The subordinates who knew about this matter were well aware of the principles of working beside Cyrus Hawthorne, and would never easily divulge this to anyone.
Let alone Ann Vaughn, whom Cyrus Hawthorne cherished dearly.
For so reason, Ann felt a strange sensation in her heart, "...it’s Miyi Yates."
...
The next day, at a suburban hospital.
In a special ward.
Unlike Laura Quinn, who removed all the bodyguards from the ward, Ann Vaughn had just finished checking Aidan Keating’s pulse when she noticed two bodyguards in black hovering not far behind her.
"Could I trouble you to step outside for a bit? I need to speak with Mr. Kerr." Ann hesitated for two seconds before asking.
Unexpectedly, the bodyguards retreated to the door in unison and said together, "Please rest assured, Young Madam, we won’t eavesdrop on a single word!"
After saying so, they uniformly raised their hands to cover their ears.
Ann: "..."
No way, why are all of Cyrus Hawthorne’s subordinates so quirky?
She twitched the corner of her mouth, turning back with numbness, only to et Aidan Keating’s scrutinizing gaze.
Ann smiled softly, "The addiction to the mùlǐ huā poison in your body can be completely cured in less than a week. However, you have many old injuries that haven’t healed properly before, so you might suffer a lot in the future."
"Hmm." Aidan turned his head coldly, appearing uninterested in conversation.
Ann didn’t mind, stood up, and bowed deeply to him, "Moreover, thank you for agreeing to donate bone marrow for my child. I’m very grateful."
Willing to donate bone marrow?
A mocking look flashed through Aidan’s eyes as his fingers lightly held the knife handle under the blanket.
Did they really think that just because they helped him detoxify, he would be at their rcy?
As if.
Just as he was thinking sarcastically, he heard Ann continue, "If there’s anything you need help with or anything I can do, I, Ann Vaughn, promise never to refuse."
Ann... What?
Aidan turned his head, straightening a bit, and scrutinized Ann, "You’re Ann Vaughn?"
Recalling how the bodyguards addressed her, the contempt in Aidan’s eyes suddenly dissipated significantly, becoming more serious.
"You don’t need to thank ; it’s sothing I should do."
Aidan prided himself on never being a good person, rather rotten to the core, with a heart as black as coal.
But one thing he hated most in life was owing favors.
If the person Ann Vaughn saved was him, he wouldn’t show a hint of gratitude and would leave without looking back, let alone saving her son.
But she saved Laura Quinn.
To Aidan Keating, that was a profound kindness.
Ann misunderstood Aidan’s aning, thinking he was referring to the antidote for the mùlǐ huā, and with this as compensation, she said, "The antidote for the mùlǐ huā was a re trifle, not comparable to what you’ve contributed."
What the heck?
Aidan reclined back, looking at Ann with a peculiar gaze, "You made the antidote for the mùlǐ huā too?"
Are all the won outside this capable?
Compared to those pampered young ladies he used to see abroad, who would throw tantrums and weep endlessly, the difference was stark.
"I made it." Ann nodded, "I will continue to help you diagnose and treat your old injuries with dication. But rest assured, I am not doing this to ask for anything in return."
Simply wanting to thank this person.
Even though her gratitude seed rather shallow and this person didn’t seem to want it at all.
But it seed to be all she could do.
Aidan replied, "No need for diagnosis and treatnt; it just ends up being a perpetual cycle of debt."
He didn’t want to repay this favor and then incur another.
Before leaving, Ann consulted with the doctor responsible for Aidan and replaced his dications with nourishing traditional Chinese dicine.
Although Aidan refused because he didn’t want to owe favors, Ann did it not to demand any repaynt.
On the contrary, it seed she owed them more.
...
After returning from the suburban hospital, Ann went into the laboratory, extracting the essence of blood ginseng and reishi grass, storing it carefully, and based on it, she crafted two new dicinal formulas.
One for Kenny and another for Bella Hawthorne.
The health benefits of blood ginseng and reishi grass are incomparable to ordinary dicinal materials; particularly, after extracting their essence, the efficacy multiplies.
Just a shallow drop in the dicine is enough for several doses.
"Mommy." The little dumpling ran into the kitchen holding the hot milk poured by Uncle Dexter, fighting off drowsiness, and said to Ann in a cute voice, "Baby wants to draw, I’ll co downstairs to accompany Mommy for dinner later."
Ann freed a hand to pat his little head, "Okay, Kenny good boy."
Before dinner, the dicine was ready, just warm enough to ingest.
Kenny went upstairs with his hot milk, finally unable to hold back as he relaxed, showing a tired face.
Why is it getting easier to get tired lately?
No matter how much he sleeps, it doesn’t seem to help.
Downstairs in the kitchen.
Ann instructed Uncle Dexter to keep an eye on the simring Chinese dicine, then left the house with an insulated box and so herbs, driving to Bella Hawthorne’s apartnt.
Who knew when Bella Hawthorne opened the door, she was limping, with ankles swollen like buns, looking shocking.
"How did you get hurt?" Ann helped her back to the sofa in her apartnt, propping her feet up with a cushion and applying the injury ointnt she carried, "You’ve injured your bones; avoid strenuous activities and rest at ho for a few days."
"I’m fine, sister-in-law. Besides, the film crew starts the day after tomorrow; if I don’t go, those displeased with might spread more rumors." Bella picked up the insulated box from the table, opened it, and sniffed. "Slls so good! It must be made by sister-in-law!"
Ann barely frowned before being amused, "As long as you know what you’re doing, just use the powder I brought, you’ll be mostly healed by the day after tomorrow."
"Don’t worry, sister-in-law! This was just an accident; I’ll be careful not to fall next ti!" Bella raised her hand in a promise.
So it wasn’t bullying.
Ann breathed a sigh of relief, handed the prescription to Bella, reminded her to apply and take the dicine on ti, then left the apartnt.
By now, the sky was dark, and the temperature had dropped sharply, with a chilly wind blowing from all directions.
Ann quickly walked to her car, just about to get in when she noticed an elderly figure with white hair lying in front of her car.
Her heart skipped a beat, cautiously scanning her surroundings, not approaching hastily, and instead took out her phone to call the security for the building.
"Hello? There’s an elderly person collapsed in front of my car, just parked ..."
The rest of the sentence was abruptly cut off.
Following the sound of a phone dropping to the ground, the security guard on the other end called out, "Hello? Hello?" but received no response for a long ti.
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