CHAPTER 945: CHAPTER 945: HOW MUCH IS A DAUGHTER WORTH?

At this moment, a few girls passing by suddenly stopped, eyes filled with disbelief, and then walked over to Ann Vaughn.

"Hi, are you Jade?"

Jade is the name of a zither player in "Morning Phoenix."

Ann Vaughn was contemplating the movie, and suddenly heard someone speaking to her, looked up and was immediately stunned.

The girls standing in front of her each had eyes red from crying, and their expressions were filled with indescribable compassion and sympathy, making Ann Vaughn instinctively want to back away.

What... what’s going on??

And the moment the girls clearly saw Ann Vaughn’s face, they became instantly excited.

"It’s really Jade! I saw the living Jade!"

"Jade, outsiders might see your choice to prefer death over becoming the emperor’s concubine as foolish, but we believe you’ve obtained the freedom you truly wanted."

"Jade, we all really like you, can we still hear you play the zither again? We will cherish you even more than the dog of an emperor!!"

"Jade, can I hug you? I don’t want you to die, I want you to live..."

Tears flowed from the girls’ eyes, crying more intensely than they had in the cinema just moments ago, leaving Ann Vaughn utterly bewildered.

Not, not likely, right??

The cinema entrance was already bustling with people, and passersby couldn’t help but turn their heads upon hearing the commotion.

And upon seeing this, Ann Vaughn was in trouble.

More and more "Morning Phoenix" fans swarmed over, and the previously wide-open space instantly became crowded.

Ann Vaughn instinctively turned her head, wanting to seek help from Cyrus Hawthorne, but did not catch sight of him, possibly dispersed by the crowd.

Just as Ann Vaughn was at a loss, someone’s hand suddenly grasped hers, quickly pulling her away from there.

In one breath, they ran into the underground parking lot, finally losing those persistent fans.

Ann Vaughn gasped for air repeatedly, lifted her head, and realized the person holding her wasn’t James Vaughn but a man wearing a black baseball cap and mask.

Ann Vaughn immediately withdrew her hand, stepped back, and looked at the man, "Who are you?"

"Oh, sorry, I thought you were my colleague and accidentally pulled the wrong person." The man adjusted the brim of his cap with his finger, then pulled down his mask to breathe, "Sorry, did I scare you?"

He was much taller than Ann Vaughn, thus from her angle, she could just see the excessively handsome face under his cap.

At the moment their eyes met, Ann Vaughn’s blood seemed to freeze momentarily.

How could he look so much like her?!

"My name is Wilder Sheridan. Just now, in the sudden situation, I mistakenly thought you were my staff and pulled you away. I hope you don’t mind." Wilder Sheridan cautiously said.

As he spoke, images abruptly flitted through Ann Vaughn’s mind, but before she could piece them together, they vanished.

"No, it’s okay, you helped me too."

"My nanny car is nearby, do you need me to take you away?"

"No need, I’m with friends." Ann Vaughn suppressed the turbulent thoughts within her, declining Wilder Sheridan’s offer.

Wilder Sheridan also did not insist, turned around, and swiftly left, lest he couldn’t resist asking his sister for a hug.

Watching his departing figure, Ann Vaughn vigorously rubbed her temples, her small face faintly pale.

In the fleeting memory that just surfaced, she saw Wilder Sheridan clinging to her neck, saying coyly, "Sis, you’re the best."

She also saw Wilder Sheridan suddenly pick up a chair like an angry little lion, eyes red, saying to someone—

"If my sister got harmed, this will be your consequence."

And...

Although those images weren’t clear, Ann Vaughn vaguely sensed that he was protecting her.

If these images were real, then Wilder Sheridan... could he be her brother?!

This thought pierced sharply into Ann Vaughn’s mind, making her overlook the continually ringing phone, hurriedly chasing after him.

In the nanny car not far away.

Wilder Sheridan leaned against the window, staring at Ann Vaughn’s direction, becoming increasingly restless the longer he watched.

"Can Breeze really do it? So much time has passed, why hasn’t my sister remembered her past memories?" Wilder Sheridan said sulkily, "If he can’t, brother, let’s just bring sis back to Marinia. There are so many good doctors, I’m sure we can find a way to cure my sister!"

Sitting beside him, Eli Sheridan said thoughtfully, "Sweetie has always been smart; you just revealed your face to her. Maybe she’s already beginning to suspect."

"Brother, why didn’t you go down there? You’ve known sis longer, it might be easier for her to remember."

"No legitimate reason." Eli Sheridan sighed.

Happiness is inevitably a matter of comparison.

Seeing his big brother’s depressed look, Wilder Sheridan’s goodwill towards Cyrus Hawthorne instantly skyrocketed.

Building a relationship with the future brother-in-law in advance really pays off!

...

Interrupted by the matter with Wilder Sheridan, Ann Vaughn completely forgot about the sudden disappearance of Cyrus Hawthorne for a while, until he took her back to the hospital, she didn’t even remember.

The assistant mentioned that Reese Lynch had already passed the danger period and had woken up, now undergoing a full-body examination.

Ann Vaughn arrived just as Reese Lynch was being sent back to the ward.

However, when Ann Vaughn walked in, Reese Lynch’s complexion wasn’t so good, alternating between pale and blue, unclear whether it was due to physical discomfort or some other distress.

The man standing beside the bed didn’t pause for this, "You know how hard I’ve worked for another promotion, opportunities don’t wait, if I miss this one, when will the next come? I’m working so hard to support you and your daughter, can’t you be a bit more understanding?"

"I’ve heard enough of this, I don’t want to hear it anymore."

"Alright, then I won’t say it. You should realize it yourself, don’t trouble me with these trivial matters, I’m very busy." After saying this, the man grumbled, "It’s not even a son, how much is a daughter worth anyway?"

Reese Lynch trembled with rage, "What do you mean? Isn’t the child our daughter?"

"Yes, yes." The man showed a trace of annoyance in his eyes, "You’ve just given birth, I don’t want to anger you, let’s just compromise. I have work to handle at the company, I’ll come check on you another day."

Finishing his words, the man can’t even bother to look at the redness in Reese Lynch’s eyes, with an impatient look, he left the ward.

As he brushed past Ann Vaughn, the man’s heart skipped a beat, his mouth opened, but he said nothing, quickening his pace to leave.

It’s truly a moment of coincidence.