Old Master Hawthorne, with his sharp eyes, easily saw through Ann Vaughn’s thoughts and smiled kindly, saying, "Girl, people have their misfortunes and fortunes, it’s not your fault."
"Grandfather heard from Professor Chaney that if it wasn’t for you, he probably wouldn’t have made it through this ordeal."
"Grandpa..." Tears welled up in Ann Vaughn’s eyes, and her throat felt choked.
Old Master Hawthorne reached out and patted her head, comforting her, "Grandfather didn’t ask you to come here today to see you cry. I heard from Professor Chaney that you dropped out of school because of what your mother-in-law did, right?"
Although the old man was the head of the family, he never interfered in the household matters of the Hawthorne Family, nor did he inquire about them.
He just didn’t expect that right under his nose, Laura Quinn would force Ann Vaughn to drop out of school because of her prejudice.
How would he face his friends in the future and explain this?
Ann Vaughn pressed her lips together and nodded silently.
"You’ve been out of school for a short time, and with your talent, you can catch up with the other students quickly. If you want to return," Old Master Hawthorne smiled kindly, "Grandfather will decide for you to continue your studies."
Hearing this, Ann Vaughn sat up straight, her bright eyes lighting up.
"Good, good, it seems the Hawthorne Family will have a remarkable Divine Doctor soon."
The laughter in the ward was continuous.
Until Cyrus Hawthorne pushed the door open and entered; his tall and imposing figure gave an inexplicable sense of pressure.
Ann Vaughn was peeling an apple without looking up.
"Grandpa." Cyrus Hawthorne nodded slightly, holding a light thin laptop, casually sitting on the sofa in the ward. Follow current novels on No(ᴠ)ᴇlFire.nᴇt
Seeing him come, Old Master Hawthorne said, "Cian, the house is far from The Herbalist Hospital; I’ll give you an important task: after Annie re-enrolls, take responsibility for picking her up every day."
"We have a driver," Cyrus Hawthorne paused his typing and replied indifferently.
"There’s only one husband; can Annie not command you?" Old Master Hawthorne immediately retorted.
Seeing a confrontation about to start, Ann Vaughn hurriedly handed the freshly peeled apple to Old Master Hawthorne, "Grandpa, have an apple. There’s a direct route from home to school; it’s convenient for me to take the bus, no need for pick-up."
"Listen to that," Old Master Hawthorne pointed at Cyrus Hawthorne with a pained expression, "What’s the use of that pile of million-dollar junk cars? In the end, you can’t even give your wife a ride!"
Ann Vaughn almost choked, her pretty face reddened, unable to say a word.
Used to the old man’s trickery, Cyrus Hawthorne kept his eyes on the computer, swallowing back the refusal on the tip of his tongue and finally said, "I understand."
"That’s more like it." Old Master Hawthorne was satisfied, enjoying his apple even more, "By the way, the day after tomorrow’s banquet, I can’t attend. You and Annie will go for me; don’t neglect the etiquette."
"But Grandpa..." Ann Vaughn thought about how Laura Quinn used to forbid her from attending any event with Cyrus Hawthorne to avoid embarrassment, and Cyrus Hawthorne never took her out.
It was clear they felt she was a disgrace to the Hawthorne Family.
Grandpa had never intervened in such matters, why suddenly...
"Yes, grandfather, don’t worry." With a slight click, Cyrus Hawthorne closed the laptop, his tone indifferent, unexpectedly not refusing or mocking, much to Ann Vaughn’s surprise.
Ann Vaughn looked at Cyrus Hawthorne’s distinguished profile with some astonishment, her bright eyes filled with a hint of puzzlement.