Just as she was about to make a sarcastic remark, Ann Vaughn suddenly remembered something and turned to ask him: Why have Jane Sheridan’s biological parents not appeared all these years, but suddenly show up now? Wilder Sheridan: Haha, you’ve seen right through it. This is actually all orchestrated by my big brother. He first designed a plan to take away Jane Sheridan’s shares and assets, leaving her with just the crumbs. Before she even realized it, those two showed up at her door. By then, Jane Sheridan was already overwhelmed by the revelations about her identity, and hadn’t the time to think about anything else. By the time she realized it, it was already too late. It’s a series of traps. Ann Vaughn’s bright eyes twinkled, silently giving Eli Sheridan a thumbs up in her heart. Back then, when Eli Sheridan told her to leave everything to him, he truly didn’t let her worry about Jane Sheridan’s matters at all. This made her sigh once again about how wonderful it is to have a brother. Just as she finished sighing, her phone chimed several times in quick succession. Exiting Wilder Sheridan’s chat window and looking, she saw messages from Ian Vaughn and Eli Sheridan. The former sent an aerial photo of a theme park located on the sea, while the latter sent images of a helicopter and a cruise ship. As if saying to her, come quickly, you can play however you want... Ann Vaughn looked on enviously for a while, then forwarded the pictures to Cyrus Hawthorne, typing a line of text indignantly. ——The happiness is all theirs, I’ve got nothing. Cyrus Hawthorne surprisingly replied immediately. ——What they have, I have too. ——Having me is enough for you. Staring at the reply on the chat screen, Ann Vaughn couldn’t control the heat rising to her ears, her eyes curved like crescent moons, pressing her lips tightly together to stifle her laughter. Two days passed peacefully. The victimized mother and daughter and Xylia were clearly leaning towards victory in court. Imperial Glory’s legal team was on a roll, with the situation looking overwhelmingly positive. But just then, something unexpected happened. Since Elias Hawthorne left, Ann Vaughn had to juggle both the company’s and the clinic’s affairs on her own, but with the help from her assistant and Sherry, it wasn’t overwhelming. The patient slots at Vaughn Clinic remained unchanged, regardless of how many clients made appointments, the rule hadn’t been altered. Once she arrived at the clinic, Ann Vaughn buried herself in the laboratory, working to recreate the "Muscle Regeneration Cream" based on the snippets from a medical manuscript. She hadn’t gotten halfway through when Sherry interrupted. "Bad news, the victim’s mother publicly splashed acid on Miyi Yates, Miyi has been sent to the hospital for examination, the situation might change." Ann Vaughn turned back in astonishment, "Why would she do that?" This was undoubtedly handing Miyi Yates and Xylia an opportunity. The court case was almost decided with just the final result pending. But now... Miyi Yates wouldn’t let go of this golden opportunity to turn these unfortunate victims into perpetrators! It would be difficult for them to win the case and make Xylia bear the deserved consequences now. Sherry was just as puzzled, "Logically, it shouldn’t have happened, but all attendees witnessed the victim’s mother uncapping the bottle and splashing the acid on Miyi Yates." Ann Vaughn’s heart sank. For some reason, she felt that Miyi Yates’s manipulation was surely behind this. If that’s the case... it shows this woman is ruthless both to others and herself. "I’ll head over to check the situation, help me clean up these things." Half an hour later, Ann Vaughn arrived at the patrol bureau. The victim’s mother was temporarily detained for the intentional harm case. During the meeting, the victim’s mother, Jeanette Shaw, seemed to have aged decades overnight, with graying temples and a desolate expression. Upon seeing Ann Vaughn, hope sprang into her eyes. "Miss Vaughn, please help me, I truly didn’t splash acid on that woman, I was holding bottled water, you must believe me!" "I believe you." Ann Vaughn reassured her to calm down and try to recall whose hands the bottle of water had passed through. "I only remember a young girl gave me that bottle and cheered me on, then it never left my hand, I don’t know how it became acid..." she said painfully. "Do you remember what she looked like?" Jeanette Shaw shook her head in a daze, "I can only vaguely recall..." She had thought the girl was a kind-hearted person supporting them, never expecting ill intentions from the start. Jeanette Shaw was desperate, but whenever she met Ann Vaughn’s calm gaze, it soothed her inadvertently. Although this woman was so much younger, somehow, she possessed a calming strength. Ann Vaughn borrowed pen and paper from a patrol officer, and sketching the girl’s features based on Jeanette Shaw’s descriptions. "This is about seventy percent accurate, I remember she had a mole at the corner of her mouth." Ann Vaughn made another stroke, scrutinizing the sketch, telling Jeanette Shaw: "I’ll arrange for your bail, but you need to be mentally prepared, this case won’t be easy to win." Thıs content belongs to 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✦𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✦𝕟𝕖𝕥 The mother and daughter’s odds of winning were significantly diminished. Jeanette Shaw felt a heavy burden in her heart, eyes warm with tears, "I know, thank you so much for helping, no matter the outcome, thank you sincerely." "But... why are you helping us? I initially harmed you too." Picking up the sketch, Ann Vaughn was about to leave when she heard Jeanette Shaw’s question. She looked at her indifferently. "I’m not doing it just for you, I’m also helping myself." Xylia had plagiarized her formula before and slandered her later. Missing the chance to fight back, should she just let people walk over her? As for the innocently involved mother and daughter, she could help as much as she could, it was merely a small effort. Jeanette Shaw hadn’t expected such an answer, thinking Ann Vaughn would at least offer comforting lies, as Hogan Halloway had with his flattering speeches. Yet the things she did for them were all genuine without a trace of exaggeration. How could she have been so blind as to assist someone like Hogan Halloway to confront Ann Vaughn? Jeanette Shaw’s eyes filled with regret, unsure whether she would have a chance to repay this kindness. In the VIP ward of First Hospital. Miyi Yates’s burns had been treated and medicated but still looked quite horrific. "Alright, Miss Yates." Xylia’s executive took several pictures of her wounds, then sent them to the marketing accounts, asking them to publish articles promptly. Howard Yates, knowing Miyi Yates’s intentions, didn’t stop the executive from doing so, nor did he blame Miyi for her extreme methods. "It’s fortunate you covered your face in time, though there are some marks, it’s not too severe."