Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 1047: Over the Line

The necklace wasn’t found in the master bedroom, but in the trash bin in his room?!

How come he didn’t know that this necklace could teleport?!

Ian Yardley hadn’t heard a joke this funny before, but he couldn’t laugh at it; instead, he had to suppress the panic in his eyes and force out a smile of relief.

"It was found in the trash bin in my room? I knew it wasn’t Annie who took it, thank goodness we didn’t have a bigger misunderstanding."

At this point, Ian Yardley didn’t forget to subtly blacken Ann Vaughn’s name.

Hearing this, Sept got furious. This guy could question him, but who gave him the courage to question Miss Vaughn!?

Since Mr. Hawthorne had already said to speak the truth, there was no need for him to hide anything!

"Yes, Mr. Yardley, the necklace was found in the trash bin in your room filled with tissues. Maybe you were being too enthusiastic while handling life’s big issues, and accidentally let the necklace fall in, so the necklace had all your..."

At this point, Sept received a warning look from Mr. Hawthorne and stopped saying more.

And Ian Yardley’s face was completely red, faintly tinged with some blue.

...Damn!

The men present understood Sept’s unfinished words, but Ann Vaughn was utterly confused.

"What does it mean to be too enthusiastic handling life’s big issues? And what else is it?" She leaned over and asked Cyrus Hawthorne.

Cyrus Hawthorne pinched her cheek with his jade-like fingers, his deep voice carrying an unclear meaning, "Kids don’t need to know so much."

Ann Vaughn: "..."

You’re the kid, your whole family are kids!

Suddenly, a flash of white passed through Ann Vaughn’s mind, and when she looked at Ian again, there was undisguised disdain in her eyes.

"No way, you’re this old and still wet the bed??"

Ann Vaughn occasionally referred to going to the bathroom as handling life’s big issues, and since it was too enthusiastic, what else could it be but bedwetting??

The unaware servants looked at Ian Yardley again, and their gazes obviously changed.

Wow, at his age, and he still wets the bed...

Ian Yardley originally thought that being exposed by Sept was embarrassing enough, but as Ann Vaughn’s words fell, he was furious and almost stood up from his wheelchair!

"Who wets the bed?!" Ian Yardley’s face turned red, and he shouted, unable to bear it any longer, "What do you know, I don’t wet the bed! I never wet the bed!!"

"Heh, who knows." Ann Vaughn chuckled coldly, "Unbelievable, some people appear refined on the outside, but secretly wet the bed."

If it weren’t for Sept’s trickery, the dirty water Ian Yardley tried to throw on her might not have been washed off.

So when facing Ian Yardley, Ann Vaughn didn’t hold back at all.

"I said I didn’t!!"

Ian Yardley was trembling with anger, his face turning red, then green, then purple, and back to red, looking like a palette.

Damn it, he and this woman are sworn enemies!!

The farce ended, and the villa returned to peace.

Cyrus Hawthorne and Ian Yardley were still in the living room, seemingly with something to say, so Ann Vaughn went upstairs alone.

She was stopped by Sept before entering the room.

"Miss Vaughn, that kid Ian Yardley is not very honest, please be extra cautious." Thinking of the things found in Ian’s room, Sept felt ashamed and could only offer a word of advice.

"Don’t worry, I will." Ann Vaughn thought he was referring to Ian’s attempt to frame her and nodded in agreement.

"I will also keep an eye on his actions for you to prevent him from making any sneaky moves, but you’ll still need to be cautious yourself."

"Okay, thank you in advance."

After Sept left, Ann Vaughn stood there for a moment and then turned to Kenny’s room.

In the comfortably warm room, a small, cute, white dumpling was lying on the carpet, holding a remote control with both hands, maneuvering a medium-sized white spider flying around the room.

The spider was so realistically made that Ann Vaughn was startled when it flew toward her.

"Don’t be scared, Mommy, it’s a mechanical spider; it won’t bite!" Kenny climbed up with a squeal and walked toward Ann Vaughn on his little legs, clinging to her, "Do you want to play?"

Since it’s not a real spider, there’s nothing to be afraid of.

"Sure." Ann Vaughn took the remote control Kenny handed over and followed his instructions to make the spider fly.

Watching the wobbling fat spider fly in the air, Ann Vaughn found some amusement in it.

"Mommy, press here, and you can control the spider to grab things." Little Dumpling pointed to the red button on the remote control, speaking in a childish voice.

Following his instructions, Ann Vaughn tried it, opened the monitor screen on the controller, and pressed the button.

The fat spider spewed a mouthful of white spider silk, sticking to a book.

Then, with a sucking sound, as the silk retracted, the book was brought to the spider’s mouth, held firmly by its furry paws, and didn’t fall even as it swayed in the air.

Seeing this, a thought suddenly popped into Ann Vaughn’s mind.

"Baby, did you use this spider to help Mommy get the necklace back to Ian’s room?"

"Yes." Little Dumpling nodded, "Kenny heard him telling the servants that something was missing, so I guessed he was up to something, then went to search Mommy’s room, and found the necklace he mentioned in Mommy’s daisy jacket."

"I waited for him to leave his room and then had this spider go in from the balcony and toss the necklace into his trash bin."

Daisy jacket?

Wasn’t that the style she wore yesterday?

Ann Vaughn frowned slightly, no wonder Ian Yardley was so confident.

Obviously, when she helped him up from under the bookshelf yesterday, he was already planning to frame her.

And the last time too, if Ian Yardley had actually fallen down the stairs, and she was the only one around, she would undoubtedly be considered the culprit.

This Ian Yardley...

Why does he harbor such malice toward her?

Unable to figure it out, Ann Vaughn stopped thinking about it and hugged Little Dumpling tightly, giving him a big kiss.

"Baby, you are so smart, Mommy is so happy!"

Little Dumpling cupped his red cheeks with both hands, smiling blissfully as if he’d drunk wine.

Hehe, got a kiss.

However, there was one thing Kenny hadn’t told Ann Vaughn: he had prepared some interesting things in Ian’s room.

Unaware that she was hugging a clever little imp, Ann Vaughn put him to sleep and left the children’s room.

A faint light came from underneath the master bedroom door.

Ann Vaughn didn’t go in; instead, she went downstairs, her clear eyes devoid of any warmth.

Today’s incident, of course, can’t just be swept under the rug.

Hearing a knock on the door, Ian Yardley said "come in" without even looking up.

Footsteps approached gradually, not stopping even when very close to Ian Yardley.

Frowning, Ian Yardley turned his head and was caught off guard by the sight of a sharp object gleaming with cold light, his pupils contracting tightly.