Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 1068: Want to Make a Bet with Me?

Ann Vaughn’s eyes shifted lightly. After coughing up several mouthfuls of blood, she reached out to push the door fully open, allowing them to enter.

But as she reached out, she exposed an arm covered in bruised needle marks, her skin a sickly pale as though she had endured some unknown torment.

Especially at the artery of her wrist, under the light, the blood vessels appeared not blue, but black-purple.

The captain of the search team immediately noticed this, involuntarily taking half a step back, questioning Ann Vaughn, "Where did you come from? Why are you living alone in a place like this? Let us see your identification."

Ann Vaughn’s swollen eyes lowered, her expression desolate, "I am from K Country, I came here with my family on vacation. When we were about to return, I carelessly caught a cold, cough cough. My family feared my condition would worsen on the way back, so they let me recuperate here until I was well enough to return."

Seeing her coughing so violently, as if she might cough up a lung, the search team members couldn’t help but feel a chill.

"Your family left you alone here sick?" The captain grew suspicious.

"There was originally a maid... unfortunately, she caught a severe cold a few days ago and didn’t make it." As she spoke, a strange color flashed across Ann Vaughn’s ghastly pale face, making her appear even more ghostly.

The search team was filled with a mix of fear and doubt, trying to discern any hint of guilt on Ann Vaughn’s face.

Only to realize... she seemed very eager for them to enter the house.

Seeing them hesitate, Ann Vaughn stepped aside, suppressing the itch in her throat and speaking hoarsely, "Come in first, I’ll go get my documents for you to check."

But by this point, the search team didn’t dare enter.

They weren’t fools, it was impossible not to realize that Ann Vaughn hadn’t told the truth earlier.

A normal cold, no matter how severe, couldn’t possibly lead to coughing up blood.

Not to mention, from her few words earlier, it wasn’t hard to hear that her family left her here alone, and the maid catching a severe cold and dying... all related to her illness.

Perhaps... it’s some kind of infectious disease.

The captain was torn, on one side was the command of the Second Prince, on the other side was the fear of catching Ann Vaughn’s disease, afraid of being infected, hesitant for a moment.

But the search team members couldn’t stand it, nothing was more important than their own lives.

"Captain, this woman knows she’s sick and still invites us inside, I think she’s mostly up to no good, trying to harm us."

"The Crown Prince lives in luxury and has a severe cleanliness obsession, even if not for cleanliness, for survival he wouldn’t possibly hide near an infectious disease sufferer, it would be an insult to him."

"I agree, who doesn’t value their life? No matter how capable the Crown Prince is, he wouldn’t joke about his own life, would he?"

"I don’t know if it’s just psychological, but I feel unwell, my throat’s a bit itchy..."

The captain signaled them to be quiet, then turned back to scrutinize Ann Vaughn, her face pale, lips bloodstained, unable to bring himself to walk into the house, he finally had to give up.

"We apologize for the disturbance."

The search team came suddenly and left quickly, Ann Vaughn watched their retreating backs, only then closing the door, her nerves finally relaxing.

Those people had clearly been specially trained, even having guns at their waists, if they had been tougher and barged in to search disregardingly, she really wouldn’t have been able to handle it.

Though this move was risky, it turned out to be effective.

Ann Vaughn returned to the living room where Warren Vance was still sitting in the same spot, showing no signs of worry, as if he were on vacation.

Noticing her gaze, Warren Vance leaned on his hand and said calmly, "I told you it’s dangerous outside, don’t go out until it’s completely safe."

"What if those people come back?"

"They won’t." Warren Vance’s words carried an undertone, "About ninety-five percent of Gothasen’s population are survivors of that disaster years ago, their fear of viruses and infectious diseases is deeply ingrained, it’s not easy to shake."

No wonder...

Ann Vaughn looked at the fake needle marks on her arm, sighed without saying anything, then her gaze inadvertently swept over the grandfather clock, and she was startled.

"It’s already past midnight?!"

Calculating the time difference, it was now about seven in the morning in The Imperial Capital.

Nearly eight hours had passed since she suddenly disappeared!

Hearing the urgency in her words, Warren Vance chuckled softly, his meaning unclear, "Do you miss that man so much you want to return to his side?"

"What’s so great about him?"

Ann Vaughn lightly pressed her lips together, after a long pause, she said meaningfully, "At least, he doesn’t casually take lives."

"So in your eyes, he’s such a pure and good person?" Warren Vance’s lips curled, his smile growing colder, "Do you think the blood on his hands is less than mine? Not to mention others, even your mother died at his hands."

"That joke is not funny." Ann Vaughn frowned.

"Do you think I would joke with you about such a matter?" Warren Vance raised his eyes to her, his tone still gentle but with an invisible sharpness, "That ’319 Exile File’, you should have already seen it, are you not curious how your mother Shuhua Vaughn died in the exile riot?"

At his last word, Ann Vaughn’s eyes widened suddenly.

Exiled to Mordane due to certain reasons, Shuhua Vaughn who died in the riot... was her mother?!

Ann Vaughn’s mind went blank for a moment, then quickly recalled the information on that file about the name "Shuhua Vaughn".

—Shuhua Vaughn, a member of Blackhold Six, exiled to Mordane due to certain reasons, died in the riot.

Before Ann Vaughn could make sense of it, Warren Vance continued, "The year your mother was exiled to Mordane, do you know what Cyrus Hawthorne did?"

"Inciting a riot, sparking war, when Mordane was in utter chaos, he seized the opportunity to take control of this forsaken land." Speaking of which, Warren Vance chuckled softly, "He succeeded, but at the cost of over ten thousand lives, including your mother’s. So, do you still think he’s a benevolent person?"

Ann Vaughn’s lips parted slightly, wanting to refute but not knowing how, her mind buzzing.

She forced herself to calm down, with no panic at all, she said, "I can’t convict him based solely on your one-sided words. I will find out the truth of what really happened myself."

"You’re as naive as ever." Warren Vance laughed softly, seemingly helpless yet indulgent, then changed the subject and said to Ann Vaughn, "How about we make a bet?"

"It’s such a time, and you still have the leisure to bet?"

"The bet is if you win, I’ll send you back."

"...What do you want to bet on?" Ann Vaughn conceded in a second, "For the record, I don’t have a cent on me."