Bella Hawthorne, supporting Old Master Hawthorne, felt overwhelmed and immediately wanted to speak up and calm them down, advising them not to judge the matter so impulsively and irrationally. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novｅlfire.net Seeing the situation becoming increasingly chaotic and worried that it might escalate further, Ann Vaughn quickly approached and felt a trace of apprehension when she saw Old Master Hawthorne’s solemn expression. It didn’t matter how others misunderstood her, but if she thought that this elder who always favored her might be disappointed in her... That feeling for Ann Vaughn would be akin to the sky falling. As she drew near, the Hawthorne Family members who were arguing immediately noticed her presence, stopped their disputes, and stared at her with cold and angry eyes. "Ann Vaughn, you’re here just in time! Get these Hidden Guards to move aside; we need to see the Family Head!" Ann Vaughn’s lips pressed tightly together, ready to speak, but she was interrupted by Old Master Hawthorne’s heavy voice: "Girl, let them pass. Regardless of Cyrus’ situation, as his grandfather, I must see for myself." Bella Hawthorne looked at Ann Vaughn with concern, wanting to help but unsure of what to say. "Grandfather..." Ann Vaughn’s slender fingers turned white as she clenched them, feeling as though her heart was weighed down by a boulder, almost suffocating. Seeing Cyrus Hawthorne unconscious now even made her feel pangs of distress, let alone Old Master Hawthorne... But if Ann Vaughn refused now, it might make Old Master Hawthorne think Cyrus was dead, worsening the consequences. Ann Vaughn bit her lower lip, raised her head, and said to the Hidden Guards, "Let them through." The Hidden Guards, upon hearing her words, immediately moved aside. The Hawthorne Family members hurriedly went to pull the door, but as soon as they touched the handle, the door unexpectedly opened from inside. Soon after, a tall and upright figure appeared in front of everyone like a jade tree swaying in the wind. The simple pairing of a white shirt and black pants on him exuded an elegance as if he were ready to walk the runway. The man raised his gaze towards the Hawthorne Family outside, his powerful aura intimidating, yet his eyebrows and eyes were cold as if nothing in the world could catch his attention. A sound of gasping in surprise echoed in front of the ward. Back facing the ward door, Ann Vaughn heard their gasps. Her face turned pale, and her mind was in chaos, unsure of how to explain things to Old Master Hawthorne. Afraid that even if she promised Cyrus Hawthorne would wake up soon, no one would believe her... At that moment, a distinctly jointed hand suddenly covered her head, gently rubbing it. A strong sense of familiarity coursed through Ann Vaughn’s body, making her shoulders tremble, her eyes slowly filling with an incredulous gleam. She turned her head, and upon seeing the very real Cyrus standing before her, she was so delighted she almost lost her voice. Cyrus Hawthorne gently rubbed Ann Vaughn’s head, his narrow eyes casually sweeping over the Hawthorne Family members, carrying a fierce warning in his tone: "The corporation doesn’t support idlers. If you don’t want to stay, there are plenty eager to take your place." The Hawthorne Family members were already dumbfounded seeing the unscathed Cyrus, and upon hearing his warning, each face turned ashen. Even those holding Hawthorne Corp. shares didn’t want to lose this lucrative job at Hawthorne. It wasn’t just about money, but about being able to hold their heads high in the family or bowing in shame. "We—we were just worried something might have happened to you, so we came to check; we absolutely didn’t delay work!" "Seeing you’re okay is wonderful; we’ll return to work now and won’t disturb you!" Afraid Cyrus might send them home at any moment, the Hawthorne Family members quickly left, not daring to stay any longer. Bella Hawthorne was amused by their cowardly manner, "Weren’t they all so arrogant just now? Truly, being too full is troublesome." Otherwise, they’ll get bloated and cause problems. Old Master Hawthorne was skeptical, scrutinizing Cyrus for a moment before asking, "Is everything really alright?" "It’s just an old ailment, as you know, it’s not troubling," Cyrus explained calmly. "You haven’t been to the company for days! How can I not worry?" Old Master Hawthorne sighed, "I asked Uncle Dexter to ensure you take your medicine, but you don’t, and you don’t rest on time either, what have you done to your body? Truly, children cannot be controlled by their elders." Cyrus lowered his brows and eyes, responding smoothly, "Don’t worry; I’ll be careful from now on." Old Master Hawthorne still didn’t believe him and turned to instruct Ann Vaughn, "Girl, I’ll leave Cyrus to you. He doesn’t listen to me, but he listens to you." Ann Vaughn’s cheeks flushed uncontrollably, nodding vigorously, "Don’t worry, Grandpa, I will." Only then was Old Master Hawthorne satisfied and left with Bella Hawthorne. "Grandpa, you go back first. I haven’t seen sister-in-law for so long and want to talk to her." Bella Hawthorne protested, pulling on Old Master Hawthorne’s hand, acting spoiled. Old Master Hawthorne immediately tapped her forehead, exclaiming with frustration, "Do you know how bright your wattage is lightbulb-wise? Vivi, even as a light bulb, you need a touch of self-awareness." Bella Hawthorne: "..." Is he really her biological grandfather?? Watching Bella Hawthorne, devastated, being whisked away by Old Master Hawthorne, Ann Vaughn let out a chuckle, then suddenly her cheek was turned to the side. That impeccably handsome face suddenly magnified in front of her eyes. "What’s so interesting about her?" The man’s slightly displeased voice reached her ears. Ann Vaughn wrapped her arms around his lean waist, her eyes curving like crescent moons, "That’s your own sister; if she’s not good-looking, wouldn’t that imply you’re not either?" Cyrus Hawthorne’s expression remained indifferent as he gazed at her, countering, "Isn’t gazing at me enough?" Why has this man started nitpicking over such little things upon awakening? Just as she thought this, Ann Vaughn heard him calmly ask, "Do you think I’m nitpicking?" "...You’ve just recovered from illness; the wind is chilly outside. We’d better go inside." Ann Vaughn shrunk her neck, trying to shift the topic. Cyrus Hawthorne: "Ha." A chubby Little Dumpling was sound asleep on the sofa, occasionally shifting his little bottom for a comfortable position, continuing his nap. If Ann Vaughn showed his current appearance to the Family Head and Eve and others, it would surely surprise several pairs of eyes. The experts, after meticulously checking on Cyrus Hawthorne, immediately displayed joyful expressions. "Congratulations, President Hawthorne; your body has recovered excellently, the damaged organs are not in any serious trouble!"