Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 998: Why Isn’t He Angry?

Those days, every time Wilder Sheridan saw the scene of those elderly people being carried out, he couldn’t help but wonder if he would end up like that too.

The more he imagined it, the more hopeless he felt.

Until the last shred of consciousness was extinguished, he saw Ann Vaughn, disregarding her bleeding palms, forcibly breaking the container and rescuing him.

At the time, he thought it was just a dream.

But when he woke up, Wilder Sheridan realized that it wasn’t a dream. The gentle and supposedly frail sister who needed protection in his memory—

With her delicate hands, she managed to rescue him and four other victims from that inferno.

Now, it was his turn to protect his sister.

But before that...

Sensing Wilder Sheridan seemed to want to say something, Eli Sheridan turned his head to look at him, quietly waiting for him to speak.

"Brother, actually I saw who that gentleman was." Wilder Sheridan said awkwardly, "But, I don’t dare to tell my sister."

"Is this person very familiar with us, especially with Annie?" Eli Sheridan asked directly to the point.

Wilder Sheridan nodded, slowly uttering a name.

...

Downstairs.

Ann Vaughn had recently become proficient at making medicinal dishes, at least she no longer needed to cross-check the recipe word by word.

Before long, a refreshing fragrance spread from the kitchen, making it delightful to the senses.

Earlier, when Wilder Sheridan was still unconscious, the medicine he took needed to be nurturing and mild, so the medicinal aroma was not strong.

This time, Ann Vaughn added several drops of healing potion to the medicinal dish, and the fragrance almost filled the entire villa. Even the Hidden Guards outside could smell it.

"What’s this smell?"

"It must be a medicinal smell. I just saw the Young Madam in the kitchen brewing medicine. But why does this smell so pleasant? Even the old wound on my neck doesn’t seem to hurt anymore."

"Wow, I was shot in the left leg during my last mission, and it still hurts now. I was gritting my teeth to endure it, but now I can hardly feel the pain..."

"You might not believe it, but I feel like sleeping..."

"You kidding? Aren’t you the one with severe insomnia? Even the medicine from Blackhold Nine doesn’t work on you... Damn, wake up now! It’s not nap time!"

"Hey, don’t lean in close to inhale; you’ll take all the smell away from me!"

For a time, the Hidden Guards’ willpower was greatly tested.

In the kitchen, Ann Vaughn filled the medicinal dish into separate porcelain bowls, just about to take them to Wilder Sheridan, when she heard a pitter-patter sound.

Ann Vaughn focused her eyes on the kitchen doorway and saw a cute little dumpling with chubby hands clutching the door frame, secretly peeking in.

Little Dumpling: Observing stealthily.jpg.

"Pfft." Ann Vaughn couldn’t hold back a laugh, and was about to wave him over, but suddenly remembered something and hesitated a bit.

Kenny, however, didn’t give her much time to hesitate. He ran over in a few steps, flinging himself at Ann Vaughn’s leg, lifting his pitiful little chubby face.

"Mommy." As he spoke, his baby voice was filled with grievance.

How could this be allowed?

Ann Vaughn felt herself melting.

"Did Kenny do something wrong to make Mommy sad, so Mommy doesn’t want Kenny anymore?" The little dumpling’s beautiful eyes were tearily looking at Ann Vaughn, "Tell me, and Kenny will change, waah."

At this point, Ann Vaughn forgot all other matters, quickly squatting down to console him, "No, no, how could Kenny do anything wrong? Kenny is the best baby in the world, and Mommy loves Kenny the most."

"But Mommy hasn’t talked to Kenny for five days," the little dumpling sobbed, "Does Mommy not want Kenny and Daddy anymore? Is Kenny going to become an unwanted child again, and Daddy will be a man with no wife, waaah..."

Ann Vaughn was amused and helpless by his vivid depiction, but hearing him about to cry, she hurriedly reached out to embrace his chubby little body.

While patting his back, she comforted him, "No, Mommy doesn’t not want you. It’s just... just that I’ve been too busy recently and really didn’t have time to find you. Kenny, don’t cry."

Kenny wasn’t really crying at all?

He snuggled softly against Ann Vaughn’s shoulder, grinning slyly like a fox,

though he sounded like he was sobbing, "Really? Mommy isn’t just coaxing a kid?"

"Of course not!" Ann Vaughn hurriedly assured, "Mommy swears to you!"

"Then..." The little dumpling twisted his chubby hands, his wet big eyes gleamed at Ann Vaughn, expectantly asking: "Will Mommy accept Daddy’s date invitation?"

Date?!

Ann Vaughn blinked her eyes, "What date invitation?"

"Daddy said it doesn’t matter why Mommy is unhappy, if Mommy is unhappy for any reason, then it’s his fault." The little dumpling seriously repeated Cyrus Hawthorne’s words, "I wonder if Mommy would give Daddy a chance to make amends?"

Hearing this, Ann Vaughn was slightly taken aback.

Clearly, it was her own issues, why was he taking the blame on himself?

For the past period, she hadn’t replied to messages or answered calls, even avoiding chances to meet him, just to gradually distance herself from him.

Then, when he finally couldn’t endure her anymore, she planned to find a reason to break up with him. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

But why wasn’t he angry?

Instead, he felt he was at fault, not her?

Ann Vaughn bit her lip, the resolve she had painstakingly maintained up till now suddenly wavered a little.

"I’ll secretly tell Mommy, Daddy has prepared a surprise for you at Azureflame Villa." Kenny whispered in Ann Vaughn’s ear, "If by then Mommy sees the surprise Daddy prepared, and laughs, will she forgive Daddy?"

Ann Vaughn felt her eyes slightly sting, refusing words were hard to speak, and finally nodded in compromise.

"Okay."

Having handled his mom’s side, the little dumpling gallantly returned to No. 8 to report to his dad.

Meanwhile, in the study.

After spending nearly a week, Breeze finally figured out what exactly the treatment plan in the medical book was about.

So he brought the medication made of snow reed grass and other herbs to Cyrus Hawthorne.

Breeze explained the chances of healing and the potential risks to Cyrus Hawthorne as usual.

Yet, unsurprisingly, the man’s aura instantly grew cold.

"Mr. Hawthorne, I’ve already done my best. The injury to Miss Vaughn’s right hand is so severe, a forty percent chance of healing is already..."

Before he could finish, the man calmly interrupted him: "You need not bear the burden."

Breeze was stunned for a moment. This... Mr. Hawthorne is actually easier to talk to than Eli Sheridan?

But before Breeze could feel relief, he heard the man’s voice suddenly turn cold and sharp:

"A person with a heavy burden doesn’t travel well on their final journey."