CHAPTER 503: CHAPTER 503: TREATED LIKE AIR

"Poe Vaughn, you know Dr. Donovan?"

She said it directly, without any hesitation.

The little guy said that his great-uncle and uncle are friends of Poe Vaughn, and just a few seconds ago, the little guy called Dr. Donovan his uncle.

It was clear that the uncle the little guy mentioned is a friend of Poe Vaughn. Looking at Dr. Donovan’s gaze towards them now, especially at Poe Vaughn, it’s evident that the two are acquainted and familiar with each other.

So, they know each other? Friends?

Good friends?

Then, when she was injured and hospitalized, was it he who asked his friend to treat her wounds?

Although there are doctors from home countries in foreign hospitals, they are few and far between. And her attending doctor was coincidentally a domestic one, who was also a decent person and a skilled doctor.

At the time, she hadn’t thought much of it. After all, being a domestic person, it was only normal for her to be assigned to a domestic doctor. But she hadn’t considered that this domestic doctor knew Poe Vaughn and even had an unusual relationship.

At this moment, Ava Sterling was extremely surprised and incredulous.

Though she asked the question, it was clear she already had an answer in her heart.

An answer she was very sure of.

And after being sure of this answer, the event of being injured and recuperating in the hospital took on a different perspective.

He asked his good friend to treat her, did his good friend know about her relationship with him? Most importantly, was this appropriate?

Ava wasn’t foolish. To her, her relationship with Poe Vaughn was merely that of a contractual agreement. Naturally, he didn’t need to have his friend treat her injuries; he could have arranged for anyone.

But he valued it to such an extent that he had his own friend come, which was simply... completely unexpected!

Especially since at that time their relationship wasn’t as close as it is now, why did he do that? Or didn’t he see anything wrong with it?

Ava instantly had many questions, staring at Poe Vaughn without blinking.

Now she wasn’t scared at all, only filled with questions.

However, Poe Vaughn seemed not to hear her question, his eyes were on the person walking towards him without any change in expression, and he didn’t even glance at Ava.

Ava looked at him, treating her like air, and her face turned black.

He is still angry.

Forget it, if he doesn’t answer, so be it; she’ll look for herself later, find the answer herself.

Ava no longer looked at Poe Vaughn but focused on Vincent Donovan.

Vincent had already brought the little guy to Poe Vaughn amid Ava’s various thoughts. He nodded slightly with a smile towards Ava, then looked at Poe Vaughn, saying, "Didn’t expect to see you on Saipan Island."

Previously, he hadn’t told Ava specifically that he knew Poe Vaughn, and Poe Vaughn also hadn’t introduced himself. But now, having run into each other under such circumstances, it depended on whether the person in front introduced him.

"Mm, when did you arrive?"

Poe Vaughn’s voice was as usual, expression also as usual, not mentioning Ava, almost as if Ava was irrelevant.

Ava looked at Poe Vaughn’s attitude, and her face darkened even more.

Even though Dr. Donovan had greeted her just now, he remained unmoved; did Dr. Donovan already know about her relationship with Poe Vaughn? Know about their situation?

At that moment, Ava frowned.

Probably, if they have a good friendship, many things would be shared, and each would know about the other’s situation. Since Poe Vaughn asked his friend to treat her injuries, this friend must somewhat know about her situation with Poe Vaughn.

So, Poe Vaughn didn’t bother with her, nor did he need to explain, as she wasn’t really his wife.

Thinking of this, Ava’s expression relaxed.

She had no more questions, nor was she surprised or unexpected anymore.

She stood there obediently, playing her role as a decorative figure.

Since everyone had a tacit understanding, she didn’t care anymore. She looked at them, waiting for them to finish talking, then see whether she should leave first or what to do.

The matter between friends had nothing to do with her.

Ava was very aware of her role, certainly not causing trouble for Poe Vaughn, nor embarrassing him in such a moment.

And the little guy in Vincent’s arms, his eyes were bright, watching Poe Vaughn and his uncle talk, his mouth tilted in obvious happiness.

Then, very soon, the little guy’s gaze fell on Ava’s face, seeing Ava watching Poe Vaughn, especially noticing Ava’s facial expression change, his eyes widened in curiosity.

What happened to her?

Seems angry, yet not angry, very strange.

At this moment, Ava and the little kid seemed like the extra ones, acting like air, completely not affecting Poe Vaughn and Vincent Donovan.

It was somewhat amusing to watch.

Because these two seemed like a big kid and a little kid, each being accompanied by an adult.

Vincent first greeted Ava and then talked to Poe Vaughn, clearly wanting Poe Vaughn to introduce him. But until now, this person remained unmoved, seemingly not planning to introduce them.

Moreover, looking closely at the person in front, it seemed their emotions were a bit off, as if something was going on.

However, this matter shouldn’t be significant.

Looking at the person in front whose expression seemed colder than usual, Vincent smiled and replied, "Yesterday, what about you guys?"

"Today."

"Haha, what a coincidence."

Saying this, Vincent looked at the obedient little guy in his arms, saying, "Why is Sylvie with you? The servants told me, and Sylvie was already missing, no matter how we looked, we couldn’t find him, we were all scared."

Hearing himself being mentioned, little Sylvie immediately shifted his gaze from Ava, blinking his big eyes, looking at Vincent.

Vincent was looking at him but with an obvious helpless and somewhat troubled expression.

Because it was indeed dangerous that he wandered off, and if not for Poe Vaughn and Ava, no one knew what could have happened.

Little Sylvie looking at his uncle’s demeanor clearly realized he had done something wrong. His two chubby hands’ index fingers pointed together, and his fluffy curls drooped along, weakly saying, "Daddy and mommy were asleep, it wasn’t fun alone, so I came out to play..."

This voice was both innocent and aggrieved, mixed with the guilt of making his uncle worry. This little guy’s demeanor, truly, made it hard for anyone to scold him.

After all, it wasn’t really his fault, it was the adults’ fault.

Just hearing the little guy say this much, Vincent already understood the situation.

His sister and brother-in-law had a good relationship, and having an extra child was like having an extra item that could be present or not for the two of them.

Of course, saying it like this seemed heartless. But for his sister and brother-in-law, they indeed valued spending time with each other more, leading to, at times, inevitably neglecting the child.

And on regular days, Sylvie was mostly with a nanny, even when the two went out, as long as they took the child, the nanny would also accompany them. Luckily, Sylvie was a particularly well-behaved and sensible child, not causing trouble, playing by himself, not caring whether he was often neglected by his parents, as long as he had fun.

This made everyone very fond of this child, often scolding the two adults, but no matter what, it was of no use. Like tonight’s sudden situation had happened before but not as severely. Because previously, the child was quickly found, you could say the child was around, the problem wasn’t big.

But tonight, the problem was severe.

He had to go back and properly talk to his sister and brother-in-law about this issue, and also mention it to the elders at home.

Continuing like this was indeed not okay, something would happen.

At this moment, looking at the very sad child, Vincent’s heart ached, he softly said, "Sylvie, this thing is not your fault, it’s daddy and mommy’s fault. But in the future, you can’t go out alone anymore. If you want to play outside, you can go with Granny Song or call Uncle, or call your great-uncle, we will play with you. But you can’t be alone; there are many bad people outside. If a bad person took you away, what would we do? What would you do?"

Vincent’s personality was inherently gentle, especially patient with children. Ava watched Vincent’s extremely gentle demeanor, her eyelashes fluttered, and her gaze shifted noticeably.