Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 1073: Is He Angry?

"Uncle Linden’s family and grandparents are old acquaintances, they know each other well, and there’s no worry I’ll be bullied after they recognize her," said Elliot in a calm voice, "Let’s pick a day to pay them a visit."

Wilder Sheridan was stunned for two seconds, "Bro, aren’t you feeling even a bit unhappy?"

If Aunt Linden hadn’t played the family card, there’s no way he would have agreed to this.

He certainly didn’t want more people vying for attention QAQ.

Elliot took a leisurely sip of his coffee, "What’s bad about it? If there’s one more person protecting your sister, I’ll be more at ease."

Besides, Reese Lynch is the Lynch Family’s only daughter with no other siblings.

Meaning Ann Vaughn still only has him as her brother, and she’d still call only him sweetly as ’brother’.

What more could a sister-obsessed person want?

"Alright then, I’ll call Dad." Wilder couldn’t quite wrap his head around his brother’s mysterious calmness, hung up the phone, and called Stanley Sheridan.

As a result of this call, he regretted it to his very core.

"No way! I don’t agree! Why should my daughter be given away to them? Even if the chief or royalty themselves came, they shouldn’t think of taking my daughter! Did the Lynch Family ask for my consent? Tell the Lynch Family I don’t agree to this!"

Wilder never expected his typically severe and upright father, who even scolded in a shockingly composed and logical manner, to become so agitated over such a small matter.

"Dad, it’s useless if you disagree, the key point is my sister has already agreed."

"Give the phone to your sister so I can talk to her properly! If she agrees with the Lynch Family, I’ll jump from the side balcony right now!"

"No, no, Dad, there’s no need for that, really there’s no need, it’s just recognizing godparents, please stay calm..."

Stanley certainly couldn’t remain calm.

Elliot agreed because the Lynch Family has no sons, Ann Vaughn wouldn’t call anyone else brother, and his status as her brother is solid as a rock, what could possibly anger him?

Stanley, on the other hand, couldn’t stand the thought of his obedient daughter not calling only him ’Dad’ anymore – who could tolerate it??

On the other side.

Ann Vaughn awoke from a nightmare, the vermillion mole by her eye stung faintly, though not prominently, yet it made her uncomfortable.

She reached up to touch the corner of her eye but was stopped by a warm hand.

"Don’t touch it, there’s medicine on it," Cyrus Hawthorne said, half-bending his long leg as he sat on the bedside, touched her cold forehead, and frowned, "Another nightmare?"

Ann Vaughn pressed her lips tightly together, turned her head, and remained silent for a while without answering his question, "Cyrus Hawthorne, why haven’t you asked me where I’ve been since I disappeared?"

Kenny and Elliot both asked her, but he hadn’t.

It seemed...as though he didn’t care.

Cyrus’ fingertip paused slightly, his expression dimmed a bit, "No need."

"What do you mean no need?" Ann Vaughn tilted her head, her delicate face void of expression, deliberately saying, "Aren’t you afraid I might have cheated while I was away? Aren’t you interested in interrogating me?"

Cheating?

At those words, Cyrus’ eyes moved slightly, leaning forward, his arms propping beside Ann Vaughn as he closed in with a low laugh.

"It seems you perhaps had the thought of cheating?"

"And what if I had?" Ann Vaughn stiffened her little neck, daringly provoking the tiger.

Anyway, she was physically uncomfortable now; he wouldn’t possibly harm her, so her courage naturally grew.

"Why don’t you guess what I would do?"

Cyrus chuckled softly, his warm fingers climbing to her petite chin, casually rubbing it, then gently pinching it to force Ann Vaughn to meet his gaze.

Those ink-like eyes, thick as nighttime, deep as ancient pools, cold as the ice beneath the Netherworld, showed not a trace of warmth.

The tenderness earlier seemed merely a mirage upon water.

Ann Vaughn’s heart sank.

Suddenly realizing she’d stepped into a minefield, she immediately cowered.

Cyrus slowly withdrew his hand, his gaze upon her face was unfathomable, "If you don’t want to answer, you don’t need to use various excuses to evade, I won’t force you."

"But just now, the hypothesis is not to be repeated."

With those words, Cyrus left the room with a cold demeanor.

Ann Vaughn gazed at that tall and straight back, her eyes revealing bits of surprise.

How could he know she was deflecting his initial "having a nightmare" question?

She clearly hadn’t shown anything...

Ann Vaughn couldn’t help but bury her face in the soft pillow, her fine brows tightly furrowed.

It was just a dream; what exactly was she afraid of?

Calming down on her own for a while, Ann Vaughn picked up her phone and searched for Gothasen’s current situation.

"Second Prince perishes in accident, seven ministers injured or dead, Gothasen Royal Family faces a major purge, the succession ceremony will be held the day after... Tsk tsk, Gothasen is rather lively lately," Ann Vaughn murmured as she read the headline out loud, somewhat incredulous.

Lucas Vance buried so many bombs outside Remembrance Garden; ten troops were stationed outside.

In those circumstances, even if Warren Vance had wings, he couldn’t escape and could only wait for death.

But the reality is, it was Lucas Vance who perished, and Warren Vance is about to succeed as the new ruler of Gothasen...

How did he manage to turn things around?

Yet compared to this issue, Ann Vaughn was more curious about how he managed to pull her there, why hadn’t there been such situations before? Was there a pattern?

Ann Vaughn pondered long and hard but couldn’t figure it out, so she stopped thinking about it.

For dinner, Cyrus did not appear, and after asking the servants, she learned he went to the company and wouldn’t be back tonight.

Additionally, the servant mentioned Cyrus seemed to have left with an unpleasant expression.

Ann Vaughn was slightly dazed. He... was angry?

Ann Vaughn frustratedly rubbed her face; had she known, even if she was eager to deflect the topic, she wouldn’t have randomly blurted out nonsense about cheating.

A person who wakes up isn’t in their right mind!

Ann Vaughn had a particularly gloomy dinner, and after dinner, she went out with the Little Dumpling to cheer up a bit.

After coming upstairs, Ann Vaughn did not return to her room but went to the study.

However, she did not find the 319 Exile dossier on the bookshelf.

"Strange, I clearly remember it being here..." Ann Vaughn furrowed her fine brow, checked from top to bottom again but couldn’t find the dossier.

If she hadn’t remembered the location wrong, then there’s only one possibility.

The dossier was placed somewhere else by Cyrus Hawthorne.

Ann Vaughn’s gaze landed on the desk, she hurried over, opened the drawers, and began searching.

Still, she found nothing.

She pursed her lips in disappointment, didn’t continue wasting effort, closed the drawers, and prepared to leave.

Soon she saw a yellowed corner of an envelope protruding from the piles of documents on the desk, vaguely visible with a character of "draw".