CHAPTER 28: CHAPTER 28: OLD MASTER HAWTHORNE’S POISON ATTACK

Arti... artificial membrane?!

These three words pierced into Ann Vaughn’s heart like a sharp knife, and the feeling of humiliation instantly reddened her eyes.

"Cyrus Hawthorne, do you really think so little of me?" Ann Vaughn trembled with anger, her bright eyes shimmering with tears, yet she stubbornly held them back from falling, "You know nothing of my past, so what gives you the right to presumptuously judge what kind of person I am!"

The anger in her heart seemed to have broken through its threshold, impossible to suppress and she didn’t want to suppress it anymore.

Cyrus Hawthorne’s dark eyes flashed with disgust, not taking her reproach to heart, and he scoffed coldly, "I’m not interested in your past, I’m here today only to warn you, don’t try to test my limits, you can’t afford to play this game."

Hearing this, Ann Vaughn forced down the grievance and bitterness stirring inside her, as if mocking herself, "Since we both detest each other, why not divorce, it would be better for everyone."

He had long forgotten about her, to him the promise was just a childish game, only she had foolishly taken it to heart, waited for fifteen years, longed for fifteen years.

But he taught her how to wait, how to yearn, yet never told her that people’s hearts can change easily.

Now that she proposed divorce, he should be willing, after all, it’s what he always wanted.

"Whether we divorce or not is not for you to decide first." Unexpectedly, Cyrus sneered and did not agree with her, "Even if we divorce, it can only be on my terms."

Ann Vaughn’s eyes momentarily showed surprise, then she seemed to understand something and raised a bitter smile, "Isn’t it just for Cyn..."

Just then, a sudden urgent phone ring interrupted the words Ann Vaughn had finally summoned the courage to say.

Cyrus Hawthorne paused slightly with cold eyes, took out the phone and answered, "What’s the matter?"

"Cian, your grandfather has been poisoned and just sent to the hospital for emergency treatment, you need to go to the hospital to take charge immediately, and most importantly, don’t let those people know about this yet." Laura Quinn’s slightly anxious voice came from the other side.

Cyrus Hawthorne’s handsome face instantly turned cold, he replied in a low voice, "I’m on my way."

Then he was about to push past Ann Vaughn, who was standing with her back against the door panel.

Ann Vaughn’s mind was filled with Laura Quinn’s words on the phone, and in a panic, she grabbed Cyrus Hawthorne’s sleeve in the dark, as if afraid he wouldn’t agree, she said firmly, "I want to go with you!"

"You better not cause any trouble for me." Cyrus Hawthorne warned coldly, not wanting to waste time on her, he hurried out.

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At the hospital, outside the emergency room, the red light was flashing.

When Ann Vaughn and Cyrus Hawthorne arrived, they saw Cynthia no longer in a wheelchair but standing outside waiting.

In a Chanel limited edition apricot long dress, holding a small pearl bag, her pretty face was gentle and weak, like a little flower swaying in the wind.

Just looking at her could easily evoke a feeling of pity.

"Cian, Grandpa is still inside undergoing emergency treatment, I’m sure he’ll be okay. Don’t worry too much." Cynthia immediately walked towards Cyrus Hawthorne, softly comforting him, but when she saw Ann Vaughn at the side, her gaze changed, "Why is sister here too?"

Saying this, her gaze seemed to unconsciously skim over Ann Vaughn’s abdomen before retracting.

Ann Vaughn was worried about Old Master Hawthorne’s safety, and momentarily didn’t notice Cynthia’s peculiar expression. Hearing these obviously sarcastic words, she just pressed her lips together in silence.

Cyrus Hawthorne nodded gently at Cynthia, but before he could speak, a phone call came in. He gestured and then walked to the window.

Ann Vaughn listened to him calmly instructing the person on the other end of the line, directing all departments of Hawthorne Corp. to be on standby, while also ordering someone to block the hospital’s news, all in an orderly manner.

After he hung up the call, she saw his long, well-defined fingers quickly swipe through pages that seemed like some kind of index. She just glanced at it and was slightly stunned.

"...New External Injury Drug Accident Resolution Plan"?