"Although it wasn’t my intention," Old Master Hawthorne sighed, "it doesn’t make much difference whether it was my intention or not."
Laura Quinn is Cyrus Hawthorne’s mother, and for things she decides for him, who would dare speak against her?
Moreover, because of a switch in identity, she suffered outside for over twenty years, and the Hawthorne Family remained completely unaware of it.
As a result, Old Master Hawthorne tried his best to compensate her, even transferring most of his shares under his na to her. Now, within the entire Hawthorne Group, she is the one who holds the most shares besides Cyrus Hawthorne.
And that is Laura Quinn.
But Old Master Hawthorne didn’t expect that this wasn’t enough; she also wants to destroy her son’s lifelong happiness!
Hence, in a mont of anger and frustration, Old Master Hawthorne fainted from the strain.
Even though Old Master Hawthorne didn’t explicitly say it, Ann Vaughn understood.
Blood ties are indeed a bond that no one can sever.
...
Bamboo Creek Villa.
After not seeing Little Dumpling for over a week, Ann Vaughn was eager to see him, and as soon as she entered the door, she rushed to the children’s room.
Who knew she’d find the children’s room in chaos, nothing like its usual tidy state, and there was a suitcase lying on the floor.
A round little dumpling accidentally fell into the suitcase, flipping onto his back like a little turtle, struggling to get up.
"Pfft." Ann Vaughn’s somber mood was instantly lifted by this little turtle.
She walked over, lifted the Little Dumpling out of the suitcase, and said, "Baby, are you planning to hide in the suitcase and run away from ho?"
Kenny ca back to the country just a bit later than Ann Vaughn. Black Spade J was worried about him being taken away by bad people, so he insisted on personally bringing him back.
This delayed quite so ti.
If he had co back dragging a small suitcase right after Ann Vaughn, oh, the situation would have cooled fast.
"That’s right." Little Dumpling hugged Ann Vaughn’s neck and affectionately nuzzled her cheek, saying in a sweet voice, "If Mommy didn’t co back, I was going to run away from ho!"
Ann Vaughn patted her chest imdiately, "Luckily, Mommy ca back early, otherwise, I wouldn’t see my adorable and handso baby."
Ann Vaughn rarely spent so much ti apart from Kenny. Last ti, when Kenny had surgery, she couldn’t be by his side, which left her feeling very regretful and guilty.
This ti, she planned to co back early to accompany him, but who knew she’d run into those troubles...
"Of course not, Baby would miss his pretty Mommy too much and co running back!"
Ann Vaughn almost couldn’t hold back her laughter, giving the Little Dumpling several kisses on his soft cheeks, "Sweetheart, your little mouth is so sweet today. Co, Mommy bought groceries to make hot pot for you today!"
Kenny’s big, round eyes imdiately lit up, "Baby will help Mommy wash the vegetables!"
So when Susie Somrs dragged her tired body into Ann Vaughn’s house, she was almost overwheld by the rich, domineering hot pot aroma in the air.
"Is it the hot pot that’s tasteless, or is the wine not good enough? What’s a man needed for?"
Seeing her like this, Ann Vaughn knew right away that Susie must have faced setbacks again with Julian Master Moore.
It’s like the age-old saying: what goes around cos around.
"If you had fewer lovers in your harem, could fate really allow you to never catch Youngest Uncle Moore?" Ann Vaughn teased as she picked up a piece of fish tofu for Kenny, "You’re like a surfer being wiped out by a wave on the beach."
Susie felt bitter in her heart.
"I’ve t quite a few n, and I thought I sowhat understand them, but when it cos to Julian Master Moore, nothing works; he always manages to shut down."
"What did he do to you?"
"... I deliberately fell onto him, wanting to seduce him up close, and guess what he did?"
"What?"
Susie had a numb look on her face, "He ripped off my double eyelid tape with his bare hands and wiped off my carefully drawn eye bags, saying there was dirt on my eyes. I almost left this beautiful world instantly."
"Hahaha, dirt! Oh my god, Youngest Uncle Moore really is a master of killing the mood." Ann Vaughn couldn’t stop laughing, her slender legs kicking the air.
Just then, Susie’s phone buzzed, but she ignored it and picked up a piece of fatty beef to eat.
"Your phone rang," Ann Vaughn reminded her.
"Oh, it’s the white horse I ordered a few days ago arriving."
"Why did you buy a white horse?"
"I figured Julian and Tang Monk are only missing a white horse, so why not complete the set for him?"
"..."
Ann Vaughn and Kenny had a great ti laughing at Susie over buying the white horse, saying they should visit the ranch to see "The White Dragon Horse."
Who knows what expression Julian Master Moore will have when he receives the horse.
After taking Kenny downstairs for a walk in the park to aid digestion, Ann Vaughn returned to her room.
There were several missed calls from Cyrus Hawthorne and WeChat ssages he sent.
[Did you visit the hospital? Why didn’t you wait for ?]
The gloom that had just dissipated crept back into Ann Vaughn’s heart as she recalled what Bella Hawthorne said, causing her to bite her lip.
How does he view that marriage certificate, and what does he plan to do about it?
That’s what she was thinking, and she asked directly.
After a long while, Cyrus Hawthorne’s call ca through.
Ann Vaughn hesitated for a few seconds before accepting the call.
"Leave this to , don’t overthink or listen to others. Just trust , okay?" His deep, magnetic voice flowed into Ann Vaughn’s ear, soothing her troubled heart that had been restless all day.
"Okay," Ann Vaughn replied, playfully adding, "Even if I don’t trust you, I should at least trust your sincerity in persuading to be with you."
Cyrus Hawthorne chuckled softly, "Are you not angry anymore?"
"Why would I be angry? Don’t say such nonsense," Ann Vaughn imdiately retorted, her little neck shrinking back.
"Oh? So you’re saying you didn’t run to the other side of the world just to avoid out of spite?" Cyrus Hawthorne hit the nail on the head.
But how could Ann Vaughn admit to that?
She always deflected bla faster than lightning.
"Not at all, I went there for my grandfather’s dical guide’s unique copy!" Although that was the main reason, it didn’t stop her from avoiding Cyrus Hawthorne at the ti.
However, Ann Vaughn still stubbornly defended, "That book was my grandfather’s favorite during his lifeti; how could it fall into soone else’s hands?"
Cyrus Hawthorne chuckled softly, reluctantly accepting her excuse.
"Where’s the book?"
"Kept safe with . I plan to visit North Garden in a few days," Ann Vaughn’s voice fell as she spoke.
North Garden is where Old Master Vaughn rests in peace.
Every ti Ann Vaughn visits North Garden and returns, she remains somber for quite so ti.
"I’ll go with you," Cyrus Hawthorne said softly.
Ann Vaughn seed surprised by his words, and a cheerful smile appeared in her bright, beautiful eyes, "Okay."
Reviews
All reviews (0)