Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 1107: Just Let Him Die of Jealousy

"How would I know?" Josiah Keaton wrung out his dripping sleeve and snorted, "I heard those people call her Miss Yardley; maybe she’s the daughter of some wealthy Yardley family."

Yardley...

Isn’t that the Yardley Family where Ian Yardley belongs?

So was she Ian’s older sister or younger sister?

The suffocating feeling surged in her chest again, Ann Vaughn pursed her lips and let her thoughts run wild. When she came to her senses, she found Josiah Keaton’s face thrust in front of her and reflexively pushed him away.

"What are you doing?"

"Aren’t you angry?"

Ann Vaughn feigned indifference: "I’m not angry, not angry. Others can be angry, but I’m not. If you vent your anger, you might get sick and no one will replace you!"

Josiah Keaton believed her and showed a hint of disappointment.

"Isn’t Cyrus Hawthorne your fiancé? He’s now running off with another woman, leaving you here alone and uncared for. Doesn’t that upset you at all?"

It’s downright infuriating.

What was so good about that man anyway? Holding and embracing other women as if he were about to kiss them, it’s simply disgraceful and unbecoming!

But Josiah Keaton didn’t have the heart to say that to Ann Vaughn, knowing well the kind of person she was and how sensitive her feelings could be.

If he did say it, it would indeed cause a rift between her and Cyrus Hawthorne, but it would also make her unhappy.

"...You seem to really want me to feel upset inside, don’t you?" Ann Vaughn countered.

"Little girl, you don’t get it." Josiah Keaton’s words dripped with sarcasm, as if sour as a lemon, "Any normal man faced with a stunning beauty would say no on the surface, but in reality, he’d go along with it! Who can say otherwise?"

Upon hearing this, Ann Vaughn felt like she’d been shot in the chest, almost unable to breathe.

What surface rejection?

Cyrus Hawthorne didn’t even bother with appearances; he directly embraced that woman, didn’t he?!!!

Damn that man!

Let him rot!!

Ann Vaughn took a deep breath, glanced at Josiah Keaton with a "I understand men" expression, and chuckled.

Then, not wanting him to feel at ease as she was suffering, she asked, "Is it like you said, regardless of gender, does it just matter if they can be used or not?"

Josiah Keaton: "..."

"It was circumstantial; I didn’t want Dean Master Moore to suspect you, okay? I’m actually very proper!!"

"Oh~"

Josiah Keaton, who practically shot himself in the foot, was furiously provoked by her tone, "Ann Vaughn, what kind of tone is that? You don’t believe me?!"

"Why talk about believing or not? Aren’t we over considering these things? After all, we’re friends, can I not trust you?"

Josiah Keaton was stunned for a few seconds, but when he realized what she said, he exploded in anger all of a sudden, "Ann! Vaughn! I’m going to strangle you!"

Seeing him freak out, Ann Vaughn finally felt at ease. Suddenly noticing movement on the ground, she urgently shouted, "Wait, she seems to be waking up."

"So soon?" Josiah Keaton frowned and looked over, rolling up his sleeves while suggesting to Ann Vaughn, "Should I knock her out again to finish this?" 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Oh, my.

The living example of a straightforward steel heart.

Ann Vaughn twitched her lips and quickly stopped him, "No need, I have questions for her when she wakes."

Meanwhile, Zeke, lying on the ground, gradually woke up, and the green membrane on her body dissolved into liquid, soaking into the sand as it detached from the seawater.

This was when Ann Vaughn clearly saw her face, and was instantly shocked to a standstill.

"Why is it you?!"

"You know her?"

Ann Vaughn shook her head, looking at Zeke, who sat on the ground, looking around in confusion, her emotions were extremely complex.

"It’s just that I mistook her for a subject imprisoned by Nathan Hawthorne and brought her out of the forest cell, only for her to run off herself."

Luckily, she hadn’t softened to find Zeke then, or else she might have faced death.

Yet Ann Vaughn never imagined the boy locked in the prison cell was actually a girl—and the root of Nathan Hawthorne’s evildoings over the years.

To save one person, Nathan Hawthorne sacrificed hundreds, maybe thousands, of innocent lives.

It’s truly ironic.

"Speaking of, I originally thought Nathan Hawthorne went through all that trouble just to make himself younger," Josiah Keaton crossed his arms, coldly watching Zeke, "No way did I think he wanted to gain inspiration from the research on reversing aging, to reverse-engineer a method allowing the immortal to become normal."

Nathan Hawthorne was willing to imagine and experiment daringly, stopping at nothing for his goals.

He was indeed a genuine research maniac.

Ann Vaughn turned to Josiah Keaton, "What are immortals?"

"Almost forgot you have amnesia. To put it simply, humans age at a certain point and gradually die; this is an unchanging law. In contrast, immortals, the older they get, the younger they appear, akin to reverse aging. The difference is that their physique and appearance change with age."

"Understood, it’s a never-ending cycle." Ann Vaughn mused, "So, immortals can’t die?"

"Immortality doesn’t mean they don’t die. However, most surviving immortals have been secretly captured for research. According to the data I’ve seen, those dying unnaturally among them comprise less than one percent." Josiah Keaton shrugged, "They can indeed live for a long time, but ambitious people won’t let them live that long."

This was the tragedy of being an immortal.

Ann Vaughn was stunned for a moment, suddenly recalling Warren Vance.

When he told her about his identity, didn’t he fear that she might spread the word and bring calamity upon him?

Furthermore, compared to those hidden, evasive immortals, isn’t he too confident that his identity won’t be exposed?

"Oh, come on—"

Suddenly, Josiah Keaton’s loud yell jolted Ann Vaughn from her thoughts.

Out of nowhere, Zeke had grabbed a small knife and, though Josiah Keaton dodged in time, narrowly avoiding having it stabbed into his heart, it instead spun around and stabbed deeply into his calf.

Clearly poised for action, Zeke was alert, swift in movement, not falling short compared to specially trained assassins.

Had Josiah Keaton not reacted quickly, he’d already have been dead.

Originally only treating her as a frail little girl, Josiah Keaton had dropped his guard, allowing her to stab accurately, causing him agony.

"Thought we caught a delicate little flower, turns out she’s actually a cactus!"

Ann Vaughn immediately reached out to knock the knife from Zeke’s hand, but she was unwilling, biting down hard on her wrist artery!

"Hiss—"

Ann Vaughn frowned, using her other hand to grasp Zeke’s neck, forcing her to release her bite, her gaze icy as she warned, "You’d better calm down and refrain from testing our limits and patience, or I’ll show you what it means to wish for death."