CHAPTER 72: CHAPTER 72: WHEN WILL YOU CONSIDER DIVORCE

Otherwise, how could Cyrus Hawthorne, who dislikes her so much, tolerate such important matters having to go through her?

Cyrus Hawthorne glanced indifferently at her conflicted expression, a smile lurking in his heart, but his tone remained undisputable, "From now on, I’ll come over every Wednesday. The following matters will trouble you."

"..." Ann Vaughn parted her lips slightly, surprise flickering in her bright eyes, but she couldn’t find words to refute, so she could only agree.

After all, this place didn’t have just one bedroom. As long as she didn’t let him into her room, there shouldn’t be any problems.

Thinking this, Ann Vaughn felt much more at ease.

While she was lost in thought, Cyrus Hawthorne was already at the entrance, his calm voice came again, "In addition, as a return, I can grant you a wish."

Ann Vaughn didn’t have anything she particularly wanted. Just as she was about to refuse, a thought suddenly flashed in her mind.

Before Cyrus Hawthorne closed the door, she quickly asked, "When are you going to consider the matter of divorce?"

Click.

The next instant, the door was completely shut.

Ann Vaughn had no idea whether he had heard what she just said clearly or not.

Her heart was half relieved, half disappointed.

She didn’t know if her desire for a divorce would waver if she continued being with Cyrus Hawthorne.

But to escape the fate of donating her heart to Cynthia Vaughn, divorce was the only path she could take. She absolutely must not waver.

She couldn’t afford to gamble.

Ann Vaughn absent-mindedly returned to the table, finished her egg noodles, then did yoga while listening to prenatal education before turning off the lights to rest.

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The next day.

Ann Vaughn received a call from Sutton Jennings, who suddenly experienced sharp pains in his legs and needed her to come over to have a look.

Upon arrival, Ann Vaughn immediately knew this guy was secretly exercising to recover faster, not realizing too much could worsen the pain in his legs.

"Serves you right! You want to defy the doctor and reach the sky?" Ann Vaughn pressed her fingertips onto an acupoint on Sawyer Jennings’ leg, "Everything needs to be done step by step. Acting like this is detrimental to recovery. Do you really want to never walk again in your life?"

Sawyer Jennings’ face turned pale instantly, instinctively grabbing her hand, his face tense: "I’ll behave, I promise."

"Can you behave even half as well as your brother?"

"I’m even more obedient than him!"

On the side, Sutton ’Obedient’ Jennings: ?

After Sawyer Jennings fell asleep, Ann Vaughn and Sutton Jennings left the room together.

"From now on, I’ll come over once a week for acupuncture. His legs have regained sensation, and after the second phase, he can start practicing walking..." Ann Vaughn explained every precaution in detail to Sutton Jennings.

Sutton Jennings took note, his peach blossom eyes seemingly hiding something, and gave her a slight smile, "Thank you for your efforts, Miss Vaughn."

"It’s no big deal. But starting tomorrow, I’ll return to school to continue my studies, so I’ll have less time to come here, and Mr. Jennings can reduce my salary by half. You don’t need to pay me too much."

Receiving such a generous salary but not being able to work regularly, she felt guilty!

"No worries," Sutton Jennings didn’t mind, "to me, my brother’s health is invaluable."

Ann Vaughn suddenly felt even more wistful; brothers like that only belonged to others, she could only dream of having one.

Leaving the Jennings Family villa, Ann Vaughn returned to the small clinic to resume work, inevitably receiving complaints from waiting customers, to whom she offered small gifts to appease them.

Hardly had Ann Vaughn begun attending to her first patient when a figure suddenly barged into the clinic in a hurry, heading straight for Ann Vaughn at the consultation desk.