Cyrus Hawthorne’s narrow eyes held a hint of a smile as he extended his hand towards him, "Come here, let Daddy see if you’ve gained weight." Isn’t gaining weight a privilege of children!!? How can you rule the world if you’re not balanced?? Kenny: I’m just fluffy, not chubby. Despite being indignant, Little Dumpling still ran down from the sofa and dashed into Cyrus’s embrace with his short little legs. Though Cyrus always verbally disdained this chubby dumpling, every time he held him, he still felt he was too skinny, with no weight at all. Just as a pang of heartache rose from his brows, he heard the chubby dumpling in his arms suddenly say, "You’re not my Daddy anymore, strange uncle, don’t try to frame me." The next second, Little Dumpling’s bottom got spanked. Just as Little Dumpling was about to cry out, there was another knock on the ward door. Lazily lying on the sofa, Ann Vaughn glanced over and saw Miyi Yates, dressed in a vintage gown and looking exquisitely elegant, push open the ward door and walk in. She immediately squinted her bright eyes and frowned at Miyi Yates. What is she here for? "Family Head, little young master," Miyi Yates greeted Cyrus and Kenny with a soft smile, then said, "As soon as I heard you were awake, I rushed over. My father was supposed to come too, but considering your dislike for being disturbed, I stopped him." "Hmm." Cyrus nodded indifferently, "Is there something you need?" Miyi Yates kept her smile and replied with the excuse she had prepared, "It’s about Aidan Keating. The lady has been asking me about him, but I haven’t seen him myself, so I can’t answer her. I came to consult you about it." Ann Vaughn, quietly listening by the sofa, let out a silent smile. She spoke so perfectly without leaving any gaps. All the responsibility was deflected onto Laura Quinn, making people not suspect her at all. Ever since Miyi Yates falsely claimed that her love interest was Dragon, Ann Vaughn knew she was good at spinning tales, but she didn’t expect her to be this adept. "Aidan Keating’s situation is special; currently, outsiders are not allowed to visit," Cyrus’s deep voice pulled Ann Vaughn back from her thoughts. She had just looked up when she heard him say, "Ann, what do you think?" Ann Vaughn blinked and looked at Miyi Yates, whose smile had suddenly frozen, then at Cyrus, who appeared calm, confirming he wasn’t really asking her to decide. A little joy inevitably surged in her heart. "Since it’s your mother concerned about this, making a slight exception should be fine, right?" After a few seconds of thought, Ann Vaughn said earnestly. Cyrus nodded slightly, agreeing with her, "I’ll listen to you." Miyi Yates’s smile immediately grew stiffer as her hand tightened around her purse. But only for a moment, she recovered and replied with a smile, "Thank you, Miss Vaughn, for speaking on my behalf. I’m sure the lady will be very grateful to you." It sounded like she was thanking Ann Vaughn, but in reality, it was a reminder that to the Hawthorne Family, she was just an outsider, she should recognize her place. Ann Vaughn raised a delicate eyebrow, "No need to thank me. If Miss Yates can run errands for the Hawthorne Family, I merely moved my lips, it really doesn’t count for much." Miyi Yates’s eyes turned cold, contrasting with the seemingly harmonious smile on her face. "I’ll head back now. Family Head, take good care. With my father and I managing the family’s affairs, nothing will go wrong." After saying this in a natural tone and seeing Cyrus nod, Miyi Yates turned and left. "That aunty is so strange." Kenny furrowed his little brows, realizing things weren’t as simple as they seemed. Ann Vaughn rested her chin on her hand and chuckled, "Which peach blossom that your Daddy attracted is simple?" Cyrus’s brows slightly furrowed as he looked at Ann Vaughn with a hint of helplessness, "Are you still upset about that thing?" "I’m just an unimportant woman, why should President Hawthorne care?" Ann Vaughn’s soft voice was chilly, her bright eyes quietly watching him. She hadn’t forgotten how he used Miyi Yates to provoke her when she went to find him, enduring the pain in her legs. Check latest chapters at 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⟡𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕥⟡𝕟𝕖𝕥 Even if it was just an act, thinking back now, Ann Vaughn couldn’t help but feel sour in her heart, "President Hawthorne’s wise words, truly unforgettable." Despite hearing this slightly sarcastic tone from the little princess, Cyrus wasn’t the least bit annoyed. His elegant brows and eyes revealed a hint of amusement. "Ann Vaughn, are you jealous?" "Who’s jealous!!" Ann Vaughn retorted angrily, "Listen to what you said back then, could any human being say that!!" Little Dumpling instantly chimed in loudly, "No!" The next second, his bottom got spanked again. Little Dumpling: "..." He’s done with the Archfiend!! "And you deliberately messed with me! You made me climb stairs with you, my knees nearly broke!" Ann Vaughn started listing old grievances on her fingers, getting more upset the more she spoke, "Now my knees hurt sharply when they get cold, it took so long to get better!" Back then, she didn’t feel quite so aggrieved, but now it seemed to surge back twice as strongly. Call her pretentious, call her petty, if she’s miserable, she has to say it out loud. Ann Vaughn tightly pressed her red lips together, choosing not to continue. —She’s still young, she doesn’t want to get a heart attack. Little did she know, if she felt bad, Cyrus Hawthorne didn’t feel any better. Especially hearing her last sentence, the intense heartache spreading throughout his body almost suffocated him, his brows deeply furrowed. In the hundred percent torment inflicted on her, he bore an equal psychological torment. At the time, it seemed making her hate him was better than her living with guilt and despair upon learning the truth later and being unable to escape, the other consequences seemed relatively unimportant. But now... he was reaping what he sowed. Not only Cyrus, but Little Dumpling also felt terrible hearing Ann Vaughn’s words. He struggled free from Cyrus’s arms, then clambered off the bed and ran to Ann Vaughn. "Mommy! Let’s go home, we don’t need him anymore!" his little voice was full of heartache, "From now on, Kenny will take care of you, it’s okay if we don’t have Daddy! Men only make people cry!" The last sentence was something Little Dumpling learned from a Spade J emoji pack. The original phrase was "Women only make men cry." Just as Ann Vaughn was about to agree with Little Dumpling, she caught sight of Cyrus frowning, with one hand pressed to his heart, slowly lying down, and immediately became anxious. She quickly got up and walked to the bedside, grasping his wrist to feel his pulse, "Is your heart uncomfortable again?" From the pulse, there wasn’t anything unusual, but a virus is different from regular illness, relying on pulse-checking alone might not be accurate. Could it be the virus wasn’t completely cleared? Ann Vaughn’s bright eyes suddenly showed a hint of urgency as she reached to press the call button, only to have her hand caught by Cyrus. "It’s nothing." Lying on his side on the hospital bed, his narrow eyes half-closed, Cyrus’s handsome face showed a faint hint of a weak sickly pallor, "Just a bit tired, rest will do."