Chapter 570: Chapter 570: Wanda Chamberlain
So it wasn’t intentional to embarrass her, but rather worried... she would see the wounds on his body!
Ann Vaughn’s eyes instantly turned red, her teeth biting her lower lip hard, an indescribable mix of emotions continuously welling up in her heart.
"Mommy, Kenny always thought the Archfiend didn’t like Kenny very much." Seeing Ann Vaughn remain silent, Kenny snuggled deeper into the blanket, hiding his blushing, adorable face. "But now Kenny understands, the Archfiend just isn’t good at expressing himself."
Perhaps it’s because his parents’ relationship is too good, making Kenny feel like he’s a massive third wheel.
His parents are the true love, and he was just an accident.
For this reason, Kenny secretly noted down Cyrus Hawthorne in his little notebook.
Since J.B. was born, he never experienced paternal love—his understanding of a father was only a vague impression, nothing profound.
After recognizing Cyrus, that vague impression turned into—
Immature! Big villain! Stingy!
These three labels.
But now... Kenny might kind of understand why books use "deep as the sea" to describe a father’s love.
Watching Kenny’s cute, blushing face, Ann Vaughn couldn’t resist kissing his cheek, "Good to know, Kenny is so adorable, how could he not like you?"
The father and son really did compete, clash with each other, but their mutual concern for each other was very real.
"Hmph, then Kenny will reluctantly give him a little bit of like!" Kenny arrogantly raised his little chin, "Just a little, in this world, Kenny likes Mommy the most!"
Oh my!
Ann Vaughn’s heart almost melted from his cuteness, internally wailing in delight.
No wonder he’s her good baby!
Wham—
Just then, the door to the ward was suddenly pushed open.
"Miss Vaughn, President Hawthorne asked me to bring you to the main family residence." Mark Joyce stood at the door, respectfully saying.
...
Main residence, council chamber.
When Ann Vaughn arrived, the atmosphere inside the chamber had almost dropped to freezing; from a distance, you could feel the menacing aura emanating from the man seated at the head.
The elders around the long table didn’t dare make a sound, their heads bowed, as if an invisible hand was gripping their throats, making it hard to breathe.
Oh, heavens.
Harold Hawthorne, that bastard, brought harm!
If they had known that the family head wasn’t dead, how could they have assisted Harold Hawthorne, that scoundrel, in seizing power!?
But at this point, no matter how much regret they feel, it’s all useless.
"It’s inappropriate for uncles at such an age to worry about the Hawthorne Family’s affairs," the man dressed in a dignified and aloof manner slowly spoke, his voice as cold as shattering jade against stone, "You should be enjoying life."
The words "enjoy life," to the elders, were no different from a death sentence, their faces changing instantly.
Just as they were about to plead, the man softly interrupted their words: "Don’t cause a ruckus, it’s annoying."
The elders, muzzled, didn’t dare speak up, and their silence made them feel uneasy, their faces turning red.
They knew, Cyrus was determined to expel them from the Hawthorne Family.
"Old Master..." Unwilling to give up, the elders wanted to seek help from Old Master Hawthorne sitting opposite.
Unexpectedly, Old Master Hawthorne was smiling cheerfully, but he said, "I’m old and senile, I can’t be in charge anymore."
Completely cutting off their retreat.
As Ann Vaughn walked over, she just happened to see the elders leaving with ashen faces, not knowing what had just occurred.
"Come here." Seeing Ann approaching, Cyrus’s stern expression slightly softened, and he gently said two words, then personally pulled out a soft bench for her.
Witnessing this, Miyi Yates, standing on call not far away, had a slight change in her expression.
Not just her, the group of people around the long table all wore looks of astonishment.
This wasn’t... this wasn’t like the Ann Vaughn they heard about who was shamelessly chasing Cyrus!
In response, Ann Vaughn greeted Old Master Hawthorne before obediently walking over to sit down, whispering, "What happened?"
"Just stay put." Cyrus’s tone was calm as he whispered to her, then glanced toward the door.
Was he coaxing a child?
Ann Vaughn internally grumbled, following his gaze, only to see Laura Quinn being pushed into the council chamber with disheveled hair.
Her lavish outfit was stained with blood, the wounds barely attended to, her whole appearance embarrassingly wretched to the extreme, no longer showing a trace of her former glory.
Watching her in this miserable state, Ann Vaughn’s eyes turned slightly cold.
Deserved downfall.
Yet Laura Quinn didn’t think she brought it on herself. Upon entering the chamber and seeing Old Master Hawthorne and her peers present, her face twisted hideously.
"Dad, big sister, second sister, look at the good son I raised—look how he’s treating his biological mother who gave birth to him, raised him, and gave him everything!"
Immediately cursing as she tried to rush forward, but her shoulders were forcefully held down, unable to move!
"For an outsider, he actually shot at his mother! Hahaha, look, this is the heir of your Hawthorne Family, I spit!"
"This little beast, heartless creature! Back when he was in the cradle, I should have strangled him, never letting him live to now!"
"I, Laura Quinn, do not have a son who disregards familial ethics like this! I gave you your life, now I want you to die, immediately die for me—"
The sharp, harsh insults continuously spewed from Laura Quinn’s mouth, making one’s heart grow cold.
She seemed completely deranged, biting whoever she could, not caring if that person was her own flesh and blood.
"Shut her foul mouth!" The rarely angered Old Master Hawthorne heavily struck his cane, shaking his head with a face full of disappointment.
The person holding Laura grabbed a nearby rag and stuffed it into her mouth.
Ann Vaughn, hearing those words, felt like her lungs were about to explode with anger, her eyes turned red with rage.
Even at this point, Laura Quinn still thought it was Cyrus who wronged her, that everyone owed her!
Where did she get the nerve!
As her anger boiled, Ann Vaughn worriedly glanced at Cyrus, seeing his expression calm, unflustered, as if unbothered by Laura’s insults.
But no matter what, Laura was his biological mother, how could he not care?
Ann Vaughn forcefully pursed her red lips, then quietly held his hand under the table.
"Don’t worry." Cyrus’s eyes flickered with a hint of a smile, lightly patting her small hand, then he stood up, walking towards Laura.
Laura’s eyes bulged out in anger, glaring at Cyrus with hatred.
Cyrus’s stern face showed no emotion, only those deep, lagoon-like eyes seemed capable of piercing through one’s soul, sending chills down their spine.
His tone was indifferent, yet extremely sharp: "You occupied my mother’s identity for so many years, it’s time you pay it back."
"Wanda Chamberlain."