CHAPTER 92: CHAPTER 92: ABORT THE CHILD

Ann Vaughn sensitively detected the shift in his aura, reminiscent of that day they were trapped in the mountains, emitting the same deadly vibe he had when facing those men in black!

She used her hands to protect her abdomen, her eyes frenzied and guarded as she looked at him.

In her helpless state, she instinctively wanted to flee from his side!

"Ann Vaughn, you have got some nerve!" Cyrus Hawthorne’s cold eyes suddenly shot out a fierce blaze of anger as he clamped onto Ann Vaughn’s wrist, dragging her outside, "I think you’re tired of living, daring to cuckold me!"

This damned woman, he shouldn’t have let her go just now!

The icy coldness and fury emanating from him firmly enveloped Ann Vaughn’s heart, making her breath turn rapid, her mind exceedingly chaotic.

She could endure Cyrus Hawthorne’s misunderstanding and slander, but she couldn’t bear his suspicion that the child wasn’t his!

"I’ve never done anything to betray you, this child is yours!" Ann Vaughn was forcefully taken out of the room, her heart in turmoil.

A terrible foreboding spread in her heart, "What do you want to do?"

"Get rid of the child." Cyrus Hawthorne halted, looking down at Ann Vaughn coldly, his voice devoid of any emotional warmth, brutally chilling: "If you don’t want to anger me, you’d better behave."

Boom.

Something seemed to collapse within Ann Vaughn’s heart, leaving only swirling dust and a lonely fortress of crumbled walls.

Her fingers gripped Cyrus Hawthorne’s shirt hem tightly, her knuckles went white from the pressure, yet the pain was unnoticed, no matter how she looked, she couldn’t find the slightest hint of humor in his eyes.

Ann Vaughn’s gaze scattered for several seconds, as if soulless, with no sign of life.

In the next instant, her hands were suddenly filled with dozens of Golden Needles, their points aggressively aimed at her heart area.

Cyrus Hawthorne’s eyes flashed a trace of ridicule, before he could speak, Ann Vaughn brought the needle points closer to her heart, her usually soft voice now hardened.

"If you force me to abort this child, I’ll die right in front of you!"

"Ann Vaughn, who do you think you are? Even if you die now, to me, it’d just be one less burden."

His words were icy and heartless, they pierced Ann Vaughn’s ears painfully, her eyes brimming with tears almost breaking her resolve.

Yet, she couldn’t back down; if she retreated, the child would indeed be lost.

Ann Vaughn forcibly calmed herself down, though her voice was choked, "True, I may mean nothing in your eyes, but what about my heart that Cynthia Vaughn needs?"

She indeed saw Cyrus Hawthorne’s gaze grow slightly heavy, Ann Vaughn thought: "if she hadn’t known from early on that it was due to their hearts matching, that he delayed divorcing her."

She might still be misunderstanding his reluctance.

Utterly ridiculous.

Ann Vaughn laughed self-deprecatingly, "If I were to pierce these Golden Needles into my heart now, even if I die, you wouldn’t be able to use this heart for Cynthia Vaughn."

"You dare to threaten me?" Cyrus Hawthorne narrowed his dangerous eyes, looking at her coldly, "You really think by doing this I’d spare that bastard in your belly?"

Ann Vaughn’s fingers suddenly trembled, her eyes shocked and desolate as she looked at Cyrus Hawthorne’s mocking face, almost driving the needle into her heart.

He actually said... this child was a bastard?!

She had expected Cyrus Hawthorne would reject the child, even knew he wouldn’t keep the child.

But never did she think, he would call the child a bastard.

"If you don’t believe me, feel free to check if this child is yours!" Ann Vaughn gritted her teeth, stubbornly refusing to move the needle even an inch, "But if I die today, can Cynthia Vaughn really wait for another matching heart?"

Cyrus Hawthorne’s appearance became increasingly chilling, the sweltering room temperature following suit cooled down.

His gaze locked onto Ann Vaughn’s defiance, suddenly sneering, "Ann Vaughn, I’ll show you that threatening me will be the most foolish mistake of your life."

Ann Vaughn’s body stiffened as she held her head high, for the first time in front of Cyrus Hawthorne, she refused to back down even the slightest.

They say loving someone makes you humble to the dust, how could she be any different.

Yet, she would never yield on the matter of the child.

Until Cyrus Hawthorne left, Ann Vaughn broke free from the life-or-death crisis she had just been in, the hand holding the needles trembled unceasingly.

The spot on her chest was scratched by the needle tips, leaving several blood marks.

Ann Vaughn’s body suddenly relaxed, she slumped to the ground, her small face anxious, her lips bitten to a livid blue.

She knew, this did not mean Cyrus Hawthorne was yielding to her, it merely meant letting her and the child go temporarily.

His eyes could not tolerate any sand, moreover, he did not believe this child was his.

Even she did not understand why he was so sure, refusing to believe her words even a bit.

What should she do...

That evening Ann Vaughn developed a high fever, after administering acupuncture and drinking extracted medicine to herself, she fell back asleep.

But her sleep was restless, sometimes waking up startled, sometimes dreaming Cyrus Hawthorne brought a group of doctors forcibly to abort her child.

Nearly preventing her from escaping the terrifying nightmare.

-

In the blink of an eye, two days passed, Ann Vaughn kept attending classes, recording shows, shooting MVs just as usual, besides the medical clinic reducing opening hours, everything remained unchanged.

Unfortunately, there were no security cameras at the clinic, Ann Vaughn did not see the elder’s real face that day either, trying to find the person who drugged her was nearly impossible.

Not to mention, since she became famous, although most people had abandoned their prejudice against traditional medicine, some still resisted strongly.

The range was too wide, there was no target, reporting to the police was useless.

Ann Vaughn decided not to stress over this matter, when leaving school, she did not see Mark Joyce usually waiting at the school gate; not surprising, but still a bit disappointed.

Until now, she held a faint hope that Cyrus Hawthorne might accept this child, an absurd thought in her heart.

This notion flashed by briefly.

Even if she went to the hospital for amniocentesis, provided evidence that it’s his child, he would not therefore keep this child.

Ann Vaughn pursed her crimson lips, burying the sour feelings in her eyes, she hailed a car directly to the clinic.

Unexpectedly, the clinic outside was not bustling as usual with long lines, not a single customer was present, even the potted plants at the entrance were violently pushed over.

Ann Vaughn furrowed her delicate brows and walked closer, only to find the two people standing impatiently at the clinic entrance.

Jade Shepherd and Howard Vaughn.

Ann Vaughn’s expression subtly changed, her fingers involuntarily gripped the bag strap, wanting to turn and leave.

Unfortunately, it was too late, Jade Shepherd saw her immediately after raising her eyelids, the anger on her face soaring instantly, "Ann Vaughn, I see you’ve deliberately chosen to oppose the family!"