Chapter 19: Chapter 19: Fiona Vaughn and Her Mother Come Looking for Trouble

Adrian Law’s thin lips were pressed into a straight line, and his phoenix eyes were as sharp as knives, clearly indicating his anger.

"Cecilia Vaughn, are you in your twenties, or are you just two years old?"

"No, even a two-year-old child would cry to alert others, but you?"

A few days ago, her hand had been burned by hot coffee, and now she has somehow cut a long gash again!

And yet she hasn’t even treated it at all, not even uttered a word about the pain!

Can this woman take care of herself or not?

...

Zion Prescott, who had been standing on the side, also got his attention drawn and looked at Cecilia’s bleeding hand.

Suddenly, he understood why his friend was so smitten with her.

——Hurt and yet quietly enduring it, truly a stubborn girl.

...

Cecilia was taken aback and, upon hearing Adrian’s angry words, finally became aware that her hand was injured.

Earlier, when cutting apples for Evan Vaughn, he mentioned that awful couple and she got distracted, cutting her hand.

Later, she was in such a hurry to ask the doctor about her brother’s condition that she didn’t even think about treating the wound.

So many people had passed by her, and no one noticed her hand was injured, but Adrian noticed immediately after arriving...

Is it because he’s always paying attention to her?

...

A complicated feeling surged in Cecilia’s heart, and she put on a carefree smile at Adrian.

"It’s nothing, just a small injury."

Adrian, seeing Cecilia’s nonchalant attitude, felt his inner anger rising even more.

"Cecilia Vaughn, what do you take your body for?"

"Do you not feel pain?"

Pain? ——

Cecilia even felt a bit confused about why Adrian was getting angry, momentarily bewildered.

Pain requires someone else to care for it to matter.

From the moment she was thrown into prison, she understood that she had no right to feel pain.

When someone banged her head against the wall, when she was in solitary confinement without food...

She no longer had the position of a cherished heiress with protection, what right did she have to self-pity?

...

Seeing the confusion in Cecilia’s almond-shaped eyes, Adrian felt as if a needle pricked his heart.

This person is truly his nemesis.

Taking a deep breath, the man looked over at Zion: "Zion, help her with her wound."

But within just two seconds, he immediately changed his mind: "Forget it, bring the medical kit over, I’ll handle it myself."

"..."

Zion felt helpless.

For such a small injury, he really had no interest to bother himself, but Adrian’s possessiveness was practically overflowing...

Is this really the Eldest Young Master Law he knew, who showed no interest in anyone regardless of gender?

...

With the medical kit brought over, Adrian skillfully treated Cecilia’s wound, disinfecting and then applying a bandage.

The man’s expression was extremely cold, yet his hands were meticulous and gentle.

"Don’t let the wound get wet."

Facing Adrian’s cautionary gaze, Cecilia did not dare to disobey and quickly nodded obediently.

Yet the man was still not satisfied.

"Don’t injure yourself again, understand?"

As someone grown, she should learn to care for herself, otherwise, she’d always make him worry.

...

Isn’t this making a mountain out of a molehill, who would intentionally hurt themselves?

She doesn’t have any tendency to self-harm!

Cecilia grumbled inwardly but continued to respond positively on the surface, always getting the sense that Adrian, at this moment, was like a large dog eagerly waiting to be soothed.

Adrian was indeed satisfied.

He finished bandaging, his gaze lingering on the plum blossom birthmark on Cecilia’s left wrist for a while.

His phoenix eyes, already dark, grew even deeper.

"This plum blossom birthmark... you’ve had it since you were a child? It’s beautiful."

"Yes, many people have said so."

Having a birthmark from birth is uncommon, and the shape and placement of Cecilia’s are quite beautiful, so she’s long accustomed to people’s curiosity.

...

After treating Cecilia’s wound, Adrian narrowed his eyes, his phoenix eyes fixed on her.

"Cecilia, I’m thinking of transferring Evan to Prescott Hospital, what do you think?"

Prescott Hospital?

Is it related to Zion’s family?

Before Cecilia could ask, the attending physician, who had just come out of the medical office, was already rubbing his hands in excitement upon hearing it.

"Miss Vaughn, Prescott Hospital! Your brother’s illness truly has hope!"

"Although Prescott Hospital is private, its technical level is top-notch, probably unmatched in all Veridia!"

The attending physician, already in his fifties, was kind-hearted, and he had been caring for Evan Vaughn all these years.

Honestly, he was also very concerned about Evan’s illness, and knowing there’s hope now is truly moving!

The Prescott Family’s private hospital, although not public, is one of the most distinguished hospitals in Veridia and even internationally, gathering many renowned figures from both Chinese and Western medicine.

With Old Mr. Prescott and Zion Prescott as the overseers, other chief surgeons, bring out any one of them, and they’re major figures in the medical world.

...

Cecilia had already heard from Evan Vaughn’s attending physician about the Prescott Family, and knowing now just how extraordinary Prescott Hospital is, she was overjoyed.

Without Adrian, she might have found it nearly impossible to transfer her brother to such a top-tier private hospital.

Cecilia’s voice turned slightly choked, looking at Adrian with deep gratitude.

"Adrian, thank you."

The man’s eyes deepened.

"Silly girl, I told you never to thank me."

Cecilia sniffled, finally tugging at her lips to smile a little and said an ’Mm.’

Meanwhile, the attending physician, who had never met the Eldest Young Master Law before, was very familiar with Adrian Law’s name as a legendary figure in Stellerton.

No wonder Zion Prescott could be invited!

The attending physician nodded apprehensively towards Adrian: "So it’s Young Master Law, my apologies for not recognizing you before."

Adrian calmly shook his head.

"No need, I should be thanking you for looking after Cecilia’s brother all these years."

"There’s no need to talk about my visit to the hospital."

He and Cecilia were in a hidden marriage, and he does not want it to be public yet.

"Alright, I naturally will keep it to myself."

The attending physician hadn’t expected the Crown Prince of the Law Family to be so courteous; being quite experienced, he understood that wealth and powers like the Law Family were full of entanglements and quickly agreed respectfully.

...

Adrian had already delayed a full morning’s work and was busy with current affairs, so he went back to the Law Headquarters.

And Cecilia insisted on staying to watch over her brother in case of any emergencies, Adrian didn’t oppose.

The handover procedures to Prescott Hospital were already completed, but since Evan Vaughn needed more rest and it would be too taxing to move him right away, it was agreed to transfer him early the next morning.

Cecilia quietly watched her brother’s sleeping face, feeling content in her heart.

She was just about to pour a glass of water when she suddenly heard a commotion outside the ward.

"Fiona, why are we here to see that sickly child?!"

"He looks like he’s not long for this world, I’m really afraid of catching bad luck!"

"Mom, now that Cecilia, that vile woman, is out of prison, we must be wary of them joining forces as siblings!"