CHAPTER 913: CHAPTER 913: SUPPRESSING VAUGHN CLINIC

"Dad, is that you?" Miyi Yates fumbled for the phone, her tone filled with anticipation and joy, "This place is no place for a human being. Dad, you must save me, get me out of here!"

Ann Vaughn looked at her eyes, swollen and unable to open, and those fingers stained with blood, her heart skipped a beat.

Recalling Warren Vance’s earlier instructions, Ann Vaughn simply held the phone, not saying a word.

However, when Miyi Yates didn’t hear a response for a long time, her expression suddenly turned very ugly.

"You really don’t want to save me, do you? You’re still afraid of offending Cyrus Hawthorne, aren’t you? I’ll always matter less to you than your company, won’t I?!"

"Howard Yates, open your eyes and look at me now, Cyrus Hawthorne is as ruthless to me as he is hateful towards you! Do you still expect to make a comeback with his help? Are you out of your mind!?"

Having her hopes dashed, her resentment multiplied drastically, Miyi Yates began to speak uncontrollably, saying whatever came to mind.

Ann Vaughn felt a sudden rise of inexplicable disgust, unsure whether it was because of the name Cyrus Hawthorne or the woman in front of her.

But from her words, it was not difficult to tell that she became like this because of Cyrus Hawthorne...

Miyi Yates probably never imagined that the person sitting before her was not her eagerly awaited Howard Yates, but Ann Vaughn, whom she thought had long perished at sea.

If her eyes could see, upon witnessing this scene, she might wish to poke them out herself.

Unfortunately, not knowing this, Miyi Yates took Ann Vaughn’s silence as proof that Howard Yates was unwilling to save her.

"For the sake of reviving the company, you even sent me to be ravaged by partners, treating me as a plaything and sending me to their beds. I endured all that!" Miyi Yates choked out, gnashing her teeth, "And now, can you really bear to watch me suffer daily in this hellish place, living such a degraded life?!"

She was once so proud and noble that she wouldn’t even spare a glance at those of lesser status in her presence.

When did it all start to change?

——It began the moment Ann Vaughn appeared, and everything changed!

Without that bitch, she would never have fallen to this state!

Miyi Yates felt her heart twisted with pain, but knowing that Ann Vaughn was now dead, and Cyrus Hawthorne would suffer a lifetime of pain, she felt a sliver of satisfaction rise from the depths of her heart.

"This is what you owe me, it’s all what you owe me!"

Watching Miyi Yates become more and more hysterical, Ann Vaughn’s brows knitted tightly, feeling somewhat nauseous, then she placed the phone down.

After leaving the Imperial Capital Prison, Ann Vaughn walked to the roadside to wait for a car.

The bright sunlight shone through the layers of leaves, gently illuminating Ann Vaughn, with a breeze occasionally passing by.

But just thinking about the scene earlier, her mood became increasingly chaotic and agitated.

If she hadn’t seen wrong, that woman was not only blind but also had her fingers nearly broken, which made it so difficult for her to hold the phone.

Suddenly, Ann Vaughn remembered what Warren Vance had said to her before she came here.

Rather than listen to what he said, it was better to see for herself.

Did he want her to see how cruel and terrifying Cyrus Hawthorne’s methods could be?

Ann Vaughn felt a chill run down her spine, making her body unbearably cold.

Just then, her phone in her bag rang.

It was Sherry calling.

She had heard from Kenny that Ann Vaughn had fainted due to menstrual pain and insisted she come to the clinic for a check-up.

After hanging up the phone, it took a while for Ann Vaughn’s cold and numb limbs to gradually regain sensation. She didn’t stay long there, hailing a cab to the Vaughn Clinic.

About an hour later, Ann Vaughn arrived.

She normally headed towards the lounge, trying not to go to the front.

Susie Sommers had mentioned before that if she was seen entering through the front door by other guests or staff, it would be considered cutting the line, and booking appointments afterward would be a hassle.

Not wanting to deal with trouble, Ann Vaughn chose to use the back entrance.

Usually, Sherry would appear soon after Ann Vaughn arrived, but today it took over half an hour for Sherry to finally show up.

"Sorry, Annie, something happened just now that took quite a bit of time to handle," Sherry suppressed her burgeoning frustration, trying not to bring any negative emotions in front of Ann Vaughn.

But Ann Vaughn still noticed.

"What happened? It’s rare to see you this upset." Ann Vaughn asked curiously.

Sherry hesitated, unsure whether to tell Ann Vaughn.

On one hand, fearing that it might inadvertently trigger her memory, on the other hand worried about the Lockwood Family directly approaching her, leaving her defenseless, to be bullied by them.

"Ah, it’s a long story," Sherry sighed, "Have you ever heard of the Lockwood Family of pharmacists?"

Back in the day, Ann Vaughn might not have known, but after reading so many books and materials recently, she had some understanding.

"I know, it’s said that the only existing line of pharmacists is from the Lockwood Family, so they hold a high status in the country."

"Our clinic has a policy of offering free consultations once a month. Not long ago, the Lockwood Family adopted a similar model, and then announced that any guests seeking treatment at the Vaughn Clinic would not be received by them."

Upon hearing this, Ann Vaughn instinctively felt a dislike for the Lockwood Family’s behavior, "That’s excessively domineering."

"Who wouldn’t think so? But the influence and status of the Lockwood Family overshadow the Vaughn Clinic. As soon as they made the announcement, our client base sharply decreased over the next half month, even on the day of free consultation, the patients were more than halved."

This sort of thing was beyond management’s control.

After all, the Lockwood Family could make such statements, but whether someone chose to visit the Vaughn Clinic was their right.

The Vaughn Clinic could hold onto its dissatisfaction, but couldn’t force clients to come here.

Though those clients might not genuinely side with the Lockwood Family, to avoid getting refused by them in the future when seeking medicine, they would choose to stand against the Vaughn Clinic.

If this continues in the long run, the Vaughn Clinic could inevitably be suppressed by the Lockwood Family, facing closure...

While contemplating, Ann Vaughn quickly understood the core issue, puzzled as she asked, "If the Lockwood Family is suppressing the clinic, why can’t the clinic strike back?"

"The Lockwood Family’s influence is too great," Sherry said with a bitter smile, "Besides, wherever pharmacists go, they are highly revered. Just one Lockwood Family has produced three pharmacists; who wouldn’t hold them in high regard?"

At its peak, a pharmacist once created medicine capable of bringing someone back to life, and such legends have persisted.

People are inclined to preserve their life, and who knows if the Lockwood Family won’t brew such an elixir in the future?