CHAPTER 100: CHAPTER 100: A WOMAN EXCESSIVELY NAIVE

Until she heard those words with her own ears, the image of being sent away from the Vaughn Family as a child for being deemed unmanageable by her parents flashed through her mind.

As if overlapping with the present moment.

No matter what, she hoped her child wouldn’t face the same situation after being born.

Thinking of this, Ann Vaughn’s curled eyelashes fluttered slightly, the fragmented light in her bright eyes gradually turning resolute.

It took her a long while to speak, "As long as we get divorced, this will be just my child, I don’t need you to take any responsibility, accordingly, you don’t have the right to interfere with my decision to keep this child."

"Ann Vaughn," Cyrus Hawthorne exerted a little force with his fingertips and broke the cigarette in his hand, his narrow eyes coldly glaring at her, "Are you negotiating terms with me?"

"Didn’t you already cancel the TV programs and endorsements?" Ann Vaughn concealed a bitter smile at the corner of her mouth, opened the car door, and got out, looking at Cyrus Hawthorne’s indifferent, picturesque profile for a few seconds before turning to leave.

Her seemingly fragile back was straight, refusing to yield.

Cyrus Hawthorne’s eyes lingered coolly on her back for a moment, his thin lips emitting a light sneer.

A woman overly naive, driven by her emotions.

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After two important jobs were withdrawn, Ann Vaughn’s schedule suddenly became free, her small clinic having fewer patients due to Jade Shepherd causing a commotion with the patients while she was away last time.

As such, Ann Vaughn focused entirely on exam preparation and extracting potions, having no time to wallow in sorrow.

Unfortunately, some rare herbs couldn’t be found even at a chain pharmacy like Hundred-Herb Hall, leaving Ann Vaughn puzzled as to why the herbs her grandfather had like grass were nowhere to be seen in The Imperial Capital.

Searching every corner of the Herbalist Hospital library, Ann Vaughn still couldn’t find relevant herbal data, so she closed the book and left the library.

Just turning a corner, a hurried figure bumped into her.

Ann Vaughn quickly stepped aside, avoiding getting hit, but the person, moving too fast to stop promptly, fell to the ground.

"Are you okay?" Ann Vaughn reached out to help her.

"Can’t you watch where you’re going?" The girl muttered a few complaints in dissatisfaction as she stood, but upon seeing Ann Vaughn’s face, her expression suddenly changed.

Like seeing something terrifying, she quickly shook off Ann Vaughn’s hand and ran off with her head lowered!

Ann Vaughn curiously watched the girl run away, puzzled why she’d flee upon seeing her, given she didn’t seem to know her.

This small incident didn’t bother Ann Vaughn too much. As she left the school, she walked to the bus stop, pulling out her phone to message Susie Sommers.

Ever since Susie Sommers left just a message for Ann Vaughn to stay calm and then disappeared, Ann Vaughn didn’t know what happened that day at Aurelia Hall.

Ann Vaughn remembered Silas Master Moore seemed unaffected, indicating the one hurt was likely Susie Sommers.

"What happened to that car?"

"Is the driver drunk? It looks off, should we call the police?"

"Damn! Everyone run—"

Screams suddenly erupted around the bus station, and the people waiting below the sign scattered in all directions like mad.

Just as Ann Vaughn raised her head to see what had happened, a horrifying scene unfolded before her—

A black Bentley, maneuvering in an S-shape, came driving in the wrong direction toward the lanes near the bus stop, filled with pedestrians, yet showing no intent to stop!

Almost all pedestrians beside the bus stop scattered, but on the roadside not far from the car, sat a small child!

Ann Vaughn’s face suddenly changed; just before the car was about to hit the child, a dazzling golden light flashed between her fingers, shooting directly at the car!

In the next second, the car violently swerved before crashing with a "bang" into a tree left just a few dozen centimeters from the child!

The surrounding people were stunned by this thrilling scene, terror washing over them as they reacted.

If that runaway Bentley had hit the small child, blood would have smeared on the spot!

Ann Vaughn didn’t hesitate to run over and scoop the child away, who then belatedly sensed the danger and burst into loud cries.

"There, there, no more crying, it’s okay now." Ann Vaughn gently patted the child’s back to comfort him, her gaze pointing toward the nearly wrecked car.

Almost everyone getting out of the Bentley wore black, tensely supporting a man in a gentle jade Tang suit with eyes covered by a bandage.

Though the window to his soul was blocked by white gauze, the man’s distinguished, handsome face could still be glimpsed, appearing very mysterious.

Just now, Ann Vaughn used Golden Needle to puncture the tire. The driver’s timely reaction to stop showcased immense composure and adaptability.

In short, these people were definitely not ordinary.

The Imperial Capital Police Department agents and an ambulance soon arrived, the scene a chaotic mess.

The child’s parents quickly came over, and hearing from nearby witnesses about the terrifying incident, they presumed Ann Vaughn had selflessly dashed to save their child, promptly thanking her.

Though not exactly a selfless act, Ann Vaughn indeed expended significant effort to slow the car down using the Golden Needle to pierce the tires.

If not for her intense childhood training, she might not have managed to pull the child from under the wheels today.

Ann Vaughn didn’t reveal the truth, avoiding being seen as some kind of martial arts zealot. Once the parents took the child away, she prepared to leave as well.

"Miss, sorry, but would you please come with us to the station to provide a statement?" A female agent stopped Ann Vaughn from leaving.

"Me?" Ann Vaughn was surprised, "May I know the reason? This incident doesn’t involve me."

The female agent also seemed incredulous, "Someone claimed to have seen you do something to the car, causing it to suddenly stop. We hope you can assist us in the investigation."

Ann Vaughn paused for two seconds and then reluctantly agreed, following the female agent into the car.

After all, even if she told the truth, they wouldn’t believe her.

The Imperial Capital Police Department.

After hearing Ann Vaughn’s description, the male inspector taking notes couldn’t help but laugh before quickly regaining his composure to reprimand harshly.

"Be serious, do you think the station is some kind of outlaw hideout? Flying needles? Speak the truth or face charges as a suspect!"

Ann Vaughn pressed her lips together and stated truthfully, "I am telling the truth. If you don’t believe me, you can check the front and rear tires of the car. My seven Golden Needles should still be there."

After all, they would eventually trace it back to her, better to be honest from the start than be treated as a terrorist.

Just as she finished, another agent walked in with a plastic bag.

"Inspector, we found these in the car’s tires. Man, they seem to be made of pure gold."

The male inspector took the plastic bag and saw inside several broken, slender Golden Needles.

Counting them revealed not more nor less, precisely seven in total.