Miyi Yates almost spat blood, her eyes that hadn’t reddened from Ann Vaughn’s slap were now as red as if they were about to bleed.
The person who should be hurting is clearly her!
What on earth did Ann Vaughn, that bitch, do to enchant the Family Head? Clearly, she is the woman who has always been by his side, so why doesn’t he see her?!
"No strength, it felt soft and fluffy." Perhaps because her body wasn’t fully recovered, Ann Vaughn felt that the slap she just gave had no real power.
Miyi Yates: "..." Are you fucking serious? Look at the handprint on my face and say that again??
Cyrus Hawthorne’s thin lips slightly curved, as he held Ann Vaughn’s soft and fluffy small hand, and gently asked her, "Do you need to take over for you?"
"Family Head!" Miyi Yates’ eyes were red and her face was pale, nearly matching the color of the wall, "I’ve always thought that even if there isn’t any romantic affection between us, at least there’s friendship. I’ve spent more ti with you than Ann Vaughn..."
"Friends?" Hearing this, Cyrus Hawthorne eyed her with a faintly amused look, "You’re quite self-assured."
Miyi Yates was furious and wanted to say more, but the hospital room door suddenly swung open.
"The security at this hospital is really responsible, caught and gave a lecture on ethics, just like being scolded by a baldy at school..."
Susie Somrs walked in mumbling, but before she finished speaking, her gaze froze upon seeing Miyi Yates standing by the hospital bed.
She didn’t know Miyi Yates, had never seen her before.
Yet at the first glance, Susie Somrs found Miyi Yates familiar.
Ann Vaughn noticed the montary shift in Susie Somrs’ emotions as she stared at Miyi Yates, and couldn’t help but ask, "Susie, what’s wrong?"
"Nothing..." Susie Somrs shook her head, but after observing Miyi Yates’ face for a while, couldn’t make sense of it.
Miyi Yates’ expression changed, she imdiately turned her face away, trying to hide it with her loose hair.
But while she could hide her face, her distinctly retro dress was undeniable.
And because she turned like that, Susie Somrs instead noticed her dress.
"It’s you!" Susie Somrs suddenly had a flash of realization and pointed at Miyi Yates, saying, "When I went to get the contraceptive pills tested that day, I accidentally bumped into her in front of the elevator. I didn’t see her face, but I rember that dress clearly."
Contraceptive pills.
Ann Vaughn’s red lips pressed slightly, her hand gripping the blanket involuntarily.
Those three words felt like a thorn stuck in her heart, unnoticeable when ignored, but they would evoke a fine, unavoidable pain upon ntion.
The strange emotions flickered on Ann Vaughn’s face for less than two seconds, soon well concealed.
Yet Cyrus Hawthorne sharply captured it.
Ann Vaughn appeared calm, but her mood was thoroughly chaotic.
How did Susie Somrs, when getting the contraceptive pills tested, coincidentally bump into Miyi Yates?
While she was puzzled, Susie Somrs had already nudged her hand and was whispering in her ear.
"Annie, I have a bold guess. Do you think it’s possible that the contraceptive pills Cyrus Hawthorne gave you initially had no issue?" Susie Somrs lowered her voice to Ann Vaughn’s ear, "But this woman swapped them, causing the issue?"
Just after speaking, Susie Somrs waved her hand dismissively, "Ugh, I was just talking nonsense. Besides, how could such a coincidental thing happen?"
Ann Vaughn’s chest moved slightly. Susie Somrs’ guess was also what she had in mind.
Just that the timing seed too coincidental, and there were many aspects that didn’t make sense, like...
However, before Ann Vaughn could think further, Cyrus Hawthorne suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse and deep, "The contraceptive pills I gave Ann Vaughn, what does that an?"
Ann Vaughn was taken aback, her fine brows furrowed slightly, sensing sothing subtle and unexpected.
Susie Somrs found Cyrus Hawthorne’s words baffling and, before Ann Vaughn could respond, retorted, "Wasn’t it you who brought the contraceptive pills for Ann Vaughn to take when she was hospitalized after being kidnapped by Hugh Coleman? Now you’re pretending not to know?"
As soon as these words fell, the atmosphere in the hospital room abruptly turned dense.
Cyrus Hawthorne’s stern face showed no emotional fluctuation, yet his deep eyes seed like a sea brewing a storm.
But as he walked closer to Ann Vaughn, the aggressive aura emanating from him instantly grew clearer, enveloping her completely.
There was no escape.
"Sept, clear the room."
With his command, a shadow hidden in the darkness quietly appeared in view.
In less than a minute, only Ann Vaughn and Cyrus Hawthorne remained in the hospital room.
Ann Vaughn felt a faint chill brush past her neck, causing her to shrink slightly and lower her head to stare at her hands, not daring to look at Cyrus Hawthorne.
From the mont he asked that question, Ann Vaughn had a vague feeling that she and Susie Somrs were right, that the bottle of pills identified was likely replaced by Miyi Yates.
And the reason he asked like that is because the dicine he gave her initially wasn’t contraceptive pills—
Ann Vaughn suddenly panicked.
The real panic was yet to co, Cyrus Hawthorne had already approached her, his arms bracing beside her, slightly leaning, enclosing her petite figure in this narrow space.
Ann Vaughn involuntarily leaned back, panicked, her eyes lifted, eting his deep, narrow eyes, the hidden darkness inside making her uneasy.
"Quinn..."
"Explain." Cyrus Hawthorne’s voice was slightly deep, yet his face gave no hint of what he was thinking.
But that made it even more unsettling, like the calm before a storm.
Ann Vaughn’s delicate nose almost touched the collar of his suit, she couldn’t help but shrink back slightly, and under the pressure of his gaze softly said:
"I went to Kenny’s number 8 room to retrieve sothing before I was hospitalized. I didn’t expect you to be in the master bedroom, and then you know what happened."
Cyrus Hawthorne’s thin lips pressed slightly, issuing a soft "hmm" from his throat.
At that ti, he had thought it was just a dream, because if it wasn’t a dream, how would Ann Vaughn deliberately appear before him?
In that "dream," he didn’t have to suppress his longing and desire for her; every act of plundering was exceptionally profound.
"Later, when I was hospitalized and you visited, you unceremoniously made take the dicine. I thought you were giving contraceptive pills due to what happened before." Thinking back to Cyrus Hawthorne’s cold gaze at that ti, Ann Vaughn’s heart stung slightly, "And your attitude then..."
"It was almost as if ’if we must end it, let’s end it cleanly’ was written all over your face."
After hearing Ann Vaughn’s explanation, Cyrus Hawthorne’s brows furrowed deeper, his sexy Adam’s apple moved slowly twice.
"Those weren’t contraceptive pills."
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