Chapter 611: Chapter 611: He’s Worried About You Too
Eli Sheridan took the opportunity to praise her, "That’s more like it." Then he suddenly remembered something and added, "You had Wilder pass on a message that you called me, did you have something you wanted to say?"
At the time, Ann Vaughn did indeed have something she wanted to tell him.
But now, she didn’t quite know how to start. She didn’t even understand why Ian Vaughn initially asked her to keep it from Eli Sheridan and Wilder Sheridan.
Yet she had agreed to keep it a secret.
Even though Eli Sheridan was unaware of all this, Ann still felt a sense of inexplicable guilt.
Feeling that she had deceived them...
Taking a deep breath, Ann mustered her courage and said to Eli Sheridan, "You might not believe it if I tell you..."
"Annie, do you remember the first thing I said to you after your memory was erased and you saw me back then?" Eli Sheridan didn’t give her a chance to finish her sentence, his voice gently interrupting her.
Ann was a bit surprised by his sudden question and then carefully recalled that moment.
At that time, it seemed he said...
"Sometimes, it’s a blessing to live without being too clear-headed, to have only a vague understanding of things and not pursue them to their roots?" Ann recalled Eli Sheridan’s words and repeated them verbatim.
Eli Sheridan smiled softly, and for some reason, his voice seemed filled with a tinge of melancholy, "Do you understand what I mean?"
"Mm..." Ann wanted to say that she understood now, but she suddenly realized that Eli Sheridan wasn’t referring to back then.
After the call ended, Ann hurried over to Cyrus Hawthorne, who was replying to work emails, holding her face in frustration, "Cian, do you think my brother has known for a long time that Cynthia Sheridan is an imposter and I’m his real sister?"
"Hmm?" Cyrus Hawthorne slightly raised his narrow eyes and cast a slight glance at her, "It’s not too late for you to realize it."
"I... huh?" Ann was stunned, her eyes widening in disbelief, reflecting Cyrus’s amused expression, "When did you realize he already knew I was his sister?"
So they both knew and kept it from her, is that it?
Cyrus Hawthorne’s eyes flickered with a hint of amusement and then he rubbed the back of her neck, speaking matter-of-factly, "Whatever you wanted to say, your brother doesn’t seem to want you to say it."
Ann nodded, a slight confusion on her pretty face, "It always feels like there’s more to his words, and since he knows my identity, why would he agree to let Stanley Sheridan transfer my mom’s shares to Cynthia Sheridan? And just a few days later, Cynthia dies, could it be..."
"Hmm?"
Ann hesitated and quipped, "Could the Sheridan Family be cursed or something?"
This is so bizarre.
Immersed in her wild imagination, Ann didn’t notice the fleeting coldness in Cyrus’s expression, nor the chill that briefly surfaced in his eyes.
It faded instantly, too quickly to catch.
It wasn’t until his phone lightly vibrated that Cyrus Hawthorne slowly returned from his thoughts, his narrow eyes inadvertently glancing at the screen, suddenly freezing.
Seeing his suddenly grave expression, Ann was puzzled, "What’s wrong?"
"Mom accidentally ingested poison and has just been sent to the emergency room for treatment."
...
Imperial Capital First Hospital.
When Ann Vaughn, Cyrus Hawthorne, and Bella Hawthorne arrived at the hospital, Laura Quinn had already come out of the emergency room and was being pushed back to the ward.
To avoid disturbing Laura’s rest, Old Master Hawthorne and the Hawthorne Family were sitting on benches outside, waiting. Upon seeing them arrive, Henry Hawthorne, filled with pent-up anger, found an outlet.
"You sure came back early. If anything had happened to Alana, you would’ve been just in time to arrange her funeral, wouldn’t you?"
Listening to his sarcastic words, Bella Hawthorne lowered her head in guilt, it was all because of her...
"Grandfather, how is mom?" Cyrus Hawthorne furrowed his brows slightly, ignoring Henry’s words, and asked Old Master Hawthorne.
"She was resuscitated. As long as she wakes up tomorrow, she’ll be fine." Old Master Hawthorne stood with his cane on the ground, his expression solemn, "This matter needs a thorough investigation. We must find out who poisoned her."
Poisoning even targeting the Hawthorne Family, how audacious!
Cyrus Hawthorne nodded slightly, "I’ve already sent people to investigate, and I’ll inform you as soon as the results come in."
"You make the call, just don’t let that person get away. Otherwise, it might happen again, with endless consequences," Old Master Hawthorne said.
"You can rest assured."
It was already late, and after Old Master Hawthorne left, the Hawthorne Family followed suit, with Henry also leaving because of his health, returning home with his assistant.
"Brother, sister-in-law, you should both go rest. I’ll stay here tonight. This is the first time I’ve seen my real mom." Bella Hawthorne tried to perk up her spirits as she spoke to Ann Vaughn and Cyrus Hawthorne.
"No." Ann Vaughn rejected Bella’s suggestion, "Your health is weak as it is, and if you don’t take care of yourself, you’ll have a hard time recovering. Do you want to be drinking those bitter herbs every day?"
As a doctor of traditional Chinese medicine, Ann herself didn’t actually like drinking herbal remedies either, preferring to needle herself instead.
Bitter medicine is truly bitter.
Listening to Ann’s description, Bella Hawthorne showed her first smile in days, brief and fleeting.
"You both leave. I’ll stay here." Cyrus Hawthorne didn’t give them a chance to argue, pressing a hand on each of their heads.
"I’ll stay here with you." Ann Vaughn’s eyes turned, intending to use the opportunity to make Bella realize her presence was unnecessary, but Cyrus lightly flicked her forehead.
His deep voice carried a hint of helplessness, "If you stay here, who’s going to take Bella home?"
Huh?
Aren’t Mark Joyce and Dragon downstairs?
It was clear Cyrus wanted her to leave, so Ann, not wanting to force herself to stay, left with Bella, somewhat upset and pouty.
"Bella, let’s go! Let’s get away from this lightbulb!"
Cyrus Hawthorne: "?"
Once inside the elevator, Bella couldn’t help but explain on behalf of her brother to Ann Vaughn, "Sister-in-law, don’t be mad at my brother. He’s just worried about you."
"Worried about me?" Ann puffed up her cheeks slightly, turned her head upon hearing this, eyes filled with confusion, "What is there to be worried about me?"
"My mom was poisoned and barely made it back. There’s no guarantee that whoever is behind it, won’t try something again, this place is no longer safe." Bella said softly, "My brother doesn’t want you to be caught in danger, not even a little."
Bella’s eyes flashed with a hint of envy, "My brother has been a man of few words since he was a child, but his warmth is always hidden in his every action towards those he cares about."