Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 999: Not Seeking Everlasting Love

As his words settled, Breeze felt as if all the blood in his body had frozen instantly, unable to move, forced to withstand the invisible pressure in the air.

In no time, he was sweating profusely and hastily tried to make amends: "Mr. Hawthorne, I just remembered, there’s actually another way which can increase the success rate!"

"Speak." Cyrus Hawthorne coldly spat out a word.

"This treatment method is something I’m seeing for the first time as well. Based on the descriptions in the medical book, I’ve only grasped a rough idea. The specific effects remain unknown."

Saying this, Breeze glanced at Cyrus Hawthorne’s expression and continued, "If I can first attempt this on someone with similar injuries as Miss Vaughn, I’m confident I can fully master this technique..."

However, this method sounds easy.

But finding someone whose right hand is similarly injured, with severed meridians like Ann Vaughn, can be said to be as difficult as reaching the sky.

Yet, with Cyrus Hawthorne’s many subordinates, this problem could naturally be easily solved with a word from him.

"Is everything you said true?" Cyrus Hawthorne asked in a deep voice.

Breeze nodded firmly, "I have no reason to deceive you."

Besides Cyrus Hawthorne, he was probably the one most hopeful for Ann Vaughn’s hand to recover.

"Hmm." Cyrus Hawthorne tapped the table lightly with his right fingertip twice, nodded, and said, "Go make the preparations."

"Have you already found a suitable test subject?" Breeze couldn’t help but ask in amazement.

"Not yet."

"Then you..."

Cyrus Hawthorne didn’t respond to Breeze, but slightly lifted his gaze and gave him a brief, indifferent glance.

Breeze immediately closed his mouth, not daring to speak more, and turned to leave the study.

After he left, Cyrus Hawthorne casually pushed aside the pile of files in front of him, his narrow dark eyes looking pensively at his own right hand.

Ann Vaughn’s hands were much smaller than his; with a gentle grasp, he could completely envelop her small hands in his palm.

The touch was soft and delicate, yet excessively slender.

However, it was precisely such a pair of slender soft hands that, at the moment the bullet was fired, unhesitatingly blocked the muzzle.

It also blocked the bullet that could have taken his life.

A person who had always been delicate and afraid of pain would, in times of danger, disregard her own safety.

This made him feel both tender and loving, yet also helpless.

Now, he too wanted to do something for her, even if it weren’t much.

At this moment, Sept emerged from the shadows, knelt on one knee before Cyrus Hawthorne, head lowered in plea:

"Sir, you hold a prestigious status; as long as you remain, peace is guaranteed overseas. Your health cannot afford another mishap; please let Sept undertake this task."

With all of Blackhold Nine watching closely, if anything happened to Mr. Hawthorne’s hand, he would be to blame even in death.

Cyrus Hawthorne’s expression remained unchanged, his left palm slowly placed over his right, "I’ve made up my mind, no need to persuade me any further."

Upon finishing, his left palm suddenly exerted force, and a series of bone-cracking noises piercingly sounded.

Sept’s face turned deathly pale.

Approximately five minutes had passed.

Being told that Cyrus Hawthorne was busy, Little Dumpling circled twice in front of the study without going in. So, carrying the candy apple made by Ann Vaughn, he ran to the guest room.

The place remained the same as before Ann Vaughn moved out, even the position of the plush bear on the bed had not changed.

The only difference was a faint medicinal aroma in the air.

Kenny toddled over to the glass table, eyeing the still-dirtied medicinal herbs, licked his candy apple, and made a slightly disdainful sound.

"Did daddy’s romantic cells all get eaten? How can he expect mom to forgive him by gifting just these bare herbs?"

Although his mom did like herbs quite a lot, one must know how to adapt in critical times!

Little Dumpling crunched his candy apple, tilting his head in thought, and suddenly came up with a great idea.

...

After he returned, Ann Vaughn held herself back, but couldn’t resist going online to search for "Azureflame Villa".

Yet there was scarce information related to it online, as if people feared to bring up this place.

The few pieces available were panoramic photos of the villa, with undeniably top-notch scenery.

Ann Vaughn pursed her lips, the hesitation in her heart resurfacing and clogging it, even she felt a bit troubled.

When did she become so indecisive?

Unable to make up her mind, Ann Vaughn opened Susie Sommers’s chat window, wanting to ask her opinion.

— Enchanting Susie Elopes: Now just seeing the words Azureflame Villa causes me pain...

— Enchanting Susie Elopes: But what are you hesitating about? Dating isn’t marriage; if it works, date, if not, part ways. Not seeking everlasting love, just happiness in the moment, right? It’s such a simple thing, let’s not dwell on it, sweetie~

The reason for saying this isn’t because Susie Sommers truly wanted Ann Vaughn to break up with Cyrus Hawthorne.

But she knew Ann Vaughn too well, guessing that she must’ve misunderstood something or had some concern troubling her, causing herself to overthink.

Maybe talking it through with Cyrus Hawthorne would clear things up.

But Susie dreaded that Ann might keep it bottled up, only to suffer herself.

Ann Vaughn read her response and fell silent for a moment.

If she confessed to secretly fantasizing about marrying James Vaughn, would Susie die laughing?

She simply changed the topic.

— Rose Cloud: Susie, I want to ask you something.

— Enchanting Susie Elopes: What is it, go ahead.

— Rose Cloud: You work in television, you should know about those news bits online, I want to ask you...

Seeing Ann Vaughn’s subsequent message, Susie almost choked on her chicken soup.

Which clueless idiot dared to flaunt such near-expired news in front of Ann Vaughn?

— Enchanting Susie Elopes: It’s not true, who told you such nonsense? Of all people, I know best why you married into the Hawthorne Family four years ago!

— Enchanting Susie Elopes: Wait, you’re not doubting because of some article you read, are you??

Now Susie wanted to kill that idiot.

Every time she spoke with Ann Vaughn, she dared not reveal a hint of the past, fearing one misstep would lead to Ann Vaughn having a headache.

Yet some idiot dared to use such a major issue to provoke Ann Vaughn??

Damn, they better not let her find out who!

Ann Vaughn didn’t know Susie’s thoughts, but seeing her last statement, her eyes suddenly froze. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

— Rose Cloud: You knew me before? What truth?

Susie had been so vigilant against letting anything slip, yet couldn’t guard against one moment of excitement, finally letting her tongue slip...

To prevent herself from further slip-ups, like mentioning the missing necklace again, Susie quickly made her escape.

Ann Vaughn’s throat felt tight, and after waiting a long while, she finally saw Susie’s reply saying she needed to go to a check-up and they could chat another time.

Ann Vaughn: "..."

Like Sherry, Susie would evade issues by claiming to be busy or about to get busy, clearly concealing something.

But if they didn’t want to tell her, Ann Vaughn couldn’t pry open their mouths.

However, from Susie’s remark just now, it was evident that her marriage to Cyrus Hawthorne had a hidden story...