CHAPTER 44: CHAPTER 44: THE BRAKES WERE TAMPERED WITH

After speaking, he instructed Mark Joyce behind him, "Have someone stand guard here. Unless I allow it, no one is permitted to approach the ward."

"Yes." Mark Joyce responded respectfully, watching as Cyrus Hawthorne left, his gaze then landing on Ann Vaughn, "Miss Vaughn."

"Special Assistant Joyce." Ann Vaughn nodded slightly at him and was about to follow Cyrus Hawthorne, but was stopped by Mark Joyce: "President Hawthorne has been unwell these days, Miss Vaughn, if you care, you might want to show some concern."

Unwell?

Ann Vaughn was momentarily stunned, originally wanting to ask Mark Joyce why, but saw him turn and leave right after saying this.

At the hospital entrance.

When Ann Vaughn arrived, Cyrus Hawthorne was just about to drive away. She quickly opened the car door and slid into the passenger seat.

Cyrus Hawthorne tapped his long fingers lightly on the steering wheel, narrowed eyes staring at her for a moment, then turned his head to start the car and drive into the junction, "No matter what you say, I won’t agree."

Ann Vaughn, who was about to persuade him, opened and closed her red lips a few times, then said sulkily, "How do you know what I want to say?"

"It’s about Grandpa, isn’t it?" Cyrus answered blandly, "Get out of the car later, don’t get in my way."

"I won’t," Ann Vaughn refused without thinking, her bright eyes stubbornly looking at him, "If you really suspect me, you can let the Hawthorne Corp.’s security team test the ingredients of that bottle of medicine."

"You know very well that Grandpa’s condition cannot be delayed."

Today, it was Second Uncle Hawthorne bringing people to coerce him. What about tomorrow?

The Hawthorne Family, a prestigious family, is different from other families; Old Master Hawthorne, as the highest authority of the family, is watched closely in every move.

Ann Vaughn even speculated that if Grandpa Hawthorne doesn’t wake up, those people in the Hawthorne Family might be eager to seize that big cake, the Hawthorne Group.

Although currently, with Cyrus Hawthorne suppressing them, they dare not act recklessly for the time being.

Cyrus did not answer her words, his clear, cold eyes narrowing into slits, the expression on his face also becoming a bit distant.

Seeing him not speaking, Ann Vaughn didn’t try to persuade him further, recalling what Mark Joyce said just now, she couldn’t help but secretly observe him through the rearview mirror.

But she couldn’t see any signs of discomfort in him.

However, some ailments can’t be seen just by looking.

But it was certain he wouldn’t agree to let her check his pulse.

Until the car exited the highway and started driving towards a more remote road, Ann Vaughn looked at the unfamiliar surroundings and asked in confusion, "Where are you going?"

Cyrus Hawthorne’s expression, for some reason, turned somewhat cold, staring ahead with narrowed eyes exuding deep chill, his jaw clenched tightly.

The atmosphere in the car suddenly became a bit tense, an inexplicable sense of danger kept spreading around.

Even though Ann Vaughn didn’t know what was happening, her intuition told her that something was not quite right.

"The brakes have been tampered with."

As the car speed increased, rounding a mountain bend, Cyrus suddenly spoke.

Ann Vaughn’s face immediately changed, as everywhere around were cliffs and slopes, with no obstacles in sight to stop the car.

"What do we do now?"

"Hold on tight." Cyrus said succinctly, his narrow eyes glanced at the rearview mirror, then made a sharp turn through a treacherous mountain road, shaking off the vehicle that was closely following onto another road.

Ann Vaughn pressed her lips without speaking to distract him, but the fine sweat in her palms became more and more profuse.

"Bang!"