CHAPTER 888: CHAPTER 888: NATIONWIDE MARRIAGE URGING

Until the photographer couldn’t bear the pressure and aimed his camera at Ann Vaughn for the seventh time, the S Country audience immediately went wild.

The viewers quickly exited the live stream and logged into the national forum.

——I was just watching a certain country’s live broadcast, and unexpectedly saw someone shocking my entire family appear in it.

——Why are Gothasen’s people calling Ann Vaughn ’Princess’? Isn’t she from our country? When did she marry into Gothasen??

——Before the camera showed Ann Vaughn, the comments were all about ’Princess, we love you.’ I was just thinking this princess was quite beloved by the people, and then when the camera turned, I was absolutely shocked.

——Here’s a scoop: my friend works at the Imperial Glory Branch, and not too long ago, Ann Vaughn was hospitalized due to illness. Do you know who helped her with meetings then? It was Mr. Hawthorne, can you believe it??

——No no no, my goddess can’t marry into another country! She’s our little darling!! Baby, look at your mommy!!

——Speaking of which, if Ann Vaughn has indeed remarried to another country, it would indeed be a national loss. Considering her current age and accomplishments, you’ll understand what I mean.

——Oh my god, the more I think about it, the more terrifying it gets!

Originally, the spectators were just there for the gossip, but when the larger picture was painted, the forum atmosphere instantly became tense.

Ann Vaughn is only in her twenties yet has accomplishments in medicine far beyond her years.

If given time, who knows what astonishing heights she could reach?

If such talent flows abroad, we can only imagine the great loss for our country.

Before long, the official accounts of the Imperial Glory Branch and Vaughn Clinic were flooded.

Even Cyrus Hawthorne’s account, with its massive follower count and only one retweet, was overrun by these netizens.

The comments beneath that lone tweet were filled with cries and complaints.

——President Hawthorne, I beg you, please bring Dr. Vaughn back! I’ll even bring the civil affairs bureau, I’ll cover the nine dollars and ninety cents!!

——President Hawthorne, look at us! Quickly take back your wife, don’t let her get snatched away by some other country’s moron, promise us, okay!!

——President Hawthorne, look here! "Expert teaches you how to win over your favorite girl in thirty days."

——"The impact of an incomplete family on children."

——"No means yes! Teach you fifteen ways to understand a woman’s subtext."

...

The secretary managing Cyrus Hawthorne’s account was overwhelmed by notifications for the entire day.

When the secretary finally took a moment to check the phone, he was stupefied by the wall of content.

What on earth is all this?

Originally uninterested in responding to these comments, the secretary noticed they seemed to involve Miss Vaughn, so he clicked on the top link for a quick glance.

Upon exiting the forum, the secretary was visibly flustered.

"Ugh! What audacity do these Gothasen people have?! Miss Vaughn is clearly our President’s wife, who are they calling out to?!"

After venting, the secretary wasted no time, quickly organizing the links from Weibo and the forum, and sent them over to Mark Joyce.

As if afraid that with a moment’s delay, Ann Vaughn would truly be whisked away.

The head of The Imperial Capital Medical Research Institute also got wind of the situation and called to check in with the Vaughn Clinic.

Sherry was exhausted from the calls, her hands sore from repeating the same script to numerous bigwigs.

"Thank you, Director, we really aren’t lacking anything. Equipment is more than sufficient, no need to trouble yourself... No, no, no, there’s nothing going on, Dr. Vaughn is just in a bit of a mood lately, she traveled abroad for some leisure, she’ll return in due time."

"The higher-ups have always been concerned about Dr. Vaughn. In the future, if she needs anything, she can request it freely, and we’ll ensure her needs are met."

Why is this involving higher-ups now??

Sherry wiped her brow, chuckling awkwardly, "Rest assured, Director, I’ll definitely relay this to Dr. Vaughn."

Only then did the director hang up the phone.

Once the call was over, Sherry immediately went online to search for news related to Ann Vaughn, her expression growing heavier with each item she read.

No wonder she couldn’t find a trace of Ann Vaughn after so long.

——She’s actually fallen back into Warren Vance’s hands again!?

Realizing this, Sherry quickly found Eli Sheridan’s contact and made a call.

...

In the VIP room at The Expanse Federal Hospital.

Several white-coated doctors gathered around the bedside, advising the man attempting to get up with concerned expressions.

"Mr. Hawthorne, although your life is no longer in immediate danger, the wound is near the heart and requires a week’s observation to ensure no complications arise."

The attending physician pleaded earnestly, "You can’t move around recklessly; what if the wound tears?"

Though the room’s lighting was warm-toned, Cyrus Hawthorne’s sculpted features appeared exceptionally pale. His lips faintly colored, and even with a slight press, exuded an aura of authority.

He pressed a hand against his aching temples, impatience flitting through his dark eyes, "How much longer before I can be discharged?"

The attending physician frowned, You just woke up less than ten minutes ago, and already you’re thinking of discharge?

"Mr. Hawthorne, if not for your heart being positioned uniquely on the right side instead of the usual left, that bullet you took to the left chest could have killed you instantly. You must recuperate properly, it will take at least a month..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the temperature in the room seemed to drop.

A chill snaked its way down everyone’s spine.

The man’s icy glare was as sharp as blades, his expression daunting enough to make the veteran Expanse doctors avoid meeting his eyes.

Even so, the attending physician remained firm, "Mr. Hawthorne, regardless, we cannot allow you to leave here until your injuries have fully healed."

Rather than fearing potential reprimands, the doctors prioritized Cyrus Hawthorne’s safety.

He must not come to harm.

It was at this moment that Mark Joyce received a flurry of messages from the secretary, quickly browsing through them, his face grew grim.

"President Hawthorne, please look at this." Mark handed the phone to Cyrus, displaying a video.

In the video, Ann Vaughn lowered her gaze to smell a flower, lips carrying a faint smile, seemingly joyful but without reaching her eyes.

Recalling the scene where Ann Vaughn had resolutely used her right hand to block the gun and pulled the trigger, the heavy shadows in Cyrus’s eyes lingered.

However, the video didn’t show Ann Vaughn’s right hand, leaving the extent of her injuries unknown.