Ann Vaughn and Laura Quinn had a conversation in the examination room the previous day, and Bella Hawthorne woke up the next day.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Cyrus Hawthorne and Ann Vaughn standing by the bedside.
The former’s expression was consistently indifferent, and if not examined closely, it was difficult to perceive the care underlying his gaze; the latter’s joyful emotions were evident on her face, bringing warmth to those who looked at her.
Bella Hawthorne felt a slight warmth in her heart, "Brother, Sister-in-law."
Besides feeling weak and tired, she didn’t have many discomforts, and she vaguely thought of the previous day’s memory as a dream.
Cyrus Hawthorne nodded slightly, the sharp lines of his narrow eyes softened somewhat, "How does your body feel?" ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ ɴovᴇl_Firᴇ.ɴet
"It feels like I slept and dreamt." Bella Hawthorne replied.
"Now that the dream is over, everything will get better." Ann Vaughn finished checking her pulse, showed a faint smile, and ruffled Bella Hawthorne’s hair, "Bella is very strong."
On the day she found out she was pregnant, Bella clung to her, crying her heart out, as if she had shed all her tears then and wouldn’t cry again for this matter.
Ann Vaughn was grateful for her strength but also felt sorry for her strength.
This meant she would completely emerge from this nightmare, with her biggest opponent being her own heart.
"Sister-in-law says I’m strong, so I must be strong." Bella Hawthorne gave a small smile on her somewhat pale face, like a plum blossom breaking through snow to reveal its petals, resilient and unyielding.
Fragrance comes from bitter cold.
After chatting with Bella Hawthorne for a while, Ann Vaughn and Cyrus Hawthorne left her ward after she fell asleep.
Once Ann Vaughn got into the car, she completely slacked off, her whole body collapsed into the spacious comfortable seat as if she had no bones, "Once I get back, I’m going to have a good sleep to catch up on the past two days."
The scar-removing cream made for Kressiel was already in its final stages, and it would be completed by tomorrow evening without issue.
Seated beside her, Cyrus Hawthorne was flipping through the documents in his hand, and upon hearing her words, his lips curled into a thin smile, "That’s a good suggestion."
What was a good suggestion?
Feeling utterly lazy, Ann Vaughn’s brain was almost shutting down, not delving into the meaning of the statement, and she let out a little yawn.
After half an hour, the car stopped at parking lot number 8.
Ann Vaughn drowsily leaned against the seat, her vision gradually blurring, and she vaguely felt herself being lifted up.
Just as she was yawning incessantly and about to fall asleep, her body suddenly sank into a soft bed.
A warm and masculine body pressed against her, pinning her weak hands above her head; instantly, softness and firmness merged seamlessly without a single gap.
"Don’t tease..." Ann Vaughn murmured displeased with her eyes closed, her slender legs moved slightly in an attempt to break free.
The man’s deep and profound eyes suddenly narrowed, with a glimmer of flickering dark light in them, dangerous to the extreme.