CHAPTER 682: CHAPTER 682: WHO’S JEALOUS?!

Marinia Hospital, inside the VIP ward.

The evening breeze gently flutters the curtains, but the chill is melted away by the heating before it can reach inside.

"Uncle!" Ann Vaughn’s eyes sparkled as she jogged over to the bedside, giving Ian Vaughn a big bear hug, "I missed you so much."

Ian Vaughn’s light brown iris bloomed with a gentle light, as he was about to return the hug, his arms suddenly emptied.

The man who followed effortlessly pulled Ann Vaughn out of Ian Vaughn’s embrace, on his handsome face there was no expression, devoid of warmth.

"Uncle is injured."

It sounded as if he was concerned for Ian Vaughn, but Ian could smell a hint of jealousy, biting his teeth secretly.

Why did his little princess have to find such a jealous man?

"Uncle, did I hurt you just now?" With Cyrus Hawthorne’s reminder, Ann Vaughn suddenly remembered that Ian Vaughn was injured and had forgotten in her excitement.

"No problem, even if uncle had a severe fracture and a broken wrist, hugging you wouldn’t be an issue." Ian Vaughn smiled at her warmly, though there was a bit of grit in his words.

"By the way," Ann Vaughn looked around the ward, "Where are grandpa and grandma? Have they been notified?"

Ian Vaughn nodded, "They came with Kenny and left not long ago, said they’d go back to fetch my things and come back."

Ann Vaughn sat by the bedside, checking his pulse, as she narrated in detail about what happened at headquarters.

Cyrus Hawthorne’s deep eyes lingered on her slender fingers for several seconds, slowly moving away without a word.

Oh well, as long as she’s happy.

Since earlier, Ian Vaughn’s eyes were filled with delight, "You managed to guess my intentions behind those identical transfer documents, you are really smart, well done."

"Actually, I only guessed that part, hadn’t had time to think about the plan." Ann Vaughn looked up at Cyrus Hawthorne standing beside her, her bright eyes shining, "The lawyer was arranged by Quinn, and Brooke Ryan’s shares were faked by him, fooling Flynn Murray and all the shareholders."

She could see only ninety-nine steps of progression, yet he had already laid out the final step.

Winning effortlessly was incredibly satisfying.

Seeing Ann Vaughn’s eyes filled with admiration and joy, Ian Vaughn felt a pang of jealousy, lightly snorted.

"What’s wrong, uncle? Is the wound hurting again?" Hearing his snort, Ann Vaughn hurriedly held Ian Vaughn’s hand, asking anxiously.

Ian Vaughn was annoyed at that big-tailed wolf who had whisked away his little princess, but seeing Ann Vaughn so worried, the frustration slowly dissipated, "It’s nothing."

Ann Vaughn finally felt relieved, recalling something else, she asked, "Uncle, the doctor and I once believed you were in a coma because you didn’t want to wake up, but I can’t think of any reason that would keep you unconscious."

"Also, do you know who hit you?"

Upon this mention, a shadow crossed Ian Vaughn’s eyes.

But facing Ann Vaughn’s worried look softened his heart.

"This matter is something uncle will investigate, you don’t need to worry too much. My body isn’t in grave danger, you should return to The Imperial Capital tomorrow."

"But uncle, you..."

"Annie, be good." Ian Vaughn raised his hand and ruffled Ann Vaughn’s hair, stopping her from saying more, "Uncle is fine, but your presence here might distract him, understand?"

Ann Vaughn really wanted to say no and be willful for once.

But looking into Ian Vaughn’s tender and accommodating light brown eyes, she couldn’t act willful.

He was so adamantly making her leave Marinia, not to linger for long, must have his reasons, if she insisted on staying, it would only make things awkward for him.

Ann Vaughn reluctantly agreed, "Alright. But you must follow my advice on recovering, no negligence allowed, if you aren’t fully healed in half a month, I’ll come right over to supervise you."

Upon hearing this, Ian Vaughn couldn’t help but laugh, "You’ve learned to threaten uncle."

"But there’s something you’d surely want to know."

Ann Vaughn leaned in with her ear, "What is it?"

"Do you know how I woke up?" Ian Vaughn’s face lifted into a mysterious smile, eyes directed at the man standing with great presence at the side, "Ask him."

Ann Vaughn immediately turned to Cyrus Hawthorne, eyes filled with curiosity.

Facing her inquisitive gaze, Cyrus Hawthorne unexpectedly didn’t clarify or explain, shifted his gaze indifferently.

...

Imperial Capital Airport.

After pestering Cyrus Hawthorne for two days, Ann Vaughn still couldn’t get any answers from him. Her intuition told her that he surely knew the reason behind uncle’s mishap, but he wouldn’t say, she could only remain in the dark.

If he hadn’t been holding the soundly asleep Kenny, Ann Vaughn might have already pounced on him to bite him.

"Family Head, Miss Vaughn, please get in the car." Miyi Yates elegantly stood by the car in a coffee-colored vintage long dress, her charming face smiling, her appearance outstanding, carrying an innate grace.

Ann Vaughn’s smile at the corner of her lips suddenly fell, her delicate brows furrowed lightly and then smoothed out quickly, leaving no trace.

Although she anticipated meeting her again after returning, she hadn’t expected to bump into her right when she landed.

"You take the car behind." Ann Vaughn bent down just about to get in the car when she heard Cyrus Hawthorne’s deep voice suddenly resonate from behind, her red lips tightened.

But before she could think further, Miyi Yates respectfully responded, "Okay, Family Head."

What?

Ann Vaughn turned her head and saw Miyi Yates lifting her skirt and walking towards the car behind, and she calmed her inner doubts, getting into the car.

"Why did you let her sit in the car behind?" Ann Vaughn glanced at the empty front driver’s seat, and the vacant seats in the back where more people could fit.

Moreover, last time when he went to pick her up with Miyi Yates, he hadn’t said anything similar.

Watching her eyes whirl around, clearly speculating something, Cyrus Hawthorne raised an eyebrow, "I worry if she gets in, someone’s jealousy might flood the car."

Since spotting Miyi Yates, her eyes had lost some of the brightness, just shy of puffing her cheeks in silent protest.

Nonetheless, aware they were outside, she hid it well.

Ann Vaughn: ???

"Who is jealous!!" She nearly lunged to bite him, but upon seeing him holding the "golden token" she stopped herself, turning her head away in annoyance.

"I neither have any affairs with her nor any past stories, it’s fine for you to be jealous, but if you distance yourself from me because of her..." Cyrus Hawthorne extended his long arm, lifted Ann Vaughn’s chin, forcing her to look at him, his dark eyes dangerously narrowed, "Mrs. Hawthorne, beware of staying in bed."

Staying in bed...

Ann Vaughn’s legs suddenly felt weak, layers of panic rose in her bright eyes, her cheeks puffed up, even if she refrained from thinking wild, she’d still be confined to bed?!