After speaking, she imdiately hung up the phone.
Bella Hawthorne, although her tone feigned calmness, seed to have lost her usual vitality, appearing cautious everywhere.
Ann Vaughn stared at her phone screen in a slight daze. She had intended to call Cyrus Hawthorne to ask if he had arrived safely, but recalled Bella Hawthorne ntioning that his phone was continually off.
He must be very busy right now.
She rembered that the company Bella was with was under Hawthorne Corp., so no one should dare bully the little princess of Hawthorne Corp.
Just as it happens, she has so friends over in Lyncroft who could help look after Bella Hawthorne for her...
However, what Ann Vaughn did not know was, sowhere in a corner of the Imperial Capital Airport.
Bella Hawthorne crouched on the ground, covering her face as tears stread ceaselessly between her fingers, forming a small puddle on the ground in front of her.
"I’m sorry... I’m sorry..."
...
Thanks to the rapid spread of the suppressant news, Ann Vaughn was imdiately t with Sherry’s resentful glare upon entering the clinic.
"Annie, if you were going to announce the suppressant’s details, couldn’t you have given a heads-up? Do you want to know how far your appointnt queue has been extended?"
Ann Vaughn felt a slight pain in her temples and took the day’s appointnt list from Sherry. After flipping through it, she said, "I’ve already instructed my assistant to remove the trending searches and news. If any custor asks, just tell them to be patient and don’t say much more."
"But that’s only if they believe it," Sherry sighed. "With the Young Master of the Crawford Family as such a prominent figure, this issue might not just fade away easily."
Upon hearing this, Ann Vaughn furrowed her brows, "It’s just as challenging to mass-produce the suppressant, as it’s different from the formula for a miracle drug. A pharmaceutical plant can’t manufacture it in bulk."
The most unique aspect of a suppressant is the extracted essence. To most people, just hearing those words would leave them perplexed unless they are a pharmacist.
However, to this day, the lineage of pharmacists has gradually declined, with very few left.
Ann Vaughn always rembered her grandfather’s dying words to her, urging her to hide her trump card well from others.
Otherwise, if people with ill intentions found out, it would bring about a fatal disaster.
Thus, over the years, very few people knew about her secret.
Understanding her difficulty, Sherry did not dwell on the matter further and handed Ann the day’s appointnt list while updating her on other matters.
"There were reporters pretending to be patients this morning, but thankfully, they were all tight-lipped and didn’t reveal anything to the journalists."
"Furthermore, the clinic received many invitations to dinners and parties today, along with a mbership application from the pharmaceutical association, which I’ve already forwarded to your email."
Ann Vaughn nodded slightly, took the appointnt list and glanced through it, saying, "You can handle those as you see fit. I’m too lazy to attend those parties anyway."
She would rather spend the entire day engrossed in the laboratory, among herbal dicine books and tools, than outwit a bunch of old foxes.
It’s ntally exhausting.
Sherry couldn’t help but chuckle, "I know you dislike them, so I’ve already turned them down for you. By the way, there is one thing I probably can’t turn down."
"What’s that?"
...
First Hospital.
Ann Vaughn walked into the ward holding a bouquet. She imdiately saw Sutton Jennings leaning against the bed, listening to his subordinates report on matters within the gate (hypothetical organization).
Just as Ann Vaughn was contemplating whether to step out and co back later, Sutton Jennings seed to sense her presence and looked in her direction.
His previously sharp and charismatic almond eyes instantly softened: "Annie, you’re here."
Since she had already been noticed, Ann Vaughn dismissed the idea of leaving and forced an awkward yet polite smile, "If you’re busy, I can co back another day."
"Not at all; in fact, our Lord Shane is the most idle in the world!" Before Sutton Jennings could respond, his subordinates standing by the bed answered for him.
"Exactly, Miss Vaughn, please have a seat. We won’t disturb you!"
"We’re counting on you to take care of Lord Shane for a while; we simply can’t bear to see him this idle anymore."
With that, the subordinates swiftly exited towards the door, disappearing from sight.
Ann Vaughn: "..." She couldn’t tell if Brother Shane was idle, but it seed they were restless.
Sutton Jennings understood what those bold subordinates were up to, so he didn’t get upset. He gently smiled at Ann Vaughn, "Please have a seat. I’ll peel you an apple."
"Wait!" Ann Vaughn placed the bouquet down and imdiately stopped Sutton Jennings, "You still have injuries! I’m not so witch who exploits the sick."
After speaking, she picked out the reddest apple from the fruit tray and slowly began to peel it.
Sutton Jennings rested his chin on one hand, his almond eyes fixed intently on Ann Vaughn, a smile playing on his lips.
No matter what she did, she was always so earnest. Even peeling an apple, she was so serious that it made one feel treasured by her.
A wisp of curled hair fell from behind Ann Vaughn’s ear, playfully brushing against her fair cheek, making one’s fingertips itch inadvertently.
Sutton Jennings’ gaze lingered on that strand of hair at her cheek, his almond eyes, hiding surging emotions, flickered gently.
He lifted his hand and gently tucked the strand behind her ear.
His fingers unintentionally grazed her cheek, which was as warm and soft as he imagined, making it hard to let go.
Sutton Jennings felt his mind sway, montarily forgetting to withdraw his hand.
Imdiately, an expression of confusion and astonishnt appeared on Ann Vaughn’s face, vividly reflected in his almond eyes.
Like a bucket of cold water, it brought his rationality back all at once.
"I..." Sutton Jennings montarily lost his voice, quickly retracting his hand, "Your hair was ssy."
"I can handle it myself; I’m not a child anymore." Ann Vaughn lowered her gaze slightly, masking the fleeting surprise in her eyes, and smiled nonchalantly.
Yet within that smile, there was a trace of sothing that had never been present before...
Distance.
An indescribable pain emanated from his heart, slightly dulling the brilliance on Sutton Jennings’ face.
Both fell silent for a mont, and the atmosphere in the ward grew unusually quiet and awkward.
Ann Vaughn felt a bit uncomfortable and suddenly rembered the issue with the diamond ring, feeling relieved at heart.
"By the way," she took the diamond ring from her purse and placed it on the nearby table, "This is sothing you mistakenly gave to when you mistook before you passed out. Now, it’s returned to its rightful owner."
Returned to its rightful owner?
Sutton Jennings’ gaze swept over the dazzling diamond ring, feeling an inexplicable lump in his throat.
"Do you truly believe that this ring was mistakenly handed to you by ?"
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