CHAPTER 88: CHAPTER 88: GIVING EACH OTHER TIME TO COOL OFF

This is also one of the complications brought by the old ailments in his body after the car accident.

Cynthia’s eyes widened instantly, her tears stopped flowing, and she looked at Cyrus Hawthorne with a panicked gaze.

Last night, after Cyrus was drunk, no matter how she tried to seduce him, he showed no signs of waking up. Even the special scent she used for temptation was ineffective on him.

In the end, having no other option, she bit down hard and cut her arm, leaving bloodstains on the sheets to create the illusion that they had slept together.

Given Cyrus’s affection for her, he would surely immediately divorce Ann Vaughn in such a situation, unwilling to let her suffer any grievance!

But Cynthia never imagined that Cyrus would see through her so quickly!

Cyrus’s jaw slightly tightened as he looked at Cynthia’s teary appearance, and for the first time, spoke to her with a firm voice: "You should know my taboos. I can tolerate one harmless deception, but there shouldn’t be a second time."

"Before I divorce Ann, even towards you, I won’t do anything that betrays this marital relationship. This is the bottom line."

"Let’s not meet for now, giving each other some time to calm down."

After calmly saying this, Cyrus took his long strides and left the ward.

When Cynthia came to her senses and wanted to grab him to explain, it was too late. She could only watch his lonely, cold figure walking away, feeling extremely panicked inside.

What does it mean not to meet, to give each other time to calm down?!

Cynthia was full of shock and surprise, unable to believe her ears.

Aren’t they in love with each other? If so, why has he never touched her?

Does Cyrus anger because she deceived him, or... does he not love her at all!?

Cynthia’s beautiful eyes widened with resentment, as though realizing something, she harshly threw the pillow to the ground, "Ann Vaughn, it must be this bitch!"

At this moment, a figure in white entered, saw Cynthia’s agitated appearance, and reached out to touch her face, "Why bother getting angry over someone who’s about to die."

"If you don’t like her, I can help you get rid of her."

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The Whitlock Family.

Ann Vaughn efficiently removed the Golden Needle from Mrs. Whitlock’s waist and helped adjust her clothes.

Only then did she take out a box from her bag and placed it on the table, saying to Mrs. Whitlock, "Your body is recovering well, just take the medicine in the box once a month."

Mrs. Whitlock’s recovery had surpassed her expectations, which was understandable given the Whitlock Family’s backing and capital. Every supplement and medicinal material was top-notch.

Additionally, Ann had specifically extracted a rejuvenating potion for her, perhaps not even a year would pass before what this couple sought would be realized.

"Annie, you’ve put so much effort." Mrs. Whitlock gently took Ann’s hand and warmly smiled, "The last two bottles of Jade Cream you gave me were seen by my friends, and after using it, they all said it was impressive."

"So, they’ve asked me to ask you if you could spare a few more bottles next month. The price is negotiable."

Saying this, Mrs. Whitlock couldn’t help but touch her face, overly smooth and delicate, looking ten years younger.

Who would’ve thought she previously looked no different from an aging old woman?

Although her husband was indifferent to her appearance, women always hope to be beautiful and radiant, thanks to Ann Vaughn.

Initially, Ann gave her the Jade Cream because Mrs. Whitlock had been bedridden for too long, causing her skin to become dry and yellow.

She never expected the Jade Cream would be so favored by the upper-class ladies. Ann was surprised but not utterly shocked.

Because Jade Cream only came in plain porcelain bottles, apart from the handwritten ink letters, it didn’t even bear a trademark. Hence, many customers were intrigued but still hesitated to buy.

However, anyone who had used Jade Cream would not choose similar products again.

Such was the power of Jade Cream.

Ann Vaughn noted the quantity Mrs. Whitlock wanted, chatted casually for a while before Mrs. Whitlock started feeling sleepy and instructed the butler to have the driver take her home.

Halfway through, Ann remembered she had to go for a prenatal check-up today, and asked the driver to stop at the hospital intersection, choosing to walk over.

Perhaps because it was her first time being a mom, the previous accidents almost led to a miscarriage, leaving Ann somewhat unsure.

While doctors shouldn’t self-medicate, Ann never cared about this before. Now pregnant, she became cautious.

The hospital was quite crowded at this time, and Ann came out an hour after finishing her prenatal check-up.

Looking at the prenatal check-up results in her hand, Ann pressed her lips into a slight smile, her gaze drawn suddenly to the expectant mothers accompanied by their husbands seated in the corridor.

A faint sense of envy crossed her bright eyes.

Ann unknowingly caressed her belly, her gaze turning soft yet resolute, it didn’t matter, she would give the baby all the love, including that from the father.

Leaving the hospital, getting in the car, Ann remembered the reward money from the Whitlock Family yesterday, enough for her to buy a decent house in the Imperial Capital.

Yet, Ann planned not to buy the house in the Imperial Capital.

This child must remain unknown to Cyrus and The Hawthorne Family. If she wanted to live peacefully with the child, she would need to leave this place.

Gazing at the online pages, Ann was lost in thought when a call came in, a jerk of her finger accidentally answering it.

"Hello, Miss Vaughn. I am the charity manager from Hawthorne Group’s pharmaceutical research department. Do you have time to come to Hawthorne Group Tower now?"

The unfamiliar voice stunned Ann for a second, and hearing clearly what the person said, she snapped back to reality.

"I have time, I’ll head over now."

"Alright, when you arrive, please come to the top office first. We can discuss the specifics once you’re here."

The call ended after that.

Top-level office?

Ann’s fingers tightened, suddenly remembering that Cyrus’s office is on the top level, a gentle pain swept across her heart.

Perhaps there are many offices on the top level; the chance of running into Cyrus is merely a few percent. What is she afraid of?

Besides, she hasn’t done anything wrong, there’s no need to be scared.

This resolve dissipated when Ann arrived at Hawthorne Group Tower.

Looking upwards from the bottom, this black, diamond-cut building seemed to rise into the clouds, imparting an inexplicable sense of urgency.

This was the view Ann didn’t see last time she was here.

The reception had someone waiting for her, and as soon as she arrived, they led her to the top level.

"Miss Vaughn, please, wait a moment. The manager will be here shortly. What would you like to drink? I can have it sent over." The receptionist led Ann into the top-level meeting room while inquiring.

"Just plain water, thank you." Ann expressed her thanks and sat on the sofa, waiting for the manager.

This was Ann’s first time doing a charity endorsement. She wasn’t a popular star and was unfamiliar with these arrangements, so she had done a lot of homework privately.

The only hope... not to run into Cyrus.

At this moment, the sound of the door opening softly reached her ears. Thinking the manager had arrived, Ann immediately put down the cup and stood to look.

But when she met those deep, clear, narrow eyes, her body froze abruptly.

Just as Murphy’s Law states, if you’re worried about a situation occurring, it’s more likely to happen.

Exactly as Ann, at this moment.