CHAPTER 911: CHAPTER 911: REFLECTING BY THE WALL

If Breeze hadn’t noticed that Ann Vaughn fainted because she consumed too much ice cream before her period, Cyrus Hawthorne might not have realized there was a little traitor beside him, secretly giving her things she shouldn’t have eaten.

Not spanking his little bottom was already showing leniency.

Little Dumpling: Wah.

The ice cream cake was bought by his godmother, but he was the one standing in the corner for reflection.

If he had known that such a small ice cream cake would cause Ann Vaughn to faint in pain, he wouldn’t have given it to her even if it cost him his life.

But now, it was too late to say anything.

The voices of the father and son were very soft, and Ann Vaughn hadn’t fully regained consciousness. After trying to listen for a while, but failing to catch what they were saying, she fell asleep again.

When Ann Vaughn awoke again, a sweet and spicy aroma wafted into her nose.

Ann Vaughn blinked slowly, and as soon as she moved, she felt a dull ache in her abdomen, but the stuffiness in her chest had lessened a lot.

Recalling the voices she heard when she was asleep, she looked around the room and found no one else there.

There was only a bowl of steaming soup on the bedside table, which smelled like it was made with ginger, red dates, and brown sugar.

Just as Ann Vaughn was staring at the bowl of ginger date brown sugar soup in a daze, the room door was gently pushed open.

Ann Vaughn looked up to see a tall and imposing figure walk in, holding a tray full of food.

Seeing this scene, she was momentarily stunned.

"You’re awake?" Seeing Ann Vaughn sitting dazedly in bed, Cyrus Hawthorne walked over to put the items down and said in a deep voice, "The doctor said you fainted suddenly because you consumed too much ice cream before your period. You need to be more careful in the future."

His tone remained gentle and courteous, but for some reason, Ann Vaughn sensed a hint of warning, causing her to shrink her neck.

"I understand, thank you for the reminder."

Noticing the tension in her eyes, Cyrus Hawthorne’s brows furrowed slightly, a dark, unfathomable glint passing through his deep eyes.

Slowly does it, to avoid scaring her away.

"Drink this." Cyrus Hawthorne handed the bowl of ginger date brown sugar soup to Ann Vaughn, his voice low and gentle.

As if the pressure earlier was just Ann Vaughn’s imagination.

"Thank you." Ann Vaughn took a few sips, the warm soup sliding down her throat. Soon, her stomach and abdomen felt comfortably warm, and her chilly palms regained some warmth.

More importantly, although the soup was made with ginger, it didn’t have that unpleasant ginger taste at all.

For someone like Ann Vaughn who disliked ginger, this was very welcome.

Cyrus Hawthorne leaned against the table with his arms crossed, patiently waiting for her to finish drinking without saying a word.

Once she had almost finished, Cyrus Hawthorne pushed the tray towards Ann Vaughn.

"You didn’t make all this, did you?" Ann Vaughn put down the porcelain bowl, looked at the dishes on the tray, and boldly guessed.

Even though the man before her, with his elegant demeanor and noble aura, didn’t seem like someone who would cook personally.

Cyrus Hawthorne nodded slightly, "Kenny mentioned your preferences once. There happened to be ingredients in the fridge, so I just used them without asking."

It really was him who made it!

Ann Vaughn was surprised inside but didn’t show it on her face, "Not at all. I should thank you for taking the trouble to prepare all this. It’s really too much to ask of you."

Saying this, Ann Vaughn couldn’t help but feel grateful that it was James Vaughn who rang the doorbell then. If it were someone else...

Who knows what could have happened.

"By the way, did Mr. Vaughn come looking for me for something?"

"Kenny missed you and insisted on coming over to see you." Cyrus Hawthorne said succinctly.

If Little Dumpling were here at this moment, he’d probably be fuming.

Is a son just there to take the fall?!

But Ann Vaughn was unaware of these intricacies. Hearing this, her heart softened, and she curiously asked, "Then where is Kenny now?"

"He’s reflecting in the living room."

Ann Vaughn was silent for a moment, realizing that what she heard while dozing off wasn’t an illusion.

"Mr. Vaughn, although Kenny is young, he’s much smarter and more mature than other children his age. If he did something wrong, you just have to explain it to him, and he’ll understand. So, can we let go of the reflection part?"

These words from Ann Vaughn were somewhat lacking in confidence.

After all, she wasn’t Little Dumpling’s family, and how James Vaughn wanted to educate his child was his business. She had no say in it.

But thinking of Little Dumpling standing in the corner looking aggrieved, Ann Vaughn couldn’t help but plead for him.

"Alright." Observing Ann Vaughn’s conflicted expression, Cyrus Hawthorne slowly stood up, "You’re right."

Ann Vaughn was prepared for him to rebuke her for meddling but was stunned to find him agreeing with her.

"Take your time eating, I’ll go check on Kenny." With that, Cyrus Hawthorne left the room.

In the living room, Little Dumpling stood in the corner reflecting, without any complaints or whining, behaving exceedingly well.

Just then, he felt a weight on his head, and looking up, he saw his dad.

"Your mommy is awake and wants to see you." Cyrus Hawthorne said lightly.

Little Dumpling’s eyes lit up instantly, and he was about to go when he suddenly remembered something and restrained himself with difficulty.

Seeing him unmoved, Cyrus Hawthorne raised an eyebrow in mild surprise, "What? You don’t want to see your mommy now?"

"Of course not!" Little Dumpling huffed, "I reasonably suspect you have other schemes!"

Earlier, he was told to reflect for two hours to deeply remember his mistake and avoid it next time.

It hadn’t even been two hours, and now the Archfiend suddenly said this. He must be trying to trick him!

Lord Kenny isn’t falling for it!

A faint smile appeared in Cyrus Hawthorne’s eyes. He ruffled Little Dumpling’s head, saying, "On account of your mommy pleading for you, the punishment is waived."

Little Dumpling’s ears perked up instantly, and then he dashed off with his little legs, afraid that Cyrus Hawthorne might change his mind.

After he ran out of the living room, Cyrus Hawthorne took out his phone, dialed a number, and walked towards the balcony.

Seconds later, the call connected.

"I have a task for you."

...

Late at night, when all was quiet.

Emerging from a shower, Ann Vaughn went to the living room to pour some water, only to find that Cyrus Hawthorne was still there, causing a shiver to run down her spine.

Oh no.

She had completely forgotten to return Little Dumpling to his dad...

"Mr. Vaughn." Ann Vaughn tightened her grip on the glass cup, walking into the living room with a hint of embarrassment, "I’m sorry, I lost track of time and accidentally let Kenny fall asleep."

If she hadn’t come out for water, she might have forgotten there was still such an imposing person here.

Hearing this, Cyrus Hawthorne shifted his gaze from work emails to her, his stern and sharp features softening slightly.