyrus Hawthorne’s deep and dark gaze lingered on her face for a mont, and he slowly said, "You know this person very well."
"I know?"
"Cynthia Vaughn."
"It’s actually her?!" Upon hearing the na, Ann Vaughn’s eyes flickered with a hint of coldness.
Previously, Cynthia Vaughn had impersonated her and deceived Sherry by taking the potion and scented balls, and she hadn’t yet confronted her about it.
And now she dared to target Kenny, causing him to faint!
Did Cynthia Vaughn really think Ann Vaughn was soone to be easily manipulated?
As Ann Vaughn’s eyes shifted, she quickly figured out what to do, but when she looked up, she happened to see Cyrus Hawthorne’s fathomless and mysterious gaze, prompting her to swallow the question she originally intended to ask.
Not just this ti.
Earlier in the lounge, when Cyrus Hawthorne had pressed against her palm, attempting to restrain his breathing, he occasionally displayed the sa look as he did now.
It felt as though he wanted to see into her heart, discern who she really was, giving her a sense of panic that her closely guarded secret had already been detected by him.
It shouldn’t... be possible, right?
Ann Vaughn returned to her apartnt in a daze, conveyed her suspicions to Sherry, her pretty face turning pale, "Do you think he might have already found out?"
Yet Sherry couldn’t quite pin it down, but seeing Ann Vaughn looking unwell, she comforted her, "No way, he’s seen Kenny a few tis and never suspected anything, right? Don’t overthink it."
No suspicion?
Previously, even before Cyrus Hawthorne accidentally encountered Kenny, he had tested her once but she managed to deflect it.
If it were in the past, Ann Vaughn could confidently affirm that Cyrus Hawthorne wouldn’t discover Kenny’s existence, but since he had t Kenny, she was not as sure anymore.
"However," Sherry sighed worriedly, "Annie, he is Kenny’s biological father, are you really planning to keep this secret forever?"
"If he knows Kenny is his son, I think even the matter of using newborn umbilical cord blood to save Kenny wouldn’t stay hidden." Ann Vaughn let out a bitter chuckle, her eyes dimming, "He despises deception the most, otherwise Cynthia Vaughn wouldn’t have ended up the way she did back then."
"What’s more... he dislikes children; from the start, he denied Kenny’s existence, even comparing him to benefits... how could I dare to gamble?"
Ann Vaughn’s voice involuntarily tightened, her pale slender fingers clutching her skirt, feeling sowhat out of breath.
Four years ago, he had concealed the truth and arranged the fibroid removal surgery for her, and although she had co to terms with it, she often wondered.
Was it because he never cared about the child from start to finish that he could decisively make the decision for her?
Even though she knew clearly he made the choice to save her life, she couldn’t stop overthinking.
After all, when she first found out she was pregnant, his initial reaction was to take her for an abortion...
Seeing Ann Vaughn’s slightly tense expression, Sherry guessed what she was thinking and sighed without saying anything.
She wasn’t the one to untie this knot; saying more would be futile.
The next day.
The Snowbell Clinic is situated in the best part of the comrcial street, occupying five floors, with a vast area and a stylish and luxurious setup catering to the tastes of young people.
Moreover, dozens of companies under the Sheridan Family in The Imperial Capital collaborated to promote The Snowbell Clinic, not to ntion that the LED screen on the comrcial street alone played the promotional video for three full days.
Additionally, The Snowbell Clinic indeed had sothing to show, not only possessing Grandpa Vaughn’s prescription but also offering exclusive sales in Marinia of Jade Skin Cream and Scar Removal Cream, all found within the clinic.
In an instant, it was wildly popular among won, undeniably stealing the spotlight.
At this ti, the clinic was bustling with guests, and several staff mbers were attending to reserved VIPs, when a resilient yet calm female voice was heard.
"Have your boss co out."
Soone here to cause trouble?
As the staff felt disdainful, they saw a woman in a white-blue edged gown trimd with black silk threads, slender and graceful, with exquisitely beautiful features like a creature stepped out of a painting, walking inside the clinic.
At first glance, people might think she was soone right out of a painting, certainly not soone to cause trouble.
"Miss, our boss isn’t here today, may I ask what your business is?" a staff mber stepped forward to inquire.
Ann Vaughn’s bright eyes glanced at the open second floor with a half-smiling, half-serious look, her voice slightly cold, "Have Cynthia Vaughn co out, or don’t bla for being rude."
The staff smiled, then called the clinic’s security personnel over, with a threatening tone towards Ann Vaughn, "I’d advise you to reconsider before causing trouble; this is Sheridan Family’s establishnt, not a place where just anyone can act recklessly."
Behind Ann Vaughn, the security personnel were all staring intently at her, seemingly ready to throw her out at any mont.
Just as Ann Vaughn was about to speak, a voice interrupted, "What, are you planning to use violence?"
At that mont, Mark Joyce led over a dozen tall and dark figures into the clinic, lining them up behind Ann Vaughn, just their presence instilling a sense of awe.
In contrast, Ann Vaughn seed like a small white rabbit among a group of muscular n, protected securely in the center.
"You now have only two options, call out your boss, or et in court, your choice." Mark Joyce smiled broadly as he scanned the staff and security personnel, sneering.
Just these few weaklings, let alone fighting the ridiculously strong subordinates of the boss, they probably couldn’t even take on him.
The staff’s face blanched and retreated.
Seeing this scene, Ann Vaughn’s original plan had to be put aside, and she turned to ask Mark Joyce, "Special Assistant Joyce, why are you here?"
It’s such a coincidence for her to arrive first and them to follow imdiately.
Mark Joyce then rembered to hand the brown sugar ginger tea to Ann Vaughn, explaining, "President Hawthorne instructed last night to bring people to guard at the entrance of The Snowbell Clinic, saying you might co to confront soone."
Cyrus Hawthorne instructed this?
Ann Vaughn’s face showed a hint of surprise, could it be that he didn’t ask anything last night, because he already guessed what she was planning to do?
Though she wanted to deny it, the subtle joy in her slightly raised eyes was undeniable.
"Is this sothing he had prepared too?" Ann Vaughn held the still slightly warm paper cup, feeling like she was here to shop rather than settle scores.
Mark Joyce nodded with a complex expression, "Since winter started, your body temperature tends to be low, drinking this is good for your health."
Even the boss who often forgets to eat rembers the specific date pertaining to Miss Vaughn clearly, he couldn’t help but agree with what the secretaries say in the office.
The boss actually treats Miss Vaughn like a daughter.
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