CHAPTER 875: CHAPTER 875: SHE’LL OFF HERSELF!

The thought of what injustices Ann Vaughn had suffered in places he couldn’t see——

The murderous intent in Cyrus Hawthorne’s heart was uncontrollable.

Ann Vaughn couldn’t see Cyrus Hawthorne’s expression at that moment, and couldn’t help but sigh inwardly. How long would it take for her eyes to heal?

"Quinn, how’s Kenny?"

She had been holding back from asking, fearing that if she asked and couldn’t see Kenny, she would feel even more disappointed.

But holding back was impossible, Ann Vaughn couldn’t suppress it anymore.

Cyrus Hawthorne’s brows furrowed lightly, and after a few seconds of contemplation, he said, "The child’s body is fine, but his spirit isn’t very bright."

Ann Vaughn was suddenly alarmed, her whole body tensing up, "How can that be? Has something happened to the baby?"

"He’s been maniacally forwarding koi fish on Weibo lately."

"For what?"

"Praying that he will wake up the next day and see his mommy." Cyrus Hawthorne casually revealed that silly child, "If he doesn’t see her the next day, he’ll forward even more koi fish posts."

Not only does he do it himself, but he also ropes in people around him to help, saying there’s strength in numbers, hoping for a miracle.

Pfft.

Ann Vaughn couldn’t hold back and burst into laughter, but her nose felt sour, "I forwarded so many koi fish before that I could fill a pond, and it didn’t have any use, this little fool."

But this was the only mental comfort she could find when there were no solutions.

Ann Vaughn longed to fly back and hug Kenny immediately, but she could only think about it. If Kenny saw her in this miserable state, he would feel even worse.

Just then, a sudden sound of light footsteps came from outside the room.

Ann Vaughn’s heart trembled, her throat felt tight, "Betty said no one would disturb me after nightfall, but why is someone here at this time?"

At the same time, Cyrus Hawthorne heard Sept’s voice in his earpiece: "Family Head, Warren Vance has returned, he’s already entered The Royal City, you have less than five minutes to get away."

According to Warren Vance’s original schedule, the last meeting wouldn’t end until tomorrow noon, and he’d return to The Royal City by then.

But he suddenly returned.

It was obvious he had sensed something.

Ann Vaughn listened closely to the sounds outside the door, her heartbeat quickening with each beat, she had no doubt her heart would soon leap from her throat.

Suddenly, she thought of something and urgently whispered to Cyrus Hawthorne, "Quinn, quickly take me to the bathroom!"

In that instant their eyes met, Cyrus Hawthorne understood Ann Vaughn’s intent, leaned over, picked her up horizontally, and headed for the bathroom.

Ann Vaughn only felt her body suddenly lift into the air, instinctively clinging to Cyrus Hawthorne’s shoulder, pressing her red lips tightly.

Inside Gothasen Royal City, the security was as tight as a fortress, not even a bird could fly in.

Now they’ve startled the enemy, security here will only become tighter in the future...

"Have they discovered you’re in my room?" Once inside the bathroom, Ann Vaughn asked uneasily.

Cyrus Hawthorne rubbed her soft hair and said in a low voice, "It’s just suspicion, not confirmation."

Otherwise, those people wouldn’t have continued loitering outside Ann Vaughan’s room, hesitating to enter.

"That’s good." Ann Vaughn heaved a sigh of relief while turning her back to unzip the back of her dress, saying, "I’m not good at pretending to sleep, if I’m seen through it’s all over. Now I can only pretend I was taking a bath all along, as if nothing happened."

She tugged a few times but couldn’t get the zipper down, in the next second, a warm palm covered her hand and easily unzipped it.

Large patches of creamy, jade-like skin emerged from the fabric, as luminous as the finest mutton-fat jade, glaringly white.

Hearing that crisp sound, Ann Vaughn’s ears burned, her face flushed as she urged him, "You better go quickly, otherwise, what if you’re discovered?"

Saying this, Ann Vaughn felt something was off, "...Why does this sound like we’re having an affair?"

Ugh!

She cursed herself!

Cyrus Hawthorne uttered a low "hmm," his dark eyes on her back skin were deep and his voice hoarse, "So what."

Following that, a warm touch gently landed on Ann Vaughn’s back.

In an instant, her scalp tingled and her whole body shivered.

"...Cyrus Hawthorne, what are you doing?!"

"An affair." Cyrus Hawthorne’s deep voice carried a thick sense of irony, nearly driving Ann Vaughn insane with its teasing connotation.

Ann Vaughn: "..." Next time she tries to be smart, she’ll doom herself!

About ten minutes later, the door of the room was pushed open from outside.

A squad of people silently entered, not making a sound as they thoroughly searched the room inside and out.

Except... the bathroom.

Soon, the bathroom door was knocked on.

"Princess, may I come in?" Betty inquired respectfully from outside the door.

After a while, Ann Vaughn’s weary voice came from the bathroom.

"Yes."

Betty opened the bathroom door, walked in, and immediately closed the door behind her.

"Princess, sorry to disturb you." Betty explained, "Your Majesty’s favorite concubine Tarina’s pet is missing. The search party has checked your room. To be safe, they asked me to look in the bathroom."

"I see." Ann Vaughn leaned with half of her forehead against the edge of the bathtub, her body immersed in hot water covered with rose petals, her eyes lightly closed, looking extremely fatigued.

Betty cautiously inspected the bathroom, not missing any potential hiding places, her gaze finally landing on the bathtub where Ann Vaughn lay.

The bathtub was large enough to accommodate three people at once.

Unable to resist, Betty moved closer towards Ann Vaughn, staring at the water surface—

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Ann Vaughn bent her legs, the splashes moved the rose petals on the water surface, revealing a submerged view.

Betty saw nothing unusual underwater and immediately withdrew her gaze, gently reminding, "Princess, please don’t soak too long to avoid a chill."

"I just had a nightmare, wanted to soak longer to relax." Ann Vaughn replied indifferently.

This immediately dispelled Betty’s suspicions before entering the bathroom, she smiled and responded, "Then Betty won’t disturb you, Princess. Continue soaking, and if you need anything just call for Betty."

"No need, I’m fine on my own. You should rest too."

"Okay." Betty nodded, turned around, and left the bathroom.

Shortly after she left, Ann Vaughn sat up in the bathtub, her waterfall-like long hair spreading across her back, partially covering what was imprinted on her pale back.

Especially near the butterfly bone, it was strikingly vivid, much like clusters of red plum blossoms blooming on snow, enchantingly seductive.