After leaving the crew, Ann Vaughn drove to the Vaughn Clinic. The appointment guest had already arrived in her consultation room. Ann Vaughn walked in and saw an elderly man with graying hair sitting awkwardly in front of the consultation desk. "You must be Dr. Vaughn?" The old man immediately stood up, gripping his hands tightly in front of him. This person’s appearance... Ann Vaughn was about to reply when she found herself slightly stunned upon seeing the old man’s face. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝕟𝕖𝕥 It seemed she had seen a face similar to his somewhere before, but couldn’t remember where. "Please sit down, I’ll make you a fresh cup of tea," Ann Vaughn withdrew her thoughts, giving the old man a gentle smile, then she walked to the tea table to make tea, while asking, "I notice you have multiple hidden injuries in your body, especially severe around the heart area, seems they haven’t been healed after a long time?" The old man habitually put his hands behind his back, quickly releasing them again, a glint flashing in his eyes: "Dr. Vaughn is right, the older one gets, the less well the body feels. I’ve heard coming to you can reverse aging?" Ann Vaughn chuckled softly, "You’re too kind, it’s more accurate to describe it as ’nurturing health’." It is said that for health, dietary supplements should be prioritized, and for illness, medicine should be aggressively used, therefore Ann Vaughn wouldn’t casually prescribe them medicines to boost their physical fitness. Instead, she guides them to start with dietary supplements combined with regular exercise, replenishing energy and improving blood circulation to achieve lasting health. The old man nodded, no longer speaking. After the old man left with his prescription, Sherry rushed into the consultation room, looking at Ann Vaughn who was drinking hot cocoa, and relaxed immediately. "What’s wrong?" Ann Vaughn saw her strange expression and asked in confusion. "Just now that appointment guest, I noticed he looked different from the one on his ID, so I checked a bit... and guess who he is?" "He’s Hugh Coleman’s real grandfather, Evan Chambers." Ann Vaughn froze with her cup in hand, remembering Hugh Coleman’s sick and terrifying face, she finally understood why the old man’s face seemed familiar. No wonder Evan Chambers kept subtly probing about reversing aging earlier. Fortunately, Ann Vaughn was cautious, otherwise, she might have been fooled by his act... Back then, Hugh Coleman repeatedly vowed to marry her into the family for torture, and Ann Vaughn didn’t believe that The Chambers Family didn’t have a hand in it. However, what Ann Vaughn couldn’t understand was that her grandfather severed ties with The Chambers Family when she was young because The Chambers Family set their sights on her first. The Chambers Family held a grudge against her, wanting revenge was one thing, but marrying her into the family for torture... seemed bizarre no matter how you looked at it. "Be careful lately, you can’t guarantee he won’t find someone else to bankrupt The Chambers Family and make you the target of revenge." Noticing Ann Vaughn was distracted, Sherry warned her seriously. Ann Vaughn nodded, "Don’t worry, I’ll be cautious." Because of this, Ann Vaughn had a nightmare again that night. She woke up in fear, her pupils shrinking, her smooth forehead covered in fine beads of fragrant sweat, soaking the dark hair beside her cheeks. Ann Vaughn instinctively turned to look for Cyrus Hawthorne, only to realize he wasn’t here, and the large room only had her inside. After a while of calminess, Ann Vaughn reached for her phone, hesitated for a long time before dialing Cyrus Hawthorne’s number. Two seconds later, the familiar low magnetic voice reached her ears: "Still awake?" Ann Vaughn’s tightly wound heart, trembling at any touch, gradually relaxed hearing this voice. She hugged her knees, her cheek rested against her leg, small body unconsciously curling up, then she replied softly: "Mm." At the same time, her eyes lifted to see the Hawthorne Tower, seeming to rise into the night sky, amidst the darkness only the summit was still lit. Like scattered stars adorned the night sky, brilliant yet lonely. At the top floor’s CEO office, the cold-featured man was sitting at the desk handling business. The bustling and dazzling night view of The Imperial Capital behind him didn’t merge into his eyes at all, cold as if everything was non-existent. Yet soon, all this was broken. "I just dreamed of Hugh Coleman, he held a scalpel cutting my wrist, forcing me to watch myself bleed to death." "Then suddenly I realized, no, this is my dream, why should others barge in and make trouble?" "So in the dream, when I was nearly gone, I suddenly jumped up to resist and instead killed that freak Hugh Coleman, hehe." "But, no, I actually killed someone!! Boohoo, you don’t know how scary it is, I killed someone boohoohoo..." The soft and affectionate voice came from the phone on the desk, initially quite pleasant, but as she spoke, she scared herself to tears. – Before meeting Ann Vaughn, Cyrus Hawthorne didn’t know a woman’s emotions could be so rich. He put down the pen in his hand, long fingers covering the edge of his lips with a smile, softly comforting her: "Just a dream, what are you thinking about?" "But I also dreamed I got caught, it felt too real—" "Dreams are the opposite." With this, Ann Vaughn let out a small sob, and cautiously asked: "... So, I’ll be executed directly by shooting?" Cyrus Hawthorne: "..." Ann Vaughn became more aggrieved, she clenched the blanket with her small hand, angrily: "It’s all your fault!" "Mm?" Cyrus Hawthorne lifted his gaze slightly from the document, a trace of puzzlement crossed his brows. Then he heard the sweet little tyrant say angrily: "You didn’t show up when I was bullied in the dream! Cyrus Hawthorne! Reflect on yourself!" "... Little ancestor, you talk sense, okay?" "You actually want to reason with a woman! Woman is the reason!" Cyrus Hawthorne: "..." For some reason, The great President Hawthorne suddenly felt it’s fortunate that he always kept this little darling occupied till morning, not giving her the chance to fantasize and pester. Is he spoiling her more and more? Thinking of this, Cyrus Hawthorne furrowed his brows, put down the document in hand, and sternly said to the sobbing Ann Vaughn: "Now, lie down and sleep." "Will you tell me a bedtime story?" Ann Vaughn sniffed, asking softly. "..." The great President Hawthorne contemplated for two seconds, "Which one do you want to hear?" Soon, Ann Vaughn’s phone started emanating the man’s magnetic voice, slowly reading a short fairy tale. "... The dragon ate the ignorant and naïve princess, who wished to control others’ freedom, and happily lived with the prince ever after." After reading this sentence, Cyrus Hawthorne’s thin lips slightly twisted, a deep frown on his brow. What kind of bizarre things does the little darling watch online every day? Listening to the long, even breathing from the other side of the phone, Cyrus Hawthorne’s narrow eyes flashed with amusement, then he pressed the intercom on the desk.