Chapter 650: Chapter 650: She Will Come to Me on Her Own
"I’ve said many times I’m not your Princess." Hearing Quinn Bishop address her as such, Ann Vaughn felt a headache, "Please take it back, I don’t need any medicine here."
Although she couldn’t understand why Warren Vance’s attitude towards her suddenly softened last night, not forcing her as he used to.
But that doesn’t mean the memories of being confined to Gothasen by him can just vanish.
She truly doesn’t want to have any more connections with this dangerous devil.
Quinn Bishop couldn’t help but think to himself, the Lord sure knows the Princess well.
"The Lord said, if you have any opinions, you can raise them directly with him." Quinn Bishop slightly turned to the side, gesturing for Ann Vaughn to get in the car.
Ann Vaughn was slightly stunned, looking past Quinn Bishop at the Koenigsegg. The pitch-black car window isolated everything inside from the outside.
But as she looked at that car window, she had the inexplicable illusion of being watched by Warren Vance’s dark red, enchanting eyes.
"... No need, please thank him for his kindness on my behalf, I will use it." Ann Vaughn forced a smile, her lips forming a grin that didn’t reach her eyes.
"The Lord instructed that to prevent you from throwing the medicine into the trash, please apply the liquid on the injury right now."
"..." Damn, is she really so ungrateful?
With no other choice, Ann Vaughn had to remove the cork of the glass bottle, pour a few drops of the medicine onto her injured arm, and resignedly started applying it.
The smell of the medicine seemed to carry a faint hint of blood, but upon careful sniffing, it was indiscernible, leaving only a refreshing coolness.
Strange...
This medicine contained a special ingredient, yet she couldn’t discern its composition.
"Is it enough?" Ann Vaughn suppressed the strangeness in her eyes, her pretty face numb as she looked at Quinn Bishop.
"Sorry to have taken your time. Well, see you later." Quinn Bishop smiled briefly and returned to the car.
Throughout, Warren Vance never stepped out of that Koenigsegg, but Ann Vaughn wasn’t surprised.
Today was a rare sunny day, the sunlight bright and brilliant, for most people it was the most comfortable weather.
Yet Warren Vance intensely hated sunny days; on any sunny day, he would never step out of The Crystal Sea Citadel in Gothasen.
Wait a minute...
It seemed to be more than just the sunny days.
Ann Vaughn thoughtfully withdrew her gaze from the Koenigsegg and began walking towards the clinic entrance.
Meanwhile, inside the car.
"Lord, didn’t you come to S Country to bring the Princess back? But why..." After instructing the driver to start the car, Quinn Bishop cautiously asked Warren Vance in the back seat.
The Lord he knew was never someone who would easily give up what he wanted.
Nor would he compromise or soften towards anyone, abandoning his original goal due to emotional persuasion.
If he really did so, there could only be one possible reason...
Warren Vance leaned back in the seat, nonchalantly teasing the Little Dumpling perched on his shoulder with his fingertips, making the Little Dumpling squint its eyes in satisfaction.
"No rush." He spoke slowly, with an indescribable tranquility, "She will come to me on her own initiative."
He greatly anticipated the day everything returned to its rightful owner.
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First Hospital.
Bella Hawthorne and Kenny arrived at the hospital to find Laura Quinn had already been taken into the intensive care unit, and her condition no longer allowed anyone to visit.
"Brother." Bella Hawthorne walked to the man who had just finished speaking with the medical team, leaning quietly against the wall with arms crossed, her heart anxious as she asked, "Mom will be fine, right?"
The person inside was her biological mother; the mother she lived with for over twenty years was a lie.
When she first learned the truth, Bella Hawthorne wasn’t as shocked as she imagined.
She wasn’t a fool; identical twins with one sister lost to the sea and the other a mother whose demeanor changed drastically, it was anything but trace-free.
But her occasional suspicions were always dispelled by Wanda Chamberlain’s warmth and patience, gradually erasing doubts.
Until Wanda Chamberlain fixated on Ann Vaughn like madness, revealing a widening crack in her true nature, causing increasing harm to Ann Vaughn, leaving Bella Hawthorne feeling lost and pained.
On one side was her mother, on the other, her sister-in-law, they were her two favorite people in the world.
However, the truth revealed that her "mother" was Wanda Chamberlain, who had, over twenty years ago, pushed her biological mother into the sea and replaced her by assuming her identity!
This was why Bella Hawthorne hadn’t visited Wanda Chamberlain in prison since she returned to The Imperial Capital from Lyncroft.
If she still maintained her former affection and closeness towards Wanda Chamberlain, it would be terribly unfair to her biological mother, Laura Quinn.
After enduring such sordid events, then facing the absurdity of her mother being replaced, it’s almost a miracle that Bella Hawthorne hadn’t been crushed by these intricate matters.
"Mm." Cyrus Hawthorne’s dark eyes showed a streak of seriousness, his brows furrowed deeply, his thin lips slightly pressed into a line, he didn’t say much more.
The Little Dumpling tugged at Bella Hawthorne’s sleeve, comforting her, "Auntie, don’t worry. With my mommy here, grandma will be okay."
Bella Hawthorne was about to nod when she saw Ann Vaughn, carrying a mini medical kit, running over quickly.
Ann Vaughn swiftly arrived in front of Cyrus Hawthorne, her pretty face serious and solemn as she spoke to him, "Aunt doesn’t want me to intervene in her condition, when she wakes up, you’ll have to stop her for me."
Hearing this, Cyrus Hawthorne’s brows furrowed, he stared at her eyes intently, asking in a serious tone, "Will there be any harm to your body?"
How did he know...
"No, I promise." Ann Vaughn bit her red lip lightly, answering softly.
When Ann Vaughn went to prepare, the Little Dumpling, standing next to Cyrus Hawthorne, said, "Mommy was nervous just now."
"Mm." Cyrus Hawthorne’s dark eyes were deep as the sea, his Adam’s apple slightly bobbing, a hint of worry gathering between his clear brows.
"But once mommy decides to do something, she’ll do it regardless of the consequences." Kenny wrinkled his nose, "If we stopped her just now, mommy would definitely feel pressured."
So despite knowing she was lying, they didn’t expose her.
Doing so would only burden her unnecessarily without changing anything.
Ann Vaughn didn’t realize that her lie had already been seen through by the father and son duo. After politely declining the medical team’s request to observe, she entered the operating room alone.
She took out the box containing the Xuanbing Needle from the medical kit, carefully placing it on the table, careful not to accidentally drop a needle, it would make her heart ache.
Ann Vaughn had long intended to use the Xuanbing Needle to detoxify Laura Quinn’s body. After researching countless literature and the ancient books left by her grandfather, she finally grasped the true usage of the Xuanbing Needle.