Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 1033: He’s Not Human!

Midnight.

The allure of new things always holds a special fascination for people.

Ann Vaughn clutched the object named "Ten Facets" till three in the morning and couldn’t bear to put it down to sleep.

"Ten Facets" was the name Ann Vaughn and Kenny gave to the transparent box.

Only when she couldn’t hold on anymore and wanted to sleep did Ann Vaughn realize that Cyrus Hawthorne hadn’t returned to the room.

Neither the study nor the gym had any sign of Cyrus Hawthorne, and the rooftop was deserted. Ann Vaughn had no choice but to go downstairs to look for him, taking out her phone to call him.

Before the call connected, Ann Vaughn saw the tall figure standing by the entrance hall.

Behind him, Sept was saying something with a heavy expression, eyes filled with a deep sadness, as if pleading and struggling at the same time.

Cyrus Hawthorne was facing away from Ann Vaughn, so she couldn’t see his facial expression at the moment.

She felt like... something big had happened.

Just as Ann Vaughn was lost in thought, Cyrus seemed to sense something and turned slightly, casting a cold, piercing gaze in her direction.

Once he saw it was her, that icy gaze gradually softened.

Yet the chill from that instant still left a lingering coldness.

"Why are you still up?" Cyrus asked in a deep voice.

Ann Vaughn snapped back to reality and hesitated before walking up to him, "Are you heading out now?"

It’s almost four in the morning, doesn’t he feel sleepy?

"Yeah, I need to go to the hospital to handle some things." Cyrus raised his hand to gently rub her petite earlobe, his voice magnetic and soft, "You should sleep first, don’t wait up for me."

Just as Ann Vaughn was about to nod, there was a sudden dull thud from the floor, causing her to turn her head.

She saw Sept kneeling in front of her, his face tense to the extreme, seeming to be asking for something.

"Miss Vaughn, please save my brother."

Ann Vaughn was startled by his actions and instinctively looked at Cyrus, "What... what is he doing?"

If she recalled correctly, from their first meeting until now, Sept seemed to have harbored an inexplicable wariness toward her.

As if afraid she might do something harmful.

Although Ann Vaughn never took those things to heart, the current scene still left her a bit bewildered.

Cyrus Hawthorne glanced at Sept with narrowed eyes and explained to Ann Vaughn in a deep voice, "Hex is severely injured, his life is hanging by a thread. Breeze can keep him alive but can’t save his limbs."

"What’s wrong with his hands and feet?"

"Corroded by a potent toxin, highly infectious. Even if the flesh were gouged out, it would only temporarily save his life."

Just listening to Cyrus’s brief description made cold sweat form on Ann Vaughn’s back.

Gouging flesh and bones... that must be so painful.

"Please, Miss Vaughn, save my brother!" Sept knocked his head heavily on the ground, his hoarse voice filled with endless pleading, as if clinging to the last straw for survival.

"Sept." Cyrus’s narrow eyes squinted tightly, his cold voice carrying an unmistakable warning.

Even with comprehensive protection, three doctors at the hospital were still infected by the potent toxin.

There was no way Cyrus would allow Ann Vaughn to take that risk.

Sept’s teeth were clenched tight, his usually straight back slightly bent, yet he still refused to stand up.

This was the only chance to save his brother. Even if he had to break into pieces, he was willing to give it a try.

"Let me try." Ann Vaughn tugged at Cyrus’s sleeve, noting the sudden darkening of his expression, she softly explained, "Before, when you weren’t around, it was thanks to Hex’s protection that my brother and Wilder were safe. I can’t just stand by and do nothing, right?"

Cyrus’s expression remained grim, his thin lips pressed into a line.

"Also, I’m not just being kind-hearted, agreeing only because Sept knelt and begged me." Ann Vaughn gently shook Cyrus’s hand, "They’re your subordinates, working for you. If I save his brother, they will both owe me a favor and be even more dedicated in protecting you."

Hearing Ann Vaughn’s words, Sept was so moved he almost teared up.

The Sutton Family has served the Federation for generations, and with Cyrus as the Federation Executor, they would be loyal to him for life and beyond, regardless.

So how could Sept not recognize that this was Ann Vaughn putting in a good word for them, trying to soften Mr. Hawthorne’s heart?

He previously thought Miss Vaughn was a jinx, a disaster waiting to befall Mr. Hawthorne.

He was mistaken!

Yet Sept’s feelings of gratitude were misplaced.

Ann Vaughn just didn’t want Cyrus to be in a difficult position, which is why she agreed to help.

If it were someone else, she would have turned around and gone back to sleep. Why would she be willing to run out in the middle of the night?

However, she didn’t realize that, compared to the life and death of others, her safety was Cyrus Hawthorne’s top priority.

In the end, he couldn’t resist Ann Vaughn’s charm, hard as his heart might have been, Cyrus couldn’t refuse her.

...

First Hospital.

After three whole hours, the red light in the operating room finally turned off.

Ann Vaughn and Breeze, working together, pulled Hex from the clutches of death, saving both his hands and feet, preventing the toxic corrosion from spreading further. With proper care in the future, he can still recover to the best condition.

Learning of this result, even a man like Sept was almost brought to tears.

"Miss Vaughn, thank you!" Sept deeply bowed to Ann Vaughn, feeling ashamed of his previous hostility toward her, "From now on, Sept would go through any hardship or danger to repay your kindness."

Cyrus Hawthorne wrapped his arm around Ann Vaughn’s exhausted body, casting a faint glance at Sept, "Once Hex regains consciousness, he will report to the Discipline Room for punishment."

Upon hearing this, a look of shock flashed in Sept’s eyes.

Before coming to the hospital, he was already prepared for Hex to report for punishment immediately after the surgery ended.

He never expected that Mr. Hawthorne would show such mercy, allowing him to wait until Hex woke up.

When did Mr. Hawthorne ever show such softness?

Doubtless, it was out of respect for Miss Vaughn that he showed him leniency.

"Yes!" Sept responded loudly, his gratitude towards Ann Vaughn deepening even further.

After everyone else left, Ann Vaughn leaned against Cyrus’s shoulder to rest a bit, feeling utterly exhausted.

"It was truly terrifying." Ann Vaughn’s voice was filled with fatigue, "Just a drop of this toxin on someone would quickly corrode into the skin, spreading fast. If the source of Hex’s poisoning had been his chest instead of his limbs, his organs would have been completely corroded and beyond saving."

She had dissolved the antidote into water, soaking for ten minutes, forming a thin film over her hand with the solution to prevent corrosion.

Otherwise, if there were any slip-ups, she couldn’t have managed the surgery.

"Also, I noticed several knife marks on Hex’s leg. He must have inflicted them on himself, it’s quite odd."

"He did it to ensure crucial information was transmitted to the salvaging team, letting him pass out without worry."