CHAPTER 909: CHAPTER 909: WHO IS HE?

Cyrus Hawthorne...

It’s that name again.

Who exactly is he?

Ann Vaughn’s face turned deathly pale from the pain, her hand against the wall barely supporting her, as her vision began to blacken...

Joyce Chancellor was startled by Ann Vaughn’s reaction and was just about to ask her what was wrong when Sherry walked over.

"Annie!" Sherry hurriedly supported the swaying Ann Vaughn, disregarding Joyce Chancellor who was still beside her, and led Ann Vaughn to the lounge.

Joyce Chancellor initially thought to follow, but after reconsideration, she stopped.

After helping Ann Vaughn to the sofa, Sherry took her pulse, but unsurprisingly, everything seemed normal.

"Annie, I’ll massage you a bit, but please don’t fall asleep, try to stay awake, okay?" Sherry said to Ann Vaughn as she massaged her temples.

Though it didn’t have a significant effect, it at least made her feel a bit better.

Remembering Cyrus Hawthorne’s earlier instructions, Sherry’s heart felt like it was on fire, fearful that if Ann Vaughn fell asleep, she might never wake up again.

But Ann Vaughn, though in pain, didn’t lose consciousness entirely, struggling to stay awake.

Who knows how much time passed.

The color returned a little to Ann Vaughn’s ashen face, and her eyes no longer looked as vacant as before.

Compared to the first time she passed out from the pain, this situation was clearly better.

But only Ann Vaughn knew how unbearable it was just now.

Sherry, ignoring her aching fingers, gently touched Ann’s forehead and asked with a face full of concern, "Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn’t hurt anymore." Ann Vaughn shook her head, sat up with Sherry’s help, lowered her eyes and sat quietly for a while before asking, "Sherry, can my headaches be cured?"

She had seen doctors and taken a lot of medicine, but evidently, nothing had any effect.

Sherry sighed, "I’ll prescribe you some nourishing medicine, and let’s try adjusting for a while."

"Thank you." Ann Vaughn forced a smile.

Seeing Sherry come out, Joyce Chancellor, who was standing outside the lounge door, quickly left.

After Sherry left, Ann Vaughn took out her phone and started searching online for information related to the name "Cyrus Hawthorne."

Since he was the president of the Hawthorne Group, there should be some biographical information about him online...

[Page crash, please retry later.]

Seeing the familiar page prompt, Ann Vaughn frowned and started searching with other keywords.

The result was the same, nothing could be found.

It was as if someone had deliberately erased his information, leaving no trace at all.

...

At Villa No. 8.

"I understand, please make sure to take good care of her."

After hanging up the phone, Cyrus Hawthorne’s brows furrowed tightly, his face like it was covered in a layer of frost that couldn’t thaw.

The maid, about to start cleaning the living room, immediately backed out upon seeing him.

Self-preservation first, self-preservation first.

The Little Dumpling, however, was not afraid, and rushed straight onto Cyrus Hawthorne’s leg, puffing angrily, "You promised that if I came back with you, you would find a way for Mommy to stay here too, and yet you sent Mommy away! Liar!"

Cyrus lowered his eyes slightly and said in a flat tone, "I did promise you, but not now."

"Then when?"

"Soon."

"..." The Little Dumpling was instantly puffed up like a ball, "Don’t think that just because I’m small, I don’t know that when adults say ’soon,’ they mean longer than forever!"

Cyrus raised his eyebrows slightly and pinched his cheek, asking, "You know that?"

"Hmph." The Little Dumpling snorted, "Because Mommy has used the same trick on Kenny! So don’t think you can fool me!"

In some respects, his cleverness was quite like Ann Vaughn’s.

Cyrus crouched down to meet the Little Dumpling’s eyes, and asked him in a serious tone, "When has Daddy ever broken a promise to you?"

The Little Dumpling murmured, "You haven’t..."

"It’s important not to rush things, you know?" Cyrus rubbed the top of his fluffy hair, soothing him in a low voice.

"Then I’ll wait until the timing is right before Kenny comes back." The Little Dumpling chuckled, then released Cyrus’s thigh and turned to run away.

Cyrus saw through his intention at a glance, smiling faintly, "If you don’t want your mommy to get better, feel free to go find her."

The Little Dumpling immediately stopped and crashed back into Cyrus’s leg, whining in a childish voice, "Daddy~"

"Hmm?"

"Kenny loves Daddy, like a mouse loves rice."

"Heh."

Has today’s plastic father-son relationship thickened?

It hasn’t.

...

Ann Vaughn stepped out of the elevator with a bag of pastries, and before she could stand steady, a woman collapsed right in front of her, pressing down directly onto her.

Caught off guard, Ann Vaughn was pinned and almost stumbled back into the elevator.

"Hey?" Ann Vaughn struggled to help the person to the side of the elevator, squatted down to look at him, "Miss, are you okay? Can you hear me?"

Looking closer, Ann Vaughn realized the problem.

Long hair, blood-red lips, fair skin. At a glance, the delicate features made Ann Vaughn think he was female.

So when she saw the Adam’s apple on his neck, Ann Vaughn immediately changed her words, "Sir, should I call an ambulance for you?"

Just as Ann Vaughn took out her phone, a cold hand pressed down on the top.

"I... just have low blood sugar, no need." The man said weakly, trying to support himself up, but fell back again.

Low blood sugar, huh?

Thinking it over, Ann Vaughn took out a bottle of sweet milk from her bag, inserted a straw, and handed it to him, "Here you go."

"Thank you." The man barely lifted his eyes, taking the milk and drinking it.

After drinking a bottle of milk, and finishing three cakes, four osmanthus cakes, and five little puddings, the man finally seemed recovered.

Looking at the empty bag in her hand, Ann Vaughn thought, "..."

My goodness, that was enough for three people.

She had specially bought more to accommodate Susie Sommers’s current appetite.

"Thank you." The man stood up, nodded at Ann Vaughn to express his gratitude, then pointed to a door, "I just moved here today, my name is Ron Warren, please take care of me in the future."

Ann Vaughn noticed he was just across from her apartment.

Since he was a neighbor, those sweets could just be a welcome gift...

"Okay." Ann Vaughn nodded, and before leaving, she said to him, "Your low blood sugar is quite severe, you should go to the hospital."

Saying this, Ann Vaughn walked to her door, entered the password, and went in.

"Kenny, do you want to eat..." Ann Vaughn asked as she walked into the living room but suddenly stopped.

The living room was empty, no one there but her.

It was only then that Ann Vaughn remembered that Kenny had been taken back by his biological father.

It would not be easy to see the Little Dumpling again...