CHAPTER 925: CHAPTER 925: I’LL SAVE HER

"Like this?"

Unexpectedly hearing Cyrus Hawthorne’s voice, Ann Vaughn instinctively turned her head.

Her soft lips unintentionally brushed against his firm jaw, slightly damp, instantly causing her eyes to widen.

She struggled to kick the thoughts out of her mind, but they surged back.

"You..." Ann’s voice tightened, her left hand clenched tightly on her knee, "You’re too close."

It was more than just close.

This posture nearly had him holding her from behind in his arms.

In front was the table, behind was his chest with a faint cool fragrance, Ann was trapped between them, unable to escape, momentarily at a loss.

"Hmm?" Cyrus Hawthorne seemed not to catch her words clearly, leaning in to shorten the distance between them, "What?"

Recalling his previous statements about his poor hearing, Ann took a deep breath, shouted loudly, "You’re so close, you’re blocking my fresh air! Move away!!"

If he got any closer, would she even be able to survive?

Was this man not afraid she’d lose control and pounce on him?

Did she really look like a good person?

Seeing Ann’s frantic expression, Cyrus pressed his lips together, barely resisting the urge to laugh.

Oh, shy again.

"Sorry, I didn’t notice." With a light apology, Cyrus then sat down nearby.

Ann clutched tightly to her remaining trace of conscience. Seeing Cyrus not leave but instead sit down, she was about to question why he hadn’t left, when he spoke:

"My skills should be pretty good, do you need my help?"

The words she had been about to say were swallowed down by Ann.

"...Yes, thank you."

Time ticked away, unnoticed, until it reached three in the morning.

Cyrus Hawthorne, concentrated, placed the last two shells carefully before setting the completed shell castle flat on the table.

About to speak, he saw Ann Vaughn asleep on the table.

Her face rested on her arm, causing her small mouth to open slightly, soft strands of hair stuck to her slightly pink cheeks, looking charmingly innocent and serene.

Whatever she was dreaming about, Ann suckled her small mouth, her cheek rubbed against her arm, sleeping sweetly.

Cyrus narrowed his dark eyes gradually, finally pushing the shell castle aside and leaning forward.

His thin lips precisely pressed against the little mouth he thought of day and night.

But it was just a fleeting taste, no indulgence.

Yet even such a light touch nearly dismantled the reason and calm Cyrus had carefully maintained in recent days.

He wanted to hold her closely, to kiss every inch of her skin, to feel her warmth...

Yet could only express it through this kiss.

"Annie," Cyrus whispered huskily, looking at Ann’s sleeping face, "Hurry up and remember."

Otherwise, he couldn’t guarantee how long he could maintain his reason.

...

The next day.

Ann Vaughn had a not-so-good dream.

In the dream, a jelly chased her mouth frantically; no matter how she dodged, it didn’t help, her mouth bitten until it was sore and swollen.

Scared, Ann woke up and immediately checked in the mirror, relieved to find no redness or swelling.

Thankfully, it was just a dream.

After washing up, Ann immediately saw the shell castle on the table, her bright eyes lighting up, and she walked over in a few steps.

The pearly white shell castle, in the morning light, looked as exquisite as artwork in a museum, making one hesitate to touch it.

What truly amazed Ann was that not a single shell was left unused; all were put to use.

She couldn’t even achieve such precise calculations.

With this in mind, Ann hurried to get her phone, planning to take a few pictures of the little castle.

She had silenced her phone last night, and upon picking it up, she saw a missed call from Susie Sommers.

"Hello? Susie?"

"Annie, I’m not feeling well." Susie’s voice was weak and feeble, "My stomach hurts..."

Stomach hurts?

Ann’s heart skipped a beat, "Where are you now? I’ll call an ambulance to take you to the hospital..."

Before she could finish, Susie interrupted her with difficulty, "Can’t go to the hospital, can’t go... I’m at home, can you come find me? I hurt so much..."

Thud.

The sound of a phone dropping reached Ann’s ears, her heart leaped.

"Susie? Susie? Susie, are you okay?"

She waited but heard no response from Susie.

Ann dared not waste time, she hurriedly left the room to find Cyrus Hawthorne.

In less than ten minutes, a helicopter took off from the private island towards The Imperial Capital.

Ann kept dialing Susie’s phone, but it never connected, anxiety surged within her.

Susie was still pregnant; she said her stomach hurt, probably stirred the fetus. If not sent to the hospital promptly causing a miscarriage...

Just thinking about it made Ann break out in a cold sweat.

Seeing her so distressed, Little Dumpling felt uneasy too, taking out a palm mirror to operate, pulling up the surveillance outside Susie’s home.

The Hidden Guard had reached that floor, and seeing this, Little Dumpling quickly hacked the password lock on Susie’s house, allowing them to enter and find her.

In Ann’s anxiety, Cyrus suddenly said, "Your friend has been sent to the hospital, don’t worry."

Ann lifted her head abruptly, "Really?"

"Absolutely."

"Thank you!" Ann expressed her gratitude, her heart relaxing.

The helicopter soon reached The Imperial Capital, landing on the rooftop of First Hospital.

Ann hurried to the surgery room, where she saw the chief doctor coming out.

"Who is the family of the pregnant woman? She’s having severe bleeding, it’s critical. Please sign the consent form for the miscarriage operation so we can proceed immediately."

Miscarriage?!

These words were like a bomb exploding in Ann’s head.

"Please, the family..."

"Wait!" Ann interrupted the doctor, her slightly pale face filled with unprecedented calm and determination, "You can’t save her, I will!"

...

After nearly two more hours, the red light in the surgery room finally went out.

The doors opened, and several doctors and nurses came out, led by the chief doctor who shook his head repeatedly.

"What’s the situation?" Cyrus asked in a deep voice.

Little Dumpling couldn’t help but clutch Cyrus’s hand tightly, their moist eyes filled with worry.

The chief doctor shook his head again, making those nearby feel hopeless, then opened his mouth, "Both the mother and the child were saved, but she’ll need to stay in the hospital for observation to ensure there are no other issues."

He then sighed, "This was truly snatching people from the hands of death; I feel ashamed in comparison."