Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 1084: Prayers for Blessing

Meanwhile.

Although the patrol bureau had tried its best to seal off the news, as time passed, the incident of the terrorist attack on Vaughn Clinic still leaked out, causing quite a stir.

Countless fans flooded the Vaughn Clinic official blog, leaving comments to inquire about the situation, but there was never a response.

——Why are there so many patrol cars surrounding Vaughn Clinic nearby? Did something happen?

——Hahaha, isn’t this divine justice? Am I the only one who dislikes Ann Vaughn and Vaughn Clinic?

——If you don’t know, stop talking nonsense and confusing the public. Vaughn Clinic was hit by a terrorist attack. Eleven guests inside have uncertain fates. The criminal named Dr. Vaughn to appear before they would release anyone. Just now, Dr. Vaughn has already gone in alone!!

——Damn, what is the patrol bureau doing? They actually let an unarmed helpless woman go in to die?!

——According to reliable internal information, the suspect seems to be the former Lockwood Family Head Lucy Lock. If Dr. Vaughn falls into her hands, it could mean grave danger!

——Last year my father had an accident on the construction site, fell into full paralysis, and couldn’t recover for a long time. We spent all our savings trying to heal him, later couldn’t even afford the hospital fees. My father didn’t want to burden my mom and me, and even considered suicide. If not for Dr. Vaughn helping us with no regard for financial consequences, our family would have already fallen apart... I pray for heaven to bless Dr. Vaughn, and let nothing happen to her!

——Me too... My mom’s late-stage breast cancer was cured by Dr. Vaughn. I’m really grateful to her for not letting death take my mom away. I hope she’s safe and sound!

——Praying for heavenly blessings!

The following comments spontaneously followed suit, sincerely wishing for the safety of Ann Vaughn and those hostages.

As more people joined in the prayers, the thread gained so much attention it reached the top trending spot.

The word "explosive" behind the hashtag #prayer#, turned purple from its popularity.

Yet Ann Vaughn knew nothing of everything happening outside.

"If you really want to save this person, then come over here and exchange yourself for her, it’s fair," Lucy Lock’s eyes brimmed with malicious intent, almost forming a tangible force to penetrate Ann Vaughn’s body.

As Lucy Lock’s words fell, a frantic voice from Eli Sheridan came through the communicator to stop her.

"Annie, don’t listen to her! Don’t go over!"

Ann Vaughn pressed her lips tightly, her slender fingers gripped and released forcefully, then stepped forward, heading towards Lucy Lock’s position.

Everyone in the corner was sweating for her actions, and the cries gradually died down.

Seeing Ann Vaughn getting closer to herself, Lucy Lock’s eyes flashed with a gleam of triumph. She then released the hostage in her hand, and at the moment Ann Vaughn came near, pulled out the fruit knife hidden behind her!

Ann Vaughn felt a faint sting in her ankle, yet before she could lower her head to look, suddenly sensed a chill on her neck as the sharp fruit knife pressed against her neck.

With just a slight cut, it could slice through her major artery, spraying blood.

Lucy Lock indeed wished for this?

But Ann Vaughn said one thing right, using her as a hostage is far more effective than those guests.

"I want Zachary Lancaster to appear before me within fifteen minutes, have Eli Sheridan prepare fifty million in cash and a helicopter, and when we successfully get out of the country, I’ll let you go."

Lucy Lock sneered, seemingly speaking to Ann Vaughn, but in fact, passing the message through the communicator behind her ear to Eli Sheridan and the patrol chief.

Ann Vaughn pressed her lips, saying nothing.

No matter what, at least the other hostages are safe now.

But Lucy Lock said she would let her go?

Ha, she didn’t believe a word of it.

Half an hour later, a helicopter took off from the rooftop of a high-rise building, stirring up gusts of wind.

"Mom, this bitch caused us so much harm, should we just push her off right now, let her taste the feeling of being shattered to pieces?!" Zachary Lancaster sat in the cockpit, his pale face showing a hint of madness.

Lucy Lock sneered, the fruit knife never leaving Ann Vaughn’s neck, "After all those years in prison, you better grow some brains. Killing her now, can we still safely leave the country?"

Zachary Lancaster immediately laughed flatteringly, "You’re right, then we’ll deal with this bitch after we are safe!"

Listening to the colluding conversation between this mother and son, Ann Vaughn’s hands clenched tighter, her gaze flashing past the bomb strapped to Lucy Lock’s waist, her palm damp.

Stay calm.

The more at times like this, the more you need to stay calm.

Suddenly, the helicopter shook violently.

Ann Vaughn accidentally fell onto Lucy Lock, her neck was lightly grazed by the blade, seeping a trace of crimson.

After the tremor passed, Lucy Lock sat upright, pushed Ann Vaughn away disdainfully, the fruit knife once again pressed against her neck, "Sit down properly!"

Then she went on to scold Zachary Lancaster in front of her at the helm, "Can’t you drive? Make it more stable!"

"Yes, yes, that was purely an accident." Zachary Lancaster hurriedly begged for forgiveness, eyes rolling, asking, "Mom, are we just leaving Uncle Hawthorne behind? He at least helped us, didn’t he?"

"You’re barely able to help yourself and still thinking about others’ lives?" Lucy Lock replied coldly, "Micah Hawthorne, that old fox, if not for the evidence I hold against him, do you think he’d take the risk to help me? Forget about him, he’s probably already successfully fulfilled his wishes with the remaining bombs, ha."

Perhaps because she felt Ann Vaughn was going to die anyway, Lucy Lock spoke without any scruples, not afraid of being overheard.

Ann Vaughn’s heart sank.

The remaining bombs?

What would Micah Hawthorne do with those bombs?

"What wishes does Uncle Hawthorne have? Didn’t he already lose all his desires?" Zachary Lancaster asked again.

Lucy Lock began to get impatient, scolded, "Why do you ask so many questions? Am I your mother or is Micah Hawthorne your dad that you’re so concerned about him? Keep your eyes straight, focus on the front!"

Zachary Lancaster muttered, said nothing more.

Boom—

Suddenly, the helicopter body was heavily struck by something, causing it to shake uncontrollably.

About three helicopters bearing the flying snake emblem had unnoticed surrounded them!

Zachary Lancaster scrambled to maintain the balance of the body, saying to Lucy Lock, "They’re aerial pirates! They want to hijack us, mom, hold steady, I need to accelerate to evade them!"

"How could aerial pirates appear in this area!?" Lucy Lock thought for a moment and put the fruit knife under the seat, turned, warning Ann Vaughn, "You better behave, otherwise I can detonate the bomb on me and we’ll go down together!"

Ann Vaughn’s stomach churned from the shaking, rolling her eyes at the words, forcing herself to endure the physical discomfort.

At this moment, the helicopter shook violently again, the area above the window caved in.

Zachary Lancaster glanced back, saw something unknown, his eyes flashed with grim determination.

Taking advantage of the helicopter’s significant tilt from being hit, Zachary Lancaster decisively opened the side window of the rear seat—