CHAPTER 53: CHAPTER 53: WHAT ARE YOU GUILTY ABOUT?

The car slowly drove into the Hawthorne family villa. As soon as it stopped, Ann Vaughn woke up, rubbing her sleepy eyes and barely coming to.

"Get out," Cyrus Hawthorne’s voice had a slightly hoarse coldness, the tiredness in his narrow eyes flashed momentarily.

Ann Vaughn nodded, pushed the car door open, and got out.

She hardly had time to steady herself before a strong force rudely pushed her aside.

"Cian, what on earth happened?" Laura Quinn was extremely worried, and upon seeing Cyrus Hawthorne standing in front of her safe and sound, she finally sighed in relief and asked hurriedly.

"Nothing, there was a little signal reception error at the manor, so I couldn’t contact you in time," Cyrus Hawthorne said casually, his expression calm.

Laura Quinn’s expression did not look very good upon hearing this. Whenever Cyrus’s old illness relapsed, he’d go to the manor at the mountain top to recuperate, and it usually took him at least three days to return.

But it’s only been a day, how come...

Laura Quinn caught sight of Ann Vaughn standing there silently, and remembered she just got off the car, meaning she had been with Cyrus the entire time.

Laura Quinn’s anger flared up, and she pointed at Ann Vaughn and scolded, "What kind of wife are you? Clinging to Cian shamelessly even when he’s unwell? Can’t even take proper care of your own husband, it’d be better to keep a dog for our Hawthorne Family!"

Standing around were Mark Joyce and a group of people from Hawthorne Group, witnessing this scene, their gazes toward Ann Vaughn changed.

Being a wife of a wealthy family is not easy, even if this Mrs. Hawthorne clung onto him with scheming, look, this is the fate of not matching one’s virtue with status.

Ann Vaughn’s face was flushed red due to her fever, but upon hearing this, it turned slightly pale. Her red lips tightly pressed, a sense of unspeakable embarrassment brewing in her chest.

"Who are you putting on that look for? Am I not telling the truth?" Laura Quinn’s tone was biting as she turned to Cyrus Hawthorne.

"But Cynthia, she cried her eyes swollen all day because she couldn’t find you. If I hadn’t stopped her, she would have gone out looking for you. You need to talk some sense into her, how can a patient act so recklessly?"

"Auntie, I was just worried about Cian," Cynthia Vaughn chirped in from the side, her beautiful eyes slightly red, looking timidly at Cyrus Hawthorne.

"Mom, it was thanks to Ann Vaughn’s care that I’m alright this time, please don’t misunderstand her," Cyrus Hawthorne glanced at Cynthia Vaughn’s pitifully fragile appearance, feeling a slight oddness in his heart.

Like a puzzle piece, it felt subtly out of place.

He turned slightly to look at Ann Vaughn’s flushed face, his brows furrowed lightly, "What are you still standing there for? Come inside with me and let the doctor check you, so you don’t burn your brain out."

Upon hearing Cyrus Hawthorne’s words, the expressions of Laura Quinn and Cynthia Vaughn shifted dramatically, especially Cynthia Vaughn, whose fingers clenched nearly enough to pierce her palm, her mind flustered.

Could something have happened over this day and night? Otherwise, why would Cyrus, who never cared about Ann Vaughn’s well-being, suddenly care about her health?!

"Mm," Ann Vaughn touched her forehead, still feeling hot, her mind somewhat adrift. She was just about to step into the villa when she stopped.

If she went in to let the doctor examine her now, her pregnancy would surely be exposed.

Thinking of this, Ann Vaughn quickly shook her head, "No need, I’ll just take some medicine when I get back, no need for a special checkup."

After speaking, she tried to turn and leave, but suddenly her wrist was grasped tightly.

Ann Vaughn raised her head in some panic, only to see Cyrus Hawthorne’s deep and inscrutable eyes fixed intensely on her, so deep that her heart seemed to miss a few beats.

"What are you feeling guilty about?"