Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 1100: Such a Pity

"Dr. Locke, there’s an emergency, that gentleman requests you to go over immediately!"

"Dr. Locke, are you inside?"

The sound of knocking was faintly accompanied by anxious inquiries, as if the door would be broken down the next second, making Ann Vaughn’s heart tighten.

The cold wave in Wade Lowell’s eyes slightly subsided. He looked up at the direction of the door, his sharp eyes half-squinted.

"No matter what happens next, don’t leave the bedroom." With that, Wade Lowell pushed Ann Vaughn’s shoulder, sending her back to the bedroom, then shut the door with a backhand.

"Wait..."

The closing door blocked out the rest of Ann Vaughn’s words, followed by the sound of the dormitory door being pushed open from the outside.

A few people burst into the room, seeing Wade Lowell coming from the direction of the bedroom, his brownish hair a bit messy, with a tired and indifferent expression as if irritated from being woken.

"What’s the matter."

"Dr. Locke, we apologize. We thought you fainted inside, which is why we barged in without permission. Please, forgive us." The captain explained, cold sweat dripping.

In the base, it’s common for researchers to suddenly faint due to exhaustions and irregular schedules, so once anything seems amiss, the patrol team has the authority to forcefully enter and check.

Furthermore, Wade Lowell is currently the most sought-after researcher in the base, and no one dares let anything happen to him.

"What’s the matter." Wade Lowell walked to the experiment table, put on silver-edged glasses, and asked coldly.

The captain lowered his voice and replied, "A patrol team was found with severe neural interference by toxins, which originated from our base. The higher-ups have decided to advance the ’Ark Plan.’

A fragmented sentence out of context, which would certainly leave those unaware of the inside story utterly confused.

A gleam flashed in Wade Lowell’s eyes, his expression calm as he nodded, "Lead the way."

"Yes, this way please."

Inside the bedroom, Ann Vaughn fell weakly to the floor, hands pressing tightly against her heart, her face pale and frightening.

As her consciousness blurred, she suddenly heard the door open, painfully lifting her eyes.

A familiar silhouette rushed into her view, causing her pupils to tremble, her entire body frozen in place.

"The most dangerous place is the safest place." The person looked at the disguise on Ann Vaughn’s face, speaking softly, "Turns out I was right."

As soon as the words fell, Ann Vaughn’s vision blacked out entirely, losing consciousness, and fainting onto the cold floor.

...

After a lengthy darkness, Ann Vaughn woke from her faint only to have her eyes ache from the piercing light above, instinctively turning her head to avoid it.

Unexpectedly, she met the gaze of the silhouette standing beside her.

Ann Vaughn’s face changed slightly, propping herself up, trying to sit up, only to find herself bound to the experiment table, her limbs secured tightly in lock rings, unable to move.

"You seem to have something to say to me," the voice said blandly.

"Indeed." Ann Vaughn bit her lip tightly, a deep mist covering her eyes, seemingly with a tinge of water, "I never thought it would really be you."

Pausing here, Ann Vaughn looked at the person with a pale and sarcastic smile, "Sherry?"

Sherry withdrew her gaze, looking at the notebook in her hands, her expression flat, "You suspected me for a while, didn’t you? Otherwise, you wouldn’t have knowingly spoken those words with the monitoring device I planted in the snack bag, leading me to believe you wouldn’t leave for Kenny’s sake."

She had plotted against Ann Vaughn, just as Ann Vaughn had calculated against her.

"Does it still matter to bring these up now?" Ann Vaughn looked at her mockingly, "From when did you replace the real Sherry and start lurking around me?"

Just as Sherry was about to respond, a solemn voice suddenly interrupted her, "It’s no surprise Cyrus likes this girl, she’s bright enough to be truly surprising."

Sherry’s cold expression suddenly became deferential, cautiously stepping aside, respectfully saying, "Sir."

Sir?

Nathan Hawthorne?!

Ann Vaughn’s heart chilled, looking at the man, expecting to see a face full of wrinkles and aged features but was completely surprised.

The man’s appearance was refined and polite, a smile at his lips, an imposing presence between his brows, exuding an understated sense of command, more like a statesman than a despot, not to be underestimated.

Time hadn’t left any marks on his face, instead, it bestowed him with a unique, mature charm.

Even the top stars in the entertainment circle might pale in comparison beside him.

This man, seemingly in his early thirties, really isn’t Cyrus Hawthorne’s brother?!

Perhaps she had stared too long in shock, Nathan Hawthorne smiled slightly, "What are you looking at?"

"I didn’t expect Uncle to look so young and handsome..." Ann Vaughn’s eyes brightened slightly, her smile innocently sweet, "You hardly look like Cyrus Hawthorne’s father, more like his brother."

Nathan Hawthorne started, then chuckled softly, "This little girl sure has a sweet tongue, she seems quite pleasing."

"It’s fate, Uncle, considering I called you Dad once before, could you let someone borrow my locks? I promise to stay put and not run away!" Ann Vaughn immediately seized the opportunity to forge a connection.

"Sir, don’t listen to her sweet talk, she’s quite cunning..." Sherry interjected hurriedly.

"She’s not wrong. By relationships, this little girl is my daughter-in-law, and deserves to be treated with courtesy." Nathan Hawthorne said gently, "Unlock all her locks."

Sherry reluctantly nodded, "Yes."

Ann Vaughn’s heart rejoiced, sweet words spilling out as if costless, "Uncle, you’re so wonderful, just like my own dad, no wonder they say appearance reflects one’s heart. This is exactly the case with Uncle!"

Nathan Hawthorne was momentarily dumbfounded. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

A few seconds later, he realized this girl was subtly complimenting his looks.

He wondered how his son, who had been as unromantic as a log, managed to capture such a whimsically clever little wife?

It’s just a pity.

"Little girl, I heard from Sherry that you’ve already developed medication for extending life. Why don’t you market it for profit?" Nathan Hawthorne asked casually, like a senior inquiring a junior.

"How can Uncle believe a counterfeiter’s words? If I had actually developed such medication, wouldn’t I have already given it to those around me? Keeping it from outsiders is one thing, but there’s no need to hide it from family, right?"

"Full of lies!" Sherry snapped, "You told me you’ve developed the medication, that it was locked in the safe in the clinic’s laboratory, now you want to deceive sir with lies?"