As her trembling fingertips finally steadied, Ann Vaughn cautiously and slowly inserted the syringe needle into Cyrus Hawthorne’s elbow vein. The virus in his body primarily accumulated in the heart area, with one move affecting the entire body, thus offering only one chance. She could lose everything, but she absolutely couldn’t lose him! The sun set in the west, day and night alternated, and in the blink of an eye, three days passed. Inside the master bedroom. "Plonk." The Golden Needle slipped from her fingertips, dropping to the ground with a slight noise. The slender figure standing beside the bed wavered slightly, her small face pale to the point of translucency, yet the light emanating from those clear eyes was startlingly bright. Feeling the man’s increasingly steady pulse, Ann Vaughn finally managed to relax the chord that had been tightly stretched for three whole days, and even the relief and joy in her eyes seemed close to overflowing. At that moment, the dim morning light peeked through the first rays of dawn that broke through the clouds, shining indoors just right onto the sleeping man’s face. A slightly unhealthy complexion, deep and chiseled facial features, slightly pursed lips, and a prominent nose... so elegantly handsome that each feature seemed worthy of a painting, almost unreal. Ann Vaughn couldn’t help but gently touch his cheek, the warmth just transmitted to her fingertips, causing a rush of heat to continuously pour out from her eyes. Crystalline droplets fell from the corners of her eyes, dripping onto the man’s firm jawline. Ann Vaughn bowed her head slightly, pressing her soft lips gently onto his bloodless thin lips for a brief moment. Her voice was very soft and low, filled with indescribable pleasure and affection. As her highly tense spirit relaxed, the fatigue of recent days made Ann Vaughn lie down and sleep immediately after speaking, still tightly holding onto the man’s left hand. The Main Hawthorne Family. The door to the study on the third floor was pushed open, and a figure dressed in deep purple loungewear stepped out, holding a thin piece of paper tightly in one hand. She quickly walked to the stairway, looking at the woman with her back turned, her expression slightly cold: "This is the last deal between us, you’d better keep your promise." The woman turned around, her beautiful face lifted, smiling sweetly as she looked back at her, "I look forward to working with you more, I naturally won’t deceive you." "I always deliver on my word." Miya Yates placed a bottle into Laura Quinn’s palm with a smile, "This is the last dose of antidote for the Mulberry Flower. As for arranging a meeting with Aidan Keating, the Family Head’s people are watching him closely, I need some time." Laura Quinn then handed her the piece of paper, her gaze openly annoyed as she looked at her, "It better be as you say." She hadn’t been able to see Aidan Keating since Kenny had the operation and was completely unaware of his current condition. If she hadn’t considered that Miya Yates wouldn’t dare to completely offend her, Laura Quinn would never have believed that the antidote she provided could truly save Aidan Keating. Of course, even if she lied, it didn’t matter... Laura Quinn tightly held the bottle in her hand, her eyes cold. QY Research Institute, outside the experimental ward of the core base. Director Shaw and the experts held the freshly released test report results, expressing admiration, having not taken their eyes off it for over an hour. "If someone had told me a patient with a third-degree infection could be cured before, I would have scoffed at such naivety, but now, I can’t dismiss it." "It’s such a shame this young lady doesn’t come to our research institute, she’s such excellent talent, if focused on virus research, who knows how much she could contribute in the future." "I’m just itching with curiosity about how she managed to save President Hawthorne; there’s no way you could develop an antidote in just one day unless she’s a deity!" "When President Hawthorne recovers, Director, do you think you can find some time to suggest to him that we recruit this young lady to our research institute?" Director Shaw thought to himself, that’s wishful thinking, wouldn’t President Hawthorne come down on him if he knew? Just then, the ward door opened with a "swish," and a female researcher in a white lab coat came out, her face flushed. The experts immediately stopped her, "What’s the situation inside? Has the young lady said anything? Is there anything she needs from us?" The female researcher took a few breaths, suppressing the urge to scream, and said in a low voice, "The young lady is feeding President Hawthorne medicine." "President Hawthorne has already woken up?" The female researcher shook her head, her face even redder, "He hasn’t woken up, so the young lady is feeding him medicine mouth-to-mouth ah ah!!" The researcher indicated that she hadn’t even had lunch yet, and she was already overwhelmed by the sight of such intimate feeding, her young heart pounding. Previously, she hadn’t grasped the essence of Sleeping Beauty, but now she got it!! Here they were, painstakingly trying to find a way to keep the young lady at the research institute, but it turned out she was interested in their boss instead!? Director Shaw looked at their complex expressions and had no choice but to explain, "Miss Vaughn is President Hawthorne’s ex-wife, not what you think." Ex... ex-wife?! Follow current novels on novel-fire.ɴet For a while, the experts, including the female researcher, were collectively stunned into stone on the spot. After feeding the last mouthful of medicine, Ann Vaughn immediately popped a mint candy into her mouth to suppress the taste of the medicine that was so bitter it felt soul-crushing. Other medicines save lives, this one takes it??? Ann Vaughn chewed on the mint candy with a grimace, angrily cursing that bowl of medicine as simply inedible, to the point where she temporarily forgot that she had brewed the medicine herself. The sound of the candy being crushed "crunch, crunch" echoed, as Ann Vaughn ate candy and propped her chin, gazing at Cyrus Hawthorne’s quietly handsome face in sleep, feeling inexplicably nasal discomfort. She merely held the medicine in her mouth and couldn’t bear the bitterness, yet he had to drink it for half a month to recover. If not for her, he probably wouldn’t have come so close to losing his life... The phone on the table suddenly vibrated, glancing at the caller ID, Ann Vaughn quickly picked it up to answer. The relieved voice of Bella Hawthorne came from the other end: "You scared me, Annie, finally got in touch with you, I thought something happened to you and brother." "I couldn’t tell you before, your brother is fine, don’t worry," Ann Vaughn rotated her sore wrist, reassuring her. "I knew there was nothing sister-in-law couldn’t solve!" Bella Hawthorne happily praised her with rainbow compliments, then asked, "Sister-In-Law, your brother’s private lawyer hinted to me, two days ago he was preparing to announce his will to the Main Family, is this true?" Ann Vaughn didn’t hide from her, "It’s true, if you hadn’t stopped the lawyer two days ago, then the Hawthorne Family along with the outside world would already have heard the news of your brother’s death."