After speaking, Poppy Willows left with her son.
Raina North stood quietly at the doorway, watching the mother and son leaving, and suddenly remembered her own two children.
I wonder how those two little troublemakers are doing?
And Anya, has she done anything foolish?
Thinking about those things in Southgate, Raina North’s heart suddenly grew anxious.
She wanted to end all this quickly and find Elias Hawthorne soon.
As for what would happen after she found him, she hadn’t figured it out yet, but that was something to worry about after finding him.
At this moment, Anya Forrest, who was on Raina North’s mind, was packing her things and preparing to be discharged.
Her injury looked severe, but it hadn’t hit any vital parts, and with the special medication Raina had prepared for her, she recovered quickly.
She’d stayed in the hospital largely because of Raymond Thorne.
Only by letting that man know she was severely injured for him would he feel more distressed over her.
In fact, things were proceeding according to her plan.
After this incident, Raymond Thorne’s attitude towards her was becoming increasingly different.
"Miss Forrest, I’m Auntie Vaughn. Mr. Thorne has important matters today and can’t break away, so he arranged for me to come pick you up and take you to the villa."
"No need, I’ll just return to my apartment."
Auntie Vaughn was a bit surprised: "But this is Mr. Thorne’s arrangement. Before I came, Mr. Thorne repeatedly instructed that you must be brought to the villa for thorough care until your body fully recovers. Miss Forrest, perhaps you don’t know—besides the late Madam, this is the first time I’ve seen Mr. Thorne so attentive to a woman. You should cherish Mr. Thorne’s sentiment. Men like women who are obedient and sweet."
Anya Forrest felt irritated: "I said no, I don’t need your care. Please go back."
Auntie Vaughn still smiled, but her expression had turned somewhat displeased: "Miss Forrest, do you think saving Mr. Thorne’s life allows you to act willfully? You know, no man likes a woman who keeps harping on favors, understand?"
Anya Forrest furrowed her brows: "Are you lecturing me now?"
"Though I’m just a servant, I’m at least several decades older than you. Seeing you young makes me want to give you a few pointers."
Anya Forrest laughed coldly, suddenly taking out her phone to call Raymond Thorne: "Raymond Thorne, did you arrange for someone to take care of me, or send me a Buddha to worship?"
After speaking, Anya Forrest hung up with a snap.
Auntie Vaughn hadn’t expected Anya Forrest to leave no room for sentiment, and she was a bit flustered: "Miss Forrest, I meant no harm, I was only concerned about your wellbeing. If you dislike it, I won’t speak out again, but there’s really no need to make a fuss to Mr. Thorne."
Anya Forrest ignored her, continuing to pack her things.
Auntie Vaughn had cared for Raymond Thorne for many years and was always respected in The Thorne Family mansion, even the eldest son was respectful to her, yet little did she expect Anya Forrest, an outsider, to have such a large temper, which inevitably made her displeased.
But fearing Raymond Thorne’s anger, Auntie Vaughn admitted her mistake unwillingly, only for Anya Forrest to completely ignore her, making Auntie Vaughn’s face look even worse.
Just then, the phone rang; it was a call from Raymond Thorne.
Auntie Vaughn’s attitude was very reverent, ready to subtly complain about Anya Forrest, but she heard Raymond Thorne’s words: "Pack up your things and return to the old mansion of The Thorne Family." Latest content published on ⓝovelFire.net