Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 1083: Mutual Destruction

This possibility had also been considered by Eli Sheridan, except Lucy Lock was still in a coma, making any action unlikely.

Nonetheless, Eli Sheridan contacted the patrol bureau to request heightened surveillance on Lucy Lock to prevent further incidents.

After all, when people are driven to the brink, they’re capable of anything.

Especially those like Lucy Lock and Micah Hawthorne, who have no moral boundaries.

Yet, no one expected the disruption to come so swiftly.

"Mommy, Vaughn Clinic has been attacked!" The small child who had quietly nestled nearby suddenly spoke up, holding a tablet and jumping off the sofa to show it to Ann Vaughn.

"What?!"

Ann Vaughn immediately took the tablet, with Eli Sheridan and Wilder looking over it as well.

As they took in the chaotic scene in the video, their expressions simultaneously changed.

Ten minutes later.

The outer perimeter of Vaughn Clinic was completely surrounded by patrol cars, with a red caution tape five meters from the entrance, barring anyone from approaching.

However, those blocked outside the caution line by armed officers desperately tried to rush inside, their terrified cries mingling with angry curses, echoing under the sky, creating a scene of utter chaos.

Inside the clinic, it was eerily quiet, as if in a grave.

"It’s been so long, Ann Vaughn still isn’t here. Clearly, she doesn’t care about your lives. At the moment of life or death, she’s not here to save you, is she?" Lucy Lock tightened her grip on the hostage’s neck, her eyes full of malice scanning the people in the clinic, "Only you fools would take her as a savior!"

The guests and staff in the clinic all crouched quietly in corners, not daring to make a sound.

Lucy Lock’s face twisted momentarily with a savage expression, her grip on the hostage’s neck suddenly tightened, "If Ann Vaughn doesn’t show up, I’ll kill someone every minute that passes, sending you down to accompany her in death!"

How can this be?!

The people in the corner all showed horror on their faces, their fear multiplied infinitely, even breeding a trace of resentment towards Ann Vaughn for failing to appear promptly.

Perhaps, this lunatic’s words were true, Ann Vaughn was afraid to die and dared not come, leaving them to their fate...

As these dark thoughts arose, a calmly composed female voice suddenly came from the clinic’s entrance. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

"Lucy Lock, this is between you and me. Let them go, and I’ll be your hostage."

The hopeless eyes of those moments before suddenly brightened, all looking towards the entrance.

It’s Ann Vaughn!

They nearly cried with joy, Ann Vaughn was here, they didn’t have to die!

Seeing Ann Vaughn’s face, which closely resembled Paige Sherman, Lucy Lock was filled with hatred, her expression growing increasingly distorted.

"Ann Vaughn, you’ve kept me waiting."

Ann Vaughn’s eyes showed resolve, her wrists subtly rotated at her sides, revealing a hint of gold.

Just as that trace of gold was about to be unleashed, Ann Vaughn’s eyes suddenly shrank, emotions surged within.

Moments later, she discreetly retracted the Golden Needle from her fingertips.

"Lucy Lock," Ann Vaughn stepped forward into the clinic, standing opposite Lucy Lock, observing the struggling hostage in her grip, her fingers tightly clenched, "You’ve escaped the hospital with great effort, all to get revenge on me. I’m giving you this chance now, do you dare?"

As her words fell, the stern voice of the patrol leader issued a warning through the tiny earpiece hidden behind Ann Vaughn’s ear.

"She has hostages, do not provoke her to avoid irreversible consequences!"

Ignoring the warning, Ann Vaughn chuckled softly and stepped forward again, meeting Lucy Lock’s malicious gaze without the slightest fear: "You’re bold enough to strap explosives to yourself, but you don’t dare swap me for this hostage? Are you so wary of me, afraid I’ll foil your plan?"

This message was transmitted verbatim through the earpiece to all patrol officers, including Eli Sheridan.

Everyone’s hearts were shaken.

Explosives?!

Lucy Lock had actually fastened explosives to herself?!

No wonder the guests in the clinic were so obedient, none dared resist.

Should Lucy Lock suddenly go berserk, the consequences would be unimaginable!

The patrol leader acted swiftly, immediately contacting headquarters for support, dispatching bomb disposal experts, and instructing the dispersal of surrounding crowds, forbidding civilians from approaching Vaughn Clinic by any step.

"Mr. Sheridan, please wait outside for updates, we will follow the situation inside the clinic in real time, rest assured," said the patrol leader.

"Sorry, Patrol Leader, I have compelling reasons to stay here," Eli Sheridan clenched his fists tightly, drawing back his gaze from a certain point, emphasized word by word, "My sister is still inside."

Inside the clinic.

Lucy Lock tugged open her jacket to reveal the explosives tied around her waist, terrifying everyone present.

Combined with the sinister expression on her face, she looked terrifying, like a ghost crawling up from the depths of hell.

Those more faint-hearted already fainted from fright.

"These are all specially prepared for you," Lucy Lock laughed maniacally, "You don’t need to deliberately provoke me, I can see through your little tricks clearly. The more you care about these hostages, the more you expose your weakness. As long as I hold them, I’ll easily deal with you."

"Ann Vaughn, you’re just like your bitch mother, feigning kindness."

Ann Vaughn’s lips tightened, a glimmer flashed in her eyes, and she retorted coldly, "Is that so? Lucy Lock, I wonder whether to call you stupid or just plain stupid."

"What did you say?"

"If you truly wanted to die, you would have already pressed the remote control to detonate the explosives on you the moment I walked in, perishing with me," Ann Vaughn’s voice was icy, "You didn’t because you want me dead, but you’re not done living."

Lucy Lock’s eyes flashed darkly for a moment, "You’re really not afraid to die."

"No one is unafraid of death, me included. But a death that’s so hideous, leaving one’s body mangled and dismembered for future photos, isn’t pretty. Instead, let’s discuss a deal."

"Hahahaha!" Lucy Lock laughed loudly, "Ann Vaughn, you’ve ruined my life, landed me in prison, shattered the Lockwood Family, and caused so much grief; even killing you a hundred times wouldn’t be enough! How dare you try to negotiate with me?"

As she spoke, Lucy Lock grew more agitated, the hostage she had by the neck was turning pale, nearly at their limit.

Ann Vaughn’s palms were sweating, but her face showed no sign of tension, "Your most beloved son, Zephyr, is still in jail, don’t you want to save him?"

Lucy Lock’s laughter halted, her gaze on Ann Vaughn became that of looking at a dead person.

"Compared to these hostages, someone more valuable to you is me, isn’t that right?"

Upon hearing this, Lucy Lock’s mouth curved into a sinister smile, "You little wench, you’re rather clever. Alright, step forward."