CHAPTER 66: CHAPTER 66: YOU’RE PREGNANT NOW

The person who came was Director Whitlock. Upon learning that someone was guarding the room like a prison, not allowing people to enter or exit, he rushed over immediately.

"Honey." Mrs. Whitlock sat up from the bed, looking much more energetic, "I’m fine, Mrs. Hawthorne was just treating me, she couldn’t be disturbed."

Director Whitlock quickly went over, holding Mrs. Whitlock’s hand anxiously checking her, "You’re really okay? Is there anywhere you feel uncomfortable?"

Seeing the couple so loving, Ann Vaughn felt a bit envious, "You two have such a good relationship."

Mrs. Whitlock was aware of the Hawthorne Family’s issues, but she didn’t say anything to make Ann Vaughn uncomfortable. She told Director Whitlock, "Honey, Mrs. Hawthorne gave me a few acupuncture needles. I feel much better, way more useful than those supposed Mongolian doctors you found."

"I just trust in Mrs. Hawthorne’s medical skills. There’s no need for anyone else to come. I also have the strength to attend tonight’s social event."

Seeing that Mrs. Whitlock truly seemed better, in just this half-hour, her complexion had improved considerably.

Only then did he believe that Ann Vaughn really had the ability, and he hurriedly stood up to thank her, "Mrs. Hawthorne, please take care of my wife in the future. Money is not a problem; as long as you can cure her, whether it’s money or real estate you want, I can give it to you!"

Indeed, the demeanor of a wealthy person, throwing money at any disagreement.

Ann Vaughn was somewhat amused, smiling without saying anything.

From Mrs. Whitlock’s mouth, Director Whitlock learned there was still a chance for her to have a child, and he completely forgot that Ann Vaughn and Sutton Jennings were still there, bursting into tears.

Ann Vaughn could hardly imagine Director Whitlock being so genuine, crying just like that.

"Mrs. Hawthorne, the social event is about to start soon. If you don’t mind, why don’t you stay and have something to eat before you leave?" Mrs. Whitlock looked at Ann Vaughn somewhat helplessly and said to her.

Staying for the social event might mean running into Cyrus and Cynthia Vaughn?

Ann Vaughn was silent for a second, just about to refuse, when suddenly, Sutton Jennings behind her said, "I have something to deal with temporarily and need to leave first. You stay and have some fun, call me when it ends."

"Ah? No, no, I’ll go with you..." Ann Vaughn quickly shook her head to refuse, wanting to follow Sutton Jennings, but who knew Mrs. Whitlock would hold onto her hand.

"After the social event, I’ll have someone take Mrs. Hawthorne home. Don’t be so polite; I managed to attend all thanks to you."

"Then I’ll trouble Mrs. Whitlock." Sutton Jennings nodded, gave Ann Vaughn an reassuring look, and then turned to leave.

Ann Vaughn watched him leave helplessly, then was dragged to the dressing room by Mrs. Whitlock. She had to do her makeup and match jewelry, the enthusiasm almost overwhelming her.

"I’ll give you a light makeup. Since you are pregnant now, this makeup is safe for pregnant women, but it’s still better to be cautious."

Suddenly hearing Mrs. Whitlock say this, Ann Vaughn was a bit surprised and looked up, "How did you know..."

Mrs. Whitlock chuckled, "You’re wearing a beautiful dress, but your shoes are mismatched with flat shoes. And when you were giving me acupuncture, you occasionally touched your abdomen. It’s obvious you’re about to be a mom."

Ann Vaughn didn’t expect her to be so observant, and cold sweat broke out on her back.

Does this mean she wasn’t as perfect in hiding it as she thought, and these subconscious actions still betrayed her?

"Mrs. Whitlock, this request might be a bit strange... but I hope you can keep this secret for me. For now, I don’t want others to know about this." Ann Vaughn placed her small hand on her abdomen and pleaded with Mrs. Whitlock.