Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 1025: Perished in the Sea of Fire

After the deal was settled, Dean Hale left the clinic contentedly, carrying a jar of medicinal wine.

As soon as he left, Sherry pushed open the door to the lounge. Before she could speak, she burst into laughter.

"What happened?" Ann Vaughn looked at Sherry with confusion. "What good news makes you so happy?"

"Lockwood Pharmaceuticals was burned to ashes overnight, along with the adjacent medicine field. If the security from Lockwood Villa hadn’t woken up in the middle of the night to see the sky lit up over the plant, the villa might have been burned down too," Sherry explained with a cough.

Ann Vaughn raised her delicate eyebrows and pierced through the situation with a sharp observation: "This doesn’t sound like an accident, it seems more like it was man-made."

Although Lucy Lock and Zachary Lancaster have both been imprisoned, the Lockwood Family elders aren’t easily taken down. There’s no way the Lockwood Family would collapse so easily.

Especially with such a major incident like a fire, nobody noticed until the factory and field were mostly burned.

"The public doesn’t care whether it’s an accident or man-made. That mother and son duo, one kills without mercy, the other is ruthless. People are saying they’ve incurred heaven’s wrath, and now retribution has come," Sherry’s voice turned cold.

Ann Vaughn’s eyes revealed confusion, "I’ve wanted to ask you for a long time, did Lucy Lock ever do something to you? You seem to particularly hate her."

Sherry looked at her; the words "she killed your mother" were on the tip of her tongue, hesitating for a long time but unable to say them.

"By the way, there’s one more thing."

"What?"

"The reports say Zane Lancaster happened to be in that factory. After investigation, it’s very likely he has... perished in the blaze."

...

Marinia, halfway up Mount Ignis.

The once lush, endless green medicine field, along with the two buildings on the north and south of the field, are now charred black, no longer recognizable.

In front of the red caution line, under a black parasol, stood a slender figure holding a bouquet of white chrysanthemums.

Ann Vaughn gazed at the building, now collapsed to ashes, and as she was about to place the white chrysanthemums down, a voice suddenly came from behind.

"I didn’t expect you’d come to Marinia just to see me, and even prepared a bouquet."

Upon hearing this familiar voice, Ann Vaughn paused her bending motion, her gaze astonished as she looked at the person.

"Zane Lancaster?! You’re not dead?"

"No, Zane Lancaster is dead now." Zane, dressed in black, pulled down his hat, his voice ethereal, conveying neither joy nor sorrow. "From today on, Zane Lancaster no longer exists in this world, only Ron Warren."

He stepped forward, standing side by side with Ann Vaughn, looking at the scorched, chaotic land in front of them, his lips curling into a rare, genuine smile.

Ann Vaughn’s expression was somewhat complex, "You really live beyond conventions."

With Lucy Lock and Zachary Lancaster imprisoned, the Lockwood Family was in chaos, eager to establish a new Family Head to stabilize the current situation.

And the only person qualified to inherit the entire Lockwood Family was Zane Lancaster.

If he wanted, he could easily obtain the wealth and power belonging to the Lockwood Family.

Even she initially thought he would choose to inherit the Lockwood Family.

Zane Lancaster, or now Ron Warren, smiled indifferently, "That’s not what I want, no matter how good it is, I’m not interested."

Ann Vaughn’s remark about his unconventional character was quite accurate.

Whether it’s because he lives with such clarity and understanding, or because he desires nothing from the world, he remains so detached.

Not caring about fame, nor caring about profit, it seems he doesn’t even care about himself.

Ann Vaughn didn’t comment on his words, instead, she said, "If Lucy Lock knew that her life’s work was destroyed by you, she might be so angry that she’d spit blood."

"She has plenty to be angry about." Ron Warren took out a leather-bound notebook to give to her, his tone cautious: "I hope you’ll look at what’s inside when you return."

"Does it have anything to do with the underground research lab?"

Ron shook his head, and his peripheral vision caught sight of someone approaching. He pressed down his hat brim a bit, saying to Ann Vaughn, "My flight to K Country is at one. It’s getting late."

Ann Vaughn didn’t notice the subtle pause in his words, nodding with a gentle smile. After a moment’s thought, she handed him the bouquet of white chrysanthemums.

"I don’t have much to give you, consider this bouquet as a farewell gift. Congratulations on regaining your freedom, free from now on."

Ron Warren’s eyes briefly showed disappointment, the complex emotions within his heart rising and falling too swiftly for even him to grasp. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"After I’m gone, if Lucy Lock and Zachary Lancaster are ever released, they won’t be a threat or obstacle to you," Ron Warren said softly, "Also, before dawn, it was a pleasure meeting you."

"Ann Vaughn."

He wanted to say more, but that’s all he could say.

With those words, Ron Warren turned and strode away.

Ann Vaughn raised her parasol slightly, watching Ron Warren leave, then glanced at the Lockwood Family building not far away, suddenly understanding.

The gift Ron Warren prepared for her.

It isn’t referring to those patients who turned against the Lockwood Family.

Instead, it was— the entire Lockwood Family.

"Goodbye, Ron Warren," Ann Vaughn said softly, without further pondering the deeper meaning behind Ron Warren’s actions, she turned and walked away with her parasol.

Suddenly, as she turned, her path was blocked by Quinn Bishop and two bodyguards in black.

"Princess, His Highness requests your presence."

...

Inside the well-shaded car cabin.

Ann Vaughn braced herself, sitting somewhat distant from Warren Vance, yet the back seat, being so spacious, still felt pressing.

Warren Vance had just finished a phone call; his dark red eyes glanced at her, ambiguously asking, "Are you really afraid of me?"

Ann Vaughn was about to respond when he interrupted, "Well then, this question is not urgent for now."

"This question is indeed not important, because whether I’m afraid of you or not is my business, and has nothing to do with you," Ann Vaughn said warily, "Plus, I’ve been meaning to ask you, at Azureflame Villa last time, what exactly did you do to me? Why don’t I remember what happened afterwards?"

That night, Cyrus Hawthorne’s behavior towards her also raised doubts.

Cyrus isn’t someone who gets angry easily, at least not in her presence.

But that night, he seemed like a different person, as if... she had done something to wrong him.

Ann Vaughn had been avoiding recalling that night’s events, thus not confronting Cyrus Hawthorne directly.

Warren Vance tapped his fingers lightly on the jade armrest, his slitted eyes losing their mischievous gleam.

"You actually regained clarity so soon."

His hypnotic eye technique was broken so quickly.

Indeed, a curious thing.

Ann Vaughn was perplexed, "What do you mean? When was I not clear-headed?"