Given Susie Somrs’ condition at the ti, the only way to save her life was to remove the child.
But Ann Vaughn not only saved her life but also kept the child, which was simply incredible.
After giving those instructions, the attending doctor quickly left to head back to the departnt to see if they could borrow so books on traditional Chinese dicine to study.
However, Cyrus Hawthorne and Little Dumpling’s expressions did not improve; instead, they beca even more grave.
The Hidden Guards standing vigil outside the operating room were utterly astonished.
They had personally sent Susie to the hospital, and no one knew better than them how severe her condition was with her body covered in blood.
Yet they never expected that, at such a critical juncture, the Young Madam could turn the tide...
Previously, they always thought that Ann Vaughn sowhat overreached by marrying into the Hawthorne Family.
But now they had to start taking this Young Madam seriously again.
...
Susie and Ann Vaughn were both sent to the ward together.
Only the forr was in a postoperative coma, while the latter was simply exhausted.
After about an hour or so, Ann Vaughn slowly awoke, opening her eyes to see Cyrus Hawthorne sitting beside the bed.
He was gently holding her right hand with one hand and skillfully massaging the acupoints on it with the other.
His technique was proficient, not much different from Sherry’s.
Ann Vaughn was stunned for a mont before she reacted and tried to withdraw her hand.
"Don’t move." Cyrus Hawthorne slightly raised his gaze, his deep, narrow dark eyes looking at her intently, "The doctor said if the surgery had been delayed a little longer, this hand of yours would have been useless."
This "useless" ant sothing different—Ann Vaughn’s right hand, although the tendons were damaged, still had so feeling and her fingers could move.
When her right hand no longer felt anything and she couldn’t move her fingers, that’s when it would truly be considered useless.
Even if Hua Tuo were reborn, he couldn’t bring it back.
Ann Vaughn bit her lip, not moving anymore. After a while, she asked, "How’s Susie? Is she okay?"
At a ti like this, she still had the heart to care about others?
Cyrus Hawthorne’s expression was indifferent, his eyes showing no warmth, "She and the child are both fine."
"What about Kenny?"
"He’ll be back soon."
"..."
After a while, Ann Vaughn, even if slow to notice, could tell that Cyrus Hawthorne had a dark expression, seemingly in a bad mood.
She hesitated for two seconds, then cautiously asked, "Are you tired from massaging my hand?"
Seeing concern flickering in her eyes, Cyrus Hawthorne’s cold face slightly softened, but then he heard her continue:
"You can rest for a bit and massage when you’re not tired anymore. After all, it’s not like I’m a demon."
That tone, that expression, was unbelievably sincere.
But the words she spoke made people want to seal her lips.
Cyrus Hawthorne: "..."
As the saying goes, "careless talk brings joy for a mont, cremation follows."
Only after losing Cyrus Hawthorne’s free hand massage service did Ann Vaughn realize how valuable it was. :)
Strangely, even though her relationship with Susie was quite good, Ann Vaughn usually carefully weighed her words and rarely joked with her.
It’s only in front of the closest people, like Kenny, that Ann Vaughn would speak without thinking it over, saying whatever ca to mind.
Ann Vaughn failed to do this in front of Susie.
Yet she unconsciously did it with Cyrus Hawthorne...
Not long after, Sherry arrived, carrying a dical kit.
After examining Ann Vaughn’s right hand, Sherry took out a vial of dicine and, feeling uneasy, said, "No matter how urgent it is to save soone, you still have to take care of yourself. It was so hard for your hand to show so improvent, and now it’s worse again."
"The situation was urgent, there was no ti to think it over." Ann Vaughn cast a downward glance at her own right hand, "I thought having my left hand for support would make it easier, but it was still quite strenuous."
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have fallen asleep imdiately after coming down from the operating table.
However, even given the chance to do it all over again, Ann Vaughn would still have done the sa thing.
Sherry sighed, unable to count how many tis she had done so in recent days.
Fortunately, Susie and her child were okay, making Ann Vaughn’s efforts worthwhile.
"By the way, there’s sothing strange." Ann Vaughn looked at Sherry, "Did Susie et anyone before the accident? I saw her ankle was seriously sprained, and there was a slap mark on her face."
It didn’t seem like sothing Susie could have done to herself.
Sherry frowned, "I’m not very clear on this. I only know that once she returned to The Imperial Capital today, she went to et a friend, but she didn’t say who it was."
Without evidence, Ann Vaughn didn’t say more about it and asked no further questions.
...
Susie finally woke up the following evening.
The first thing she did upon waking was instinctively reach for her belly.
Seeing this, Ann Vaughn reassured her, "The child is fine, don’t worry."
Susie breathed a sigh of relief, her previously tense body relaxing, even in the mood to joke with Ann Vaughn.
"Having walked through the gates of hell, I’ve had a great epiphany; I’m ready to beco a nun and retire from the world."
Ann Vaughn chuckled, "What is it that you’ve realized?"
Susie gave a weak smile, "Everything is destined, and we have little control over it."
If Ann Vaughn had her past mories, she would be surprised to hear this.
Because the old Susie was the least likely to believe in destiny.
Ann Vaughn listened and remained silent for a mont, instinctively feeling she should not follow Susie’s line of thought, so she asked, "Do you feel any discomfort now?"
"No," Susie shook her head, the corners of her mouth curling up, "As soon as I see you, I feel all better."
Perhaps it was a psychological effect, but as long as Ann Vaughn was there, Susie felt fearless.
Just like this ti, she thought she was going to die, yet wasn’t she saved by Ann Vaughn?
Thinking about it, Susie uncommonly turned cheesy: "No wonder every ti I fall in love, I et jerks. I guess all my good luck was used up eting you."
"Darling, why don’t we pair up and let those trashy n go to hell!!"
That shout halted Cyrus Hawthorne, who had just stepped into the ward, his narrow eyes narrowing with a dangerous glint.
The next second, he heard Ann Vaughn say, "Even if you’re praising , I’m not going to retire with you."
"Why not?"
"A six-pack isn’t enticing? What joy is there in life without it, just surrounded by light bulbs every day?"
"..." Susie choked, eyeing Ann Vaughn suspiciously, "With such a clear goal, just whose six-pack are you so eager to rember?"
Ann Vaughn blinked and fell silent.
Unbidden, a mist-enshrouded image appeared in her mind...
Ann Vaughn’s face turned bright red in an instant, and she imdiately reacted to Susie: "I’m not yearning for Jas Vaughn’s six-pack, alright?!"
Jas Vaughn? Who’s that?
Susie paused for two seconds, then rembered that Jas Vaughn was Cyrus Hawthorne, and upon mulling over Ann Vaughn’s words, she almost laughed enough to split her stitches.
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