Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again Chapter 50: Did You Save Someone When You Were Young?

Wandering along the path she took yesterday to find herbs for quite so ti, Ann Vaughn only found the last two herbs and didn’t spot any wild fruits around, so she turned back.

When she returned to the shelter, she saw that sohow a fire had been started there, and the aroma of roasting at was in the air.

Cyrus Hawthorne sat behind the campfire, his cold and stern face softened slightly by the firelight as he focused on turning a stick to roast a rabbit.

"Cyrus, where did the rabbit co from?" Ann Vaughn ran over, squatting beside him, and looked at the pile of red wild fruits on the ground, smiling joyfully at the rabbit at in his hands.

"Found it in the woods," Cyrus replied in a soft voice, not even lifting his gaze.

"I went around for quite a while and only found two herbs. You’re amazing," Ann Vaughn praised generously, casually wiping a fruit and offering it to him.

Expecting him to take it, she was surprised when he just glanced down and then bit the fruit from her hand.

Her fingertips held so warmth, and feeling a bit uneasy, Ann wiped them on her skirt and tossed a fruit into her own mouth.

The rabbit at was soon cooked, and Cyrus handed her one piece while he slowly and leisurely ate the one in his hand.

Ann Vaughn took a few bites of the rabbit at. Though it lacked seasoning, it wasn’t unpleasant; rather, it retained the original flavor of the ingredients, with crispy skin and tender inside, very flavorful.

"Did you learn this dical skill from your grandfather?" Suddenly, Cyrus asked casually.

"Yes," Ann Vaughn’s brows arched with fond mories of her grandfather, "He was truly skilled in dicine; no matter how difficult the ailnt, it was hardly a problem for him. Wherever he went, he was greatly respected, not the countryside quack you might imagine."

Her parents were the typical ones who looked down on traditional dicine, even going so far as to move away from their hotown so no one would know their family started with traditional dicine, and they hadn’t contacted her grandfather for many years.

The only ti was when they left her in his care.

But her parents, unaware due to her grandfather’s secrecy, didn’t know their ancestry wasn’t simply a traditional dicine family; her grandfather was a descendant of a royal court physician.

Seeing her vivid and admiring expression, Cyrus quietly acknowledged her words, indicating he was listening.

"Actually, my grandfather was very strict with . If I couldn’t recite herb nas, I’d get my palms smacked, and I had to have dical books thoroughly morized..." Ann Vaughn nostalgically said, "It was only when I grew up that I truly realized everything my grandfather did was for my own good."

It wasn’t just about passing on his legacy to her.

Unknowingly, Ann talked about amusing anecdotes she heard while traveling and practicing dicine with her grandfather in her childhood, inadvertently finishing off the rabbit at in her hand.

For Cyrus, it was his first ti hearing such interesting experiences, and he couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows, asking her, "Did you save soone when you were a child?"

Although she rely ntioned it in passing, it still piqued his interest.

Ann Vaughn hesitantly humd a response, her voice soft, "He was the first person I saved on my own, even though... he doesn’t rember anymore."

Seeing her sowhat lost expression, Cyrus didn’t ask further and instead changed the topic, "Cynthia and you grew up together, but I’ve never heard you ntion her. Why?"

Cynthia Vaughn grew up with her?

Ann Vaughn was a bit stunned, seeing that Cyrus’s expression didn’t seem to be joking, and she couldn’t help but feel a little puzzled.