CHAPTER 932: CHAPTER 932: SHE IS ACTUALLY AQUARELLE VAUGHN

Poisoning?!

Ann Vaughn snapped back to her senses and incredulously asked, "I poisoned Kenny?!"

Cyrus Hawthorne frowned slightly, "Details."

"I just walked into the kitchen and saw her about to dump a pot of medicinal rice porridge. I thought it was strange and asked a few questions. She claimed she saw with her own eyes Miss Vaughn putting something in the porridge, and she even took photos as evidence."

Ann Vaughn felt a headache coming on.

The medicinal porridge she painstakingly prepared for several days was mostly thrown away by them.

And she was accused of poisoning. She wondered what James Vaughn would think of her...

Thinking of this, Ann Vaughn tightly pursed her red lips and was about to explain to Cyrus Hawthorne when she heard him speak coldly:

"Go pull up all the surveillance footage in the villa."

"Yes."

Ann Vaughn had done nothing wrong, so she wasn’t afraid of being investigated. However, she couldn’t shake off an uncomfortable feeling in her heart.

She lowered her eyes slightly, then said nonchalantly, "I’ll go upstairs to check on Kenny first. Let me know the results after you check."

After speaking, she didn’t wait for Cyrus Hawthorne to respond and quickly went upstairs.

Soon, Mark Joyce returned with a computer.

"President Hawthorne, this is today’s surveillance footage, you..."

Cyrus Hawthorne didn’t show any intention of watching it, his expression was so cold it was chilling: "Find out who has been disrespectful to Annie recently, and fire them all. Furthermore, blacklist them permanently in the industry."

Mark Joyce immediately replied, "Yes."

The servants hiding not far away and eavesdropping, turned deathly pale upon hearing this.

Losing such a well-paid and easy job was already a blow to them.

But being blacklisted in the industry permanently was akin to the sky falling!

They exchanged glances, seeing regret in each other’s eyes.

...

Upstairs, Ann Vaughn discovered that the Little Dumpling, whom she imagined would be trembling in a corner, was sleeping soundly in the bed.

However, there were fewer simple porridge dishes on the table, indicating that he had woken up, eaten, and then gone back to sleep.

Seeing the bandage on Little Dumpling’s neck, Ann Vaughn’s eyes filled with a trace of heartache, thinking of the medicinal porridge that was thrown away, her heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys all ached.

Not to mention the effort it took to make those medicinal broths. If Kenny had consumed them earlier, he would have recovered faster.

It seemed James Vaughn was starting to doubt her...

This thought just entered her mind when Ann Vaughn’s eyes dimmed.

After all, she wasn’t Kenny’s biological mother, so it’s understandable James Vaughn had suspicions about her intentions with the Little Dumpling.

She understood the logic, yet couldn’t conceal the disappointment in her heart.

After spending a short time in the children’s room, Ann Vaughn returned to her own room.

Suddenly, the phone in her pocket rang.

Ann Vaughn picked it up to see it was an unfamiliar number.

"Hello, is this Miss Ann Vaughn?"

"Yes, who is this?"

The other person seemed to sigh with relief, "I’m Reese Lynch, the editor-in-chief of La Belle. I’m sorry to bother you today, but I have a favor to ask."

La Belle was a famous magazine in the country, consistently topping sales charts, maintaining its prestige even in the age of declining print media, well-known to all.

Ann Vaughn skipped Reese Lynch’s personal introduction and asked directly, "I’m not acquainted with you, so why are you seeking my help?"

"I heard about you from a friend. He told me that your medical skills are exceptional, even capable of saving a dying person, so I tried calling you," Reese Lynch explained softly.

Ann Vaughn’s eyes twitched slightly.

Which means Reese Lynch’s friend might have known her before?

"What would you like me to help with?" Ann Vaughn steadied her mind and asked, changing her tone.

"Actually, I’m about to give birth soon, but the closer the date gets, the more anxious I feel. If you could be there on my delivery day, even if you do nothing, I would feel much more at ease."

Ann Vaughn was silent for a moment, thinking this sounds oddly like—my husband doesn’t have to be there, but you must be??

"When is your due date? Can I meet your friend after?"

"Of course," Reese Lynch responded, genuinely flattered, "It’s on the 17th of this month, next Wednesday. Just to be safe, could you come a day earlier?"

"Sure."

"Thank you so much. You are just as people say."

People say?

Ann Vaughn’s slender eyebrows gently furrowed. It seems she’s somewhat famous in S Country?

But why can’t she find any information about herself online?

Suddenly, Ann Vaughn tightened her grip on the phone, and her clear eyes rippled with shock.

There’s not just no information on Ann Vaughn, but also none on Aquarelle Vaughn!

Is it possible... that she’s actually Aquarelle Vaughn?!

Otherwise, how could she be so familiar with traditional Chinese medicine and able to make pharmaceuticals after just one look?

Thinking about this, Ann Vaughn found it hard to calm down for a long time.

She knew her guess was a bit crazy, but her heart kept gravitating toward this answer.

...

When going downstairs for dinner, Ann Vaughn noticed some new faces in the villa.

The previous servants seemed to have vanished, not a single one seen again.

Ann Vaughn sensed something was off but wasn’t sure, so she asked about it.

Cyrus Hawthorne didn’t seem to take the matter to heart, replying calmly after a few seconds, "I fired them all."

"Actually, I did add something to Kenny’s porridge, it was..."

Before she could finish explaining, Cyrus Hawthorne interrupted, "What you put in doesn’t matter."

Finally, he gently added, "You don’t need to explain what you haven’t done."

Only those who’ve done wrong need to explain.

Hearing the implication behind Cyrus Hawthorne’s words, Ann Vaughn was momentarily stunned.

She thought he was checking the surveillance because he doubted her, but it appeared he didn’t?

If he had even the slightest suspicion of her, he would have listened to her explanation before speaking.

But he hadn’t.

This showed he truly believed she hadn’t poisoned Kenny.

Feeling a twinge at the tip of her nose, Ann Vaughn dropped her head and softly said, "Thank you."

Upon hearing this, Cyrus Hawthorne’s brow slightly arched, followed by a faint tinge of helplessness in his narrow eyes.

She probably didn’t know that more than her thanks, he wished she would express herself directly when she felt wronged, even if...

Biting him was an option.

But now, Ann Vaughn endured pain without seeking his comfort, instead swallowing it silently.

How could he not feel helpless?

Ultimately, it was probably because he hadn’t provided enough security to let her trust him wholeheartedly.

A shadow passed through Cyrus Hawthorne’s dark eyes, and he softly asked Ann Vaughn, "Are you familiar with the Lockwood family’s second son?"

"Lockwood family’s second son?" Ann Vaughn raised her head, eyes puzzled, "Who is that?"

No one around her had the surname Lockwood...

"The man who had lunch with you at noon." Cyrus Hawthorne’s cool voice deepened slightly.