Taking advantage of the moment he opened his mouth, Ann Vaughn quickly stuffed a piece of pastry into his mouth, her pretty face beaming with a smile, "If you’d just taken your medicine obediently sooner, it would be done, right? Instead, you forced me to use force to feed you."
Sawyer Jennings immediately wanted to spit out the pastry, but inadvertently, a bite of the familiar sweet flavor spread, and he involuntarily ate it.
He rarely looked embarrassed, then angrily shouted towards the door, "Bro!"
The door was opened the next second, Sutton Jennings walked in with large strides, glanced at his brother in the wheelchair who seemed to have a bit more vitality, and slightly squinted, "What happened?"
"This woman harassed me!"
The room suddenly fell silent.
Upon hearing this, Ann Vaughn almost dropped the medicine bowl in her hand, twitching her lips, shaking her head at Sutton Jennings.
She’s not some female hooligan!
"Ahem." Sutton Jennings glanced at her with amusement, and said in a deep voice to Sawyer Jennings, "She wouldn’t do that."
Sawyer Jennings, like an irritable little troublemaker, shed the shackles of self-imprisonment, displaying more of the liveliness typical of his age.
He pursed his lips and glared at Ann Vaughn, as if saying "you’re doomed," "She did." Thɪs chapter is updated by ɴovᴇl(F)ɪre.ɴet
However, just as Sawyer Jennings was waiting for Sutton Jennings to back him up, he heard him say.
"Don’t worry, she doesn’t like little bean sprouts." Sutton Jennings looked Sawyer up and down, speaking soothingly with a gentle voice.
In the end, both of them were chased out of the room, the door slammed shut by Sawyer Jennings with a loud bang.
"Miss Vaughn, my brother has been spoiled by me, if he offended you in any way, I apologize on his behalf." Sutton Jennings looked at the closed door, turned and spoke gently to Ann Vaughn.
If you ignore his incredibly striking attractive appearance and only look at those charming eyes.
It’s easy to mistakenly think he’s a refined gentleman.
"I also have my faults, but..." Ann Vaughn contemplated for a moment, subtly said, "You could try to let your brother vent a little, being too comfortable in a greenhouse, especially in this manner, it’s easy to lose the motivation to keep going."
The psychological pressure of this little fellow has probably reached its peak.
"Miss Vaughn, please take care of Sawyer’s physical needs, I will handle the rest." Sutton Jennings’ eyes revealed a slight smile, nodded, "It’s getting late, I’ll have someone take you home."
"Then it’s a bother." Ann Vaughn remained oblivious, and after saying goodbye, left the Jennings Family’s villa.
The next day, Ann Vaughn hung a "closed for a day" sign at the small clinic, met up with Susie Sommers, and went to the hospital where the injured patient from the medical accident was.
Hawthorne Corp. takes this matter very seriously, arranging for the best hospital and the best room for this patient.
Others couldn’t easily get near this patient, so Ann Vaughn could only observe through the glass window outside the room.
"It’s strange, although this person has a knee injury on the left leg, it’s not to the point of needing an amputation," Ann Vaughn squinted her bright eyes, carefully looking at the person’s face inside the room, feeling something strange.
"The hospital’s results say it was nearly an amputation, but they managed to save it. It might deteriorate later; all they can do now is try their best to treat it." Susie Sommers, dressed in a red dress, touched her chin, curiously asked, "What did you notice?"
Inside the room, the person had just turned his face and slept, Ann Vaughn wanted to look more closely but it was too late, feeling frustrated.
"I’m just speculating at the moment, if I could observe a bit closer, maybe I could find out..." Ann Vaughn said, her eyes suddenly brightened, turned to Susie Sommers, "Susie, do me a favor!"