Chapter 559: Chapter 559: In This Life, I Love Only You
Wasn’t she also comforting Kenny, to put his mind at ease?
From the moment she learned that Cyrus Hawthorne had died at sea, the flame that burned within her heart was like a thread severed abruptly, completely extinguished.
Ann Vaughn wanted desperately to believe that Cyrus Hawthorne wasn’t dead.
But as long as she didn’t see him appear before her intact, she... didn’t even dare to think about it.
Afraid that the more she longs for him, the more heaven would take him away.
But she couldn’t help it.
She missed him.
Madly missed him.
A crystalline drop slid down Ann Vaughn’s cheek from the corner of her eye, yet she held the tearing pain deep in her heart tightly, smiling at Kenny like nothing had happened to reassure him.
The car stopped in the parking lot of Villa No. 8.
After getting out of the car, Ann Vaughn suddenly remembered something, her gaze scattered, and she then said to Kenny, "Kenny, why don’t you go back to your room and sleep first, mommy will come in later."
"Mommy, don’t stay too long, it’s too cold." Kenny nodded sensibly, then ran into the villa.
Once that small figure disappeared by the window, Ann Vaughn finally moved her feet, heading towards the lawn where Cyrus Hawthorne had agreed to meet her in his message.
Stopping there, Ann Vaughn took out her phone, found the message Cyrus Hawthorne sent, and read it word for word.
The emotion suppressed in her heart was eager to be released, but she couldn’t find an outlet, so she kept repeating the message over and over to force herself to stay clear-headed.
"Liar."
"You broke your promise again."
He said he’d marry her when he grew up, and she waited.
He said for her to wait for him to come back on the lawn at home, and she waited.
But these two times, she had never really waited for him.
Ann Vaughn never imagined that life and death would leave her completely alone...
"Buzz buzz—"
Suddenly, the sound of propellers came from above, strong wind swept across the lawn, stirring up gusts of wind.
Ann Vaughn felt a chill on her cheek, forced to return from her thoughts, she looked up at the sky.
There she saw a pure black helicopter descending from the sky, soon landing right in front of her.
Cyrus Hawthorne asked her to wait for him on the lawn, could it be—
Ann Vaughn’s lifeless heart started beating again, her eyes couldn’t hide the excitement as she ran towards the helicopter.
"Miss Vaughn!" A familiar figure jumped down from the helicopter.
It wasn’t Cyrus Hawthorne, but Leo Lowell.
Ann Vaughn’s heart, filled with hope and expectation, suddenly cooled, her limbs growing colder.
So... it wasn’t him.
Leo Lowell noticed the disappointment in Ann Vaughn’s eyes and spoke directly to her without any preamble, "The Family Head told me earlier that I must take you to see something, please come aboard."
Ann Vaughn’s dim eyes moved briefly, she silently nodded her head.
After getting on the helicopter, the scenery quickly shifted southward, sweeping past the window.
"Doesn’t Miss Vaughn have any expectations for what the Family Head wants you to see?" Leo Lowell couldn’t help but ask, seeing Ann Vaughn remaining silent since she got on, showing neither curiosity nor any emotional ripple on her face.
Hearing this, Ann Vaughn lowered her eyes and pulled at her lips self-depreciatingly, "The thing I hoped for the most has already gone and can’t come back."
This time it was Leo Lowell who fell into silence.
Not long after, the helicopter arrived above Marinia.
"Miss Vaughn, please take a look outside the window," Leo Lowell said.
In the past, Ann Vaughn might have been scared stiff because the helicopter flew so high.
But now sitting here, her heart was like a pool of dead water, not stirred in the slightest.
What she’s feared the most, she had already experienced, mere acrophobia was nothing to her.
Ann Vaughn sat by the window, leaning against it quietly and looked down—
A dazzling cloud suddenly appeared in her view, catching her off guard.
Ann Vaughn’s eyes shook violently, she stared incredulously at that "cloud."
To put it accurately, it was an area formed into "a cloud"!
The edges were outlined by beautiful lights, radiating a glittering glow, but this glow would constantly change, as if under a panoramic view it was a real cloud floating over the ground.
Dream-like and illusory, so beautiful as if it were a fairyland.
This cloud served as a metaphor for Ann Vaughn’s surname.
She also saw a plump little cloud at the lower left corner of the big cloud, representing Kenny.
Because it was late at night, the surrounding area was completely dark, thus everything in Ann Vaughn’s sight.
——was this galaxy of clouds,
"Miss Vaughn, the Family Head has been preparing this gift since he reunited with you, hoping to give you a surprise." After pausing, Leo Lowell continued, "The Family Head said, if he didn’t return tonight, he wanted me to bring you here."
Annie crouched by the window, her gaze dazed as she looked at those beautiful clouds.
"Moreover, the Family Head has already drawn up a will, if something unexpected happens to him one day, all his properties belong to you. As for the main family, the Family Head entrusted that if you want it, then take it, if not, then discard it, it’s all up to you."
"The Family Head also left a final message, he is also most enamored with the flower of ’linked twining branches.’
The flower language of linked twining branches is that I will only be devoted to you in this life.
Annie watched the scene outside the window blankly, staring and staring, she suddenly laughed while staring at the starlight brought by those clouds.
"You are also most enamored with the ’linked twining branches’..."
Ann Vaughn repeated this sentence, swallowing it along with the wet salty tears into her dry, burning throat, her breathing became more urgent, her body uncontrollably shaking.
The bitterness stuck in her throat, spreading to her mouth, made Ann Vaughn try harder to restrain it, but her stomach was affected, rolling over, paining her so much that her face turned pale as death and her lips looked as white as snow.
"Miss Vaughn?!" Leo Lowell casually glanced at her condition and it seemed very wrong, immediately having them turn the helicopter around.
...
Meanwhile.
Inside the children’s room at Villa No. 8.
On the desk, lines of dazzling codes were running at high speed on the computer, surely a hacker would be stunned by this scene.
Countless small images flashed across the screen, finally freezing on a deep blue screen.
Kenny’s eyes slightly lit up, he swiftly sent the locational information retrieved from the black box of that yacht into the forum group.
"Please, Master."
This sentence was like a bomb that instantly ignited the passion of the group filled with silent lurkers.
"Whatever the Master can do, I can do too! Whether it’s murder and arson or keeping your bed warm at night, I’m game!!"
"Pfft! My Little King, don’t mind Spade, his brain is filled with nothing but dirty thoughts! Find me instead! I’m free of charge!"
"Everyone, be serious. My Little King is asking us for help for the first time, are we going to ignore it?"
After a round of banter, Eve suddenly posted a video, "Does this look like the yacht you mentioned?"