CHAPTER 903: CHAPTER 903: I CAN WAIT!

"Try gripping this hand tightly," Sherry said to Ann Vaughn after massaging for a while.

Ann Vaughn nodded and attempted to clench her right hand, but a sharp pain suddenly surged from her palm, forcing her to release her trembling fingers immediately.

Seeing this, Sherry’s expression grew serious.

"Has your palm been pierced by something sharp before?"

Ann Vaughn endured the pain in her palm and slowly shook her head, "I don’t think so. There are no wounds on my hand."

This was precisely what puzzled Sherry.

"Although I don’t know why there are no scars on your hand, if my guess is correct, it could very well be caused by a bullet."

A bullet?!

Ann Vaughn furrowed her brows and stared at her smooth, pale palm in silence.

The needle-like stabbing pain still spread within her palm. No matter how tightly she tried to clench her fingers, her right hand struggled to form a fist.

Logically speaking, if her right hand had been pierced by a bullet, it would have been gravely damaged, and there should be no way it wouldn’t leave a trace of a scar.

But somehow, deep down, Ann Vaughn felt that Sherry was right.

"Sherry, can Ann’s hand be healed?" Susie Sommers asked worriedly from the side.

Ann Vaughn looked up upon hearing this, a barely perceptible trace of tension leaked from her bright eyes.

Sherry glanced at her and nodded, "Although your right hand’s meridians are severed, it’s fortunate that there’s still sensation, which means there’s a chance for recovery."

Before Ann Vaughn could rejoice, Sherry continued, "I’ll use acupuncture first to alleviate the pain and prevent stiffness in your hand. But as for a complete cure... I’ll need to consult medical texts, and I can’t give you an answer right now."

"I can wait!" Ann Vaughn smiled softly, her voice firm, "No matter how long or difficult it is, I can wait as long as my hand can be healed."

She wasn’t afraid of waiting.

She was only afraid of waiting without hope.

Seeing the smile on Ann Vaughn’s face, Sherry felt an indescribable heartache.

If Ann Vaughn’s memory loss and her right-hand injury were discovered by Lucy Lock at this critical moment, the consequences might be unimaginable.

It truly was misfortune upon misfortune.

"Tap."

No one noticed a figure silently leaving the lounge.

...

After agreeing with Sherry to visit the clinic every two days for acupuncture, Ann Vaughn borrowed some medical books from her and brought them home to read.

Earlier, while Sherry was massaging her hand and performing acupuncture, Ann Vaughn felt an unusual familiarity, even recalling the names and functions of certain acupoints in her mind.

If her guess was correct, she might have been a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner before losing her memory.

Perhaps... she could retrieve some previous memories from these medical books.

With this thought, Ann Vaughn spent two consecutive days poring over those medical texts.

The result was that she didn’t recall any other memories, but her knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine became increasingly clear, and she became more adept at preparing medicinal meals for Susie Sommers.

"Annie, why did you buy so many books?" Susie Sommers’s surprised voice came from the entryway.

Ann Vaughn walked out of the kitchen and saw Susie carrying a small box into the living room, followed by a deliveryman helping her with the items.

"I haven’t shopped online recently," Ann Vaughn puzzled, furrowing her brows and then asked the deliveryman, "Did you deliver to the wrong address?"

"Isn’t this Miss Ann Vaughn’s residence?"

Ann Vaughn nodded, "This is indeed my home..."

The deliveryman smiled, "No mistake, this is your package. Please sign for it."

Ann Vaughn absentmindedly signed her name and, after seeing off the deliveryman, returned to the living room to open the boxes.

Upon seeing the book cover on top, depicting two figures locked in an intimate embrace, Annie suddenly forgot how to blink.

This...this...

Susie Sommers peeked over, and exclaimed, "Oh my gosh—Annie, can you handle so many beautiful young men?"

When Ann Vaughn was in Gothasen, to prevent her from contacting the outside world using a phone or seeing anything she shouldn’t on a computer,

Warren Vance never provided her with a phone or computer.

When bored, she occupied herself with the manga books Kira brought her.

That opened up a new world for her.

While enjoying reading is one thing, receiving several boxes of manga books from a stranger is entirely different.

Not only did Ann Vaughn not feel touched, but she also felt a bit alarmed.

"Could it be a friend of yours who sent them to you? If it’s someone who knows you, they should be aware of your tastes." Susie Sommers picked up a shoujo manga and began reading it.

"I’ll make a phone call." After thinking for a moment, Ann Vaughn picked up her phone and headed to the balcony.

The call connected quickly.

But unexpectedly, it wasn’t Warren Vance who answered, but...

"Annie, how have you been lately?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Ann Vaughn froze, "Kressiel?"

"It’s me." Kressiel’s voice carried an indescribable weariness, "I overheard Warren and Quinn Bishop’s conversation, and heard you went to S Country?"

"That’s right, why?"

"You need to leave there quickly, trust me, it’s dangerous there!"

Ann Vaughn’s eyes flickered, Kressiel’s words at this moment strangely overlapped with Warren Vance’s ambiguous words from last night in her mind.

"Why is it dangerous here? Kressiel, can you explain more clearly?"

For some unknown reason, Kressiel became agitated, "You must stay away from anyone with the last name Hawthorne—"

Before Kressiel could finish speaking, Ann Vaughn heard a scream from the phone.

Ann Vaughn’s heart skipped a beat, "Kressiel? Kressiel?"

There was no response from Kressiel on the phone for a long time, until a few light footsteps were heard.

"Kressiel?" Ann Vaughn tentatively called again.

A few seconds of silence followed before a gentle voice, like a spring breeze, came through.

"She fainted, I’ve sent her to a doctor, don’t worry."

With that, without waiting for Ann Vaughn’s response, Warren Vance hung up the phone.

"Warren, wait!" Ann Vaughn hurriedly tried to stop him, but it was too late, the call was disconnected.

Watching the gradually dimming phone screen, Ann Vaughn’s brows furrowed tighter, recalling Kressiel’s last words made her heart ache inexplicably.

She pressed hard against the spot over her heart, her lips tightly pursed.

Ann Vaughn still remembered, not long after she woke up, she heard Warren Vance say that Hawthorne was the surname of her mother’s killer.

But then Kressiel also mentioned a man of hers named Cyrus Hawthorne...

Could there be some connection between the two?

Or perhaps, they are... the same person?