Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 996: Me Too

Given Zane Lancaster’s skills, avoiding Lucy Lock’s attack was simply a piece of cake.

But, interestingly, Lucy Lock, who seemed to have a calm demeanor, didn’t even flinch when faced with Finn Morgan’s questioning, and she was able to counter it logically and justifiably.

This clearly shows that her psychological quality is extraordinary.

But why did she suddenly launch a deadly attack on Zane Lancaster in the end... Was it out of intense hatred, or was there another reason? Ann Vaughn couldn’t figure it out for the time being.

On the other end of the phone, Zane Lancaster laughed; it seemed to be the first time Ann Vaughn heard him laugh so freely since she knew him.

"Why are you laughing?"

"Oh, it’s just that I feel the plan went so smoothly this time, largely thanks to you waking up Finn Morgan at the critical moment," said Zane Lancaster. "Otherwise, I might have spent the rest of my life in prison."

Although for Zane Lancaster, living in the Lockwood Family or in prison wasn’t much different.

But if he had to take the blame for a scum like Zachary Lancaster and go to jail, it would be more than just uncomfortable.

Ann Vaughn got up to pour herself a cup of hot water, and after sitting down again, she said: "That’s unlikely, even if I didn’t help you, you should still have a way to save yourself."

Just like Finn Morgan said, Zane Lancaster had long been wary of Lucy Lock, so how could he not have left an escape route for himself?

"I did, but it would have been more troublesome," Zane Lancaster did not deny. "Finn Morgan was just sent to the hospital, and he asked me to thank you for him. Whether it was the fake death pill or the life-saving grace, he will remember them well."

"This kid seems more sensible than his parents." Ann Vaughn laughed, then asked, "So, what are your plans for the future?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Once Lucy Lock’s guilt is confirmed, the Lockwood Family might be weakened for a while. But since the Lockwood Family has three pharmacists backing them up, they won’t fall easily. Your situation in the Lock Family will be tough in the future."

What bothers Ann Vaughn the most is those three pharmacists.

She couldn’t even see them, let alone find a chance to gauge their strength.

And as long as they are around, the Lockwood Family will always bounce back, like an indestructible cockroach.

Zane Lancaster was silent for a long time before suddenly asking her, "What do you think of the Lockwood Family’s status in the country?"

"Though it’s not as deep-rooted as some influential families, it surpasses many mid-sized aristocratic families in The Imperial Capital, so it’s pretty decent," Ann Vaughn thought for a moment and said honestly.

"Is that so?" Zane Lancaster laughed, "That’s good."

"?? What’s good?"

"I’ll tell you a secret."

A secret?

Ann Vaughn immediately perked up, "Tell me!"

"In fact, the Lockwood Family doesn’t have three pharmacists to hold the fort; that was a giant lie Lucy Lock made up to solidify her position," Zane Lancaster said unhurriedly, "From beginning to end, there was only one."

As soon as he finished speaking, the call was disconnected from Zane Lancaster’s side.

Looking at the phone screen that went dark, Zane Lancaster’s expression grew complicated.

There was something he didn’t tell Ann Vaughn.

When Lucy Lock becomes excited, her breath becomes unsteady, making her irritable; she has to rely on medication to suppress it.

So he had someone sprinkle some medicine on her handkerchief, and when inhaled long enough, it would cause someone to lose their sanity.

Thus, Lucy Lock eventually lost control and committed the heinous act of murder in public.

If he had dodged at that time, wouldn’t his efforts have been wasted?

But when the words came to his lips, Zane Lancaster couldn’t bring himself to say it to Ann Vaughn, and he didn’t know why.

...

The sound of the call interruption lingered for a moment before Ann Vaughn snapped back to her senses from her bewilderment.

This lie that Lucy Lock spun... really lasted long enough.

No wonder the Lockwood Family has been reclusive for so many years, rarely appearing in public.

It was likely to seamlessly cover up this lie.

"Thud, thud, thud-thud-thud!"

Suddenly, there were five muffled thuds from outside the window, and Ann Vaughn instinctively turned her head to look, only to find five arrows stuck on her floor-to-ceiling window!

She quickly got up and ran to the window, cautiously glancing outside, but saw no one there.

The arrowheads seemed to be specially made, not sharp, and the tail of each arrow was tied with a note.

A small question mark appeared over Ann Vaughn’s head as she walked onto the balcony, pulled the arrows from the window, and then opened the notes attached to them.

[Come over on the 8th, I made your favorite Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, Cherry Pork, Sweet and Sour Pork Ribs, and Crispy Yellow Fish. The dessert after the meal is the Lotus Pastry you said you wanted to eat last time.]

[Kenny said he wanted to eat the candied apples you made yourself, I tried to make them, but the result was not optimistic.]

[The peach wine we brewed is just right; you should like it.]

[Kenny said he misses you a lot.]

[So do I.]

Heh.

Upon seeing the content of the first three notes, Ann Vaughn couldn’t help but laugh.

In this day and age, can’t you use a phone to send a message? Do you have to shoot arrows across to show off your archery skills?

But upon seeing the last two notes, the joy in Ann Vaughn’s heart quickly faded, and a sour feeling welled up at the tip of her nose.

She felt the same way.

She missed Kenny, missed him dearly.

But she feared more that if they discovered her true self, they would show disappointment and turn away from her without hesitation.

Rather than that, it’s better to slowly sever ties now, which is better than being unable to resolve things in the future.

Ann Vaughn lifted her head, gazing at the warm building in front of her, unable to retract her gaze for a long time.

"Miss, Miss, are you inside?"

After an unknown amount of time, a servant’s inquiry suddenly came from outside the room.

Only then did Ann Vaughn return to the room, carefully tucked the notes into a box, locked it, and then left the room.

"Miss," when the servant saw Ann Vaughn, she said with a face full of joy, "Your brother has just woken up, and Mr. Sheridan asked me to inform you."

Wilder Sheridan woke up?

Joy flashed in Ann Vaughn’s eyes, and she thanked the servant, quickly heading towards his room.

In the room.

Although Wilder Sheridan’s body was still very weak, he could already sit up and eat something, and his deformed limbs were gradually returning to normal through treatment during this period.

Having just woken up and feeling weak, Eli Sheridan was sitting on the bedside, personally feeding him porridge.

"Bro, at least blow on it, I just woke up, do you want to burn me?" Wilder Sheridan’s voice was hoarse and carried a bit of grievance.

"With your thick skin, what are you afraid of? Which of our Sheridan Family is that delicate?" Eli Sheridan tutted, frowned, and complained.

As the brothers engaged in a silent rivalry, Ann Vaughn had already run in with rapid footsteps.

"Bro! Wilder!"

Seeing them, Ann Vaughn’s eyes curved into crescents, she trotted to the bedside and naturally patted Wilder Sheridan on the head.

"You finally woke up, you seem to be in good spirits, and you can eat... But why are your eyes teary?"