CHAPTER 897: CHAPTER 897: EVEN HE DOESN’T GET THIS PRIVILEGE

"Can I call you Mommy from now on?" The Little Dumpling looked at Ann Vaughn with longing eyes, full of expectation.

Ann Vaughn was overjoyed and couldn’t refuse even if she wanted to.

"Of course, from now on I am your Mommy." As she said this, Ann Vaughn suddenly had an idea, "By the way, since you’re called Jasper Vaughn, how about I call you Kenny?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Ann Vaughn was taken aback.

Kenny...

Was it a coincidence?

Before Ann Vaughn could understand why she thought of this name, the Little Dumpling rushed into her arms.

"Mommy!" The Little Dumpling’s nose tingled, his voice choked with emotion.

Daddy was right, Mommy had only lost the memory of loving them deeply, but her love for them would never fade away.

The tenderness she showed him from her heart was the best proof of it.

"Be a good Kenny." Ann Vaughn didn’t dwell on the previous question, only feeling that the little one in her arms was soft and had a faint scent of milk candy, just holding him made her feel immensely satisfied.

No wonder those noble ladies loved to show off their kids; with such a little treasure, who wouldn’t want to brag every day?

It must be that the heavens thought she was too lonely, which is why they sent such a little angel to comfort her!

Having done nothing to earn such a little treasure, much of the gloom in Ann Vaughn’s heart dissipated, and she felt much lighter when looking at the map.

The Little Dumpling nestled in Ann Vaughn’s arms, watching her circle several countries on the map with a pen, using his chubby fingers to point at one and say, "Mommy, I saw on TV that this country is currently in turmoil."

"That’s too dangerous." Ann Vaughn furrowed her eyebrows slightly and crossed out that country.

"And this K Country, the TV said there was a widespread virus outbreak there."

Oh my, a virus outbreak?!

Ann Vaughn quickly crossed out K Country as well.

"I also heard on TV that B Country recently had terrorist attacks, with over six bombing incidents!"

"And C Country, I heard there have been multiple earthquakes there."

"And here..."

With every word from the Little Dumpling, Ann Vaughn added another cross on her map.

In the end, only J Country, F Country, and S Country were left as choices.

Ann Vaughn didn’t think about why Kenny, such a little boy, could remember so much from TV, but looking at those three countries, she suddenly felt indecisive.

Suddenly, she remembered a very important question.

"Where is Kenny’s hometown?"

The Little Dumpling pointed to S Country on the map, his smile pure and innocent, "Mommy, the hot pot and ice cream here are really delicious."

"Really?" Ann Vaughn had no idea she was being tricked by the Little Dumpling, and at the mention of ice cream, her mouth started watering.

"Since this is Kenny’s hometown, Mommy would love to visit." Ann Vaughn said earnestly.

It’s definitely not because she wanted to eat ice cream and hot pot that she decided to go to that country.

Kenny burst into a smile, patting his little chest, looking at her with bright eyes, "I promise Mommy won’t be disappointed!"

Ann Vaughn couldn’t resist and gave him a kiss on his little cheek, "Mommy believes in you!"

The night deepened.

After Ann Vaughn had fallen asleep on the accompanying bed, the Little Dumpling, who had fallen asleep earlier, opened his eyes, quietly got out of bed, and went into the bathroom.

Taking out the communicator hidden under his clothes, the Little Dumpling immediately made a call.

"Do you still remember you have a Daddy?" Cyrus Hawthorne’s low, hoarse voice came from the communicator.

The Little Dumpling chuckled, "I almost forgot."

From the Little Dumpling’s tone, it was easy to tell that his approach to Ann Vaughn was going very smoothly.

Cyrus Hawthorne was silent for a long time before asking slowly, "So, has your Mommy remembered you yet?"

"...No." The Little Dumpling’s head drooped, feeling downcast for a good while before he regained his spirits and reported everything that happened today to his Daddy.

At first, everything seemed fine, but as he listened more, something felt off.

"So you told her your Daddy is gone, and Mommy ran away, and now you’re an orphan?" Cyrus Hawthorne’s voice was icy.

It was only then that the Little Dumpling realized he had let it slip and quickly tried to appease, "It’s just a temporary strategy to coax Mommy back home, Daddy, just bear with it a bit~"

Otherwise, his Mommy would never have adopted him.

Speaking of the adoption, the Little Dumpling felt there was no child more unfortunate than him QAQ.

On the other side, Cyrus Hawthorne pushed away the documents at hand, stood up from his desk, and walked to the window, looking down intently.

From here, he could see the clinic where Ann Vaughn and Kenny were, as well as the ward facing this way.

But in the dark of night, everything was obscured and unclear.

Cyrus Hawthorne narrowed his gaze, zeroing in on one of the ward windows, saying faintly, "So you sacrificed your Daddy and naturally stayed with your Mommy, even sleeping in the same room with her?"

He didn’t even have that privilege.

The great President Hawthorne thought more than once, if it weren’t his own son...

"No, not at all!" The Little Dumpling denied immediately, "If the one approaching Mommy was Daddy, she wouldn’t even let you into her room, and she’d be on guard!"

Speaking of the sad truth, Lord Kenny had never thought he’d have to gain sympathy to stay by his Mommy’s side.

But compared to his Daddy alone in a hotel room...

After all, happiness is relative.

Cyrus Hawthorne’s brows furrowed deeply, his chiseled face clouded with an unshakeable frustration, his narrow eyes deep as ink, almost dripping with intensity.

Previously, just hearing his name, Ann Vaughn couldn’t withstand the shock and fainted once.

If they met, who could say whether she’d be so shocked she’d faint and never wake up again?

Kenny’s concern wasn’t unwarranted; to Ann Vaughn, he was just...a stranger.

"But Daddy, as long as Mommy comes back to our country, won’t you have plenty of chances to see her in the future?" the Little Dumpling said thoughtfully, "Daddy, your injuries haven’t fully healed yet. Just focus on recovering, and leave Mommy to Kenny!"

Hearing the comfort in the Little Dumpling’s words, the frost on Cyrus Hawthorne’s face slowly faded, a faint smile curling his thin lips.

"You’ve made it all worth it."

"Hehe, of course~"

...

Early the next morning.

As the Little Dumpling slept soundly, Ann Vaughn got up, washed up, and before heading out to buy breakfast, counted the money she had on her.

When she realized that this amount was only enough for tickets for her and Kenny to S Country—

Ann Vaughn almost wanted to leave this beautiful world right then and there.

As the saying goes, with money you can travel the world, without it you can’t move an inch, especially when you’re with a little child.

Even if she changed her plan not to go to S Country, this money wouldn’t last long...