Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 1086: If an Angel Has a Name

Ann Vaughn vomited so severely that she ended up in the hospital, her stomach curled up in pain, her legs turned to jelly, only able to stand with support.

Her face was so pale it made anyone who saw it feel sympathetic.

When the doctor came to the ward with the medical exam results, he was still muttering, "Young people these days, going crazy without regard for their lives, daring to mess around with extreme sports, sooner or later they’ll get into trouble..."

In her drowsy state, Ann Vaughn recalled the fear of being dominated by the 360-degree death spin on the helicopter earlier, far more reckless than bungee jumping, parachuting, or off-roading.

Just thinking about it brought back the dizziness that had just subsided, everything momentarily went black before her eyes.

Eli Sheridan took the medical exam results and glanced at them, realizing that Ann Vaughn’s discomfort wasn’t just her stomach, her limbs and lower back had suffered severe impact, leaving bruises, and injuring muscles and bones.

In comparison, despite having multiple skin abrasions, fortunately, they weren’t severe.

No wonder she felt that bad.

Eli Sheridan frowned, assuming Ann Vaughn had fallen asleep, tucked her in, then gestured to the doctor, about to step out for a conversation, but was suddenly grabbed by the sleeve.

"Hold on, brother, I just remembered something." Ann turned her head, her delicate brows slightly furrowed, "Micah Hawthorne also has bombs, Lucy Lock mentioned before the crash that he would use those bombs to fulfill his wish. Micah’s plan to escape abroad using me has already failed, what will he do next?"

Would he repeat Lucy’s old path?

Clearly unlikely.

Then there’s only one possibility left.

Understanding the critical point, Eli’s face suddenly sank, "Damn it."

"Annie, I’ll let Wilder in to stay with you, my bodyguards are outside, if anything unusual happens, call them immediately, got it?" Eli hurried to leave but didn’t forget to instruct Ann Vaughn. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Ann pressed her lips together, met Eli’s worried gaze, and the urge to dissuade him formed but never uttered, simply lifted the quilt, "I’ll go with you, in case anything goes wrong..."

"If anything goes wrong, I’d rather it be me than you." Eli’s tone was gentle, but his words were a firm insistence not allowing Ann to refuse, "Having you with me would only distract me; staying here is the biggest help you could offer."

"But..."

"Silly girl, this is a battle between men, you just stay behind us... and cheer us on."

After saying that, Eli hurriedly left.

Inside and outside the hospital, Chief Lynch and his men stood vigilant, requiring document verification for everyone entering and exiting; Ann staying here would be safe.

To prevent Ann from sneaking along, Kenny and Wilder slipped into the ward right after Eli left, sticking to Ann’s side, leaving only for bathroom breaks.

Ann found it both amusing and helpless; she understood clearly that given her current physical condition, enduring a trip by car, let alone a flight to Marinia, would be a stretch.

Rather than following and causing Eli trouble, it was better to stay put and not add to his worries.

Just hoping... everything goes smoothly.

As she pondered this, drowsiness washed over her, and soon she was asleep.

Thus, she didn’t notice her phone silently light up beside her pillow, a name on the screen she’d longed for over several days.

Cyrus Hawthorne.

...

Three days later.

They say injuries to muscles and bones take a hundred days to heal, but Ann Vaughn’s recovery has always been robust—paired with copious healing potions, in less than ten days her wounds had almost fully healed.

Visitors to the hospital, witnessing firsthand her transformation from bedridden to bouncing around, couldn’t help but be amazed.

Those visiting Ann included the Lynch Family, Dean Hale, and elders from the recognition banquet—all showing care and warmth as if treating their own junior.

This left Ann in a complete daze.

But what surprised Ann more was Sylvie Lynch arriving with a fruit basket.

"From the first glance, I didn’t find you pleasing; that day I said we should compete at piano just to disgrace you. Among our peers, no one plays better than me at piano!" Sylvie remained as arrogant as ever, "Although you beat me with the guzheng, I bet if it were piano, you wouldn’t stand a chance!"

Ann remained puzzled, "... So today you came to?"

With gifts piled like a mountain on the table, Sylvie placed the fruit basket on top and huffed, "If you ever want to learn piano, come find me, I guarantee I’ll teach you better than any external teacher!"

What the heck??

Ann thought she’d misheard, "You want to teach me... piano?"

"Yes!" Sylvie tilted her chin up, "This young lady doesn’t usually teach people, but for you, I could consider it!"

"... Did you take the wrong medicine?"

Sylvie’s face showed indignation, "You’re the one who took the wrong medicine! If it weren’t for the news reporting about you risking your life for those eleven hostages, getting gravely injured, almost not making it through rescue... I wouldn’t bother with you!"

Seeing Sylvie’s flushed face, Ann chuckled, suddenly finding that this pretentious young lady wasn’t as unbearable as her exterior suggested.

She’s merely a spoiled child.

"I get it," Ann responded, deliberately, "You pity me, trying to be charitable?"

"Certainly not!" Sylvie stomped in anger, "At first, I didn’t like you, thought your intentions were impure, scheming, but now..."

"Now you think I’m selfless, different from your initial impression, so you like me?" Ann propped her cheek, raising an eyebrow.

Sylvie was so taken aback by Ann’s alluring gaze that she felt a tingling shock run down her spine, to her cheeks, turning them blood-red.

"Who who who who likes you? You shameless!!"

Throwing out this embarrassed retort, Sylvie almost fled, her retreat having a hint of a panicked escape.

Ann shook her head, laughing, recalling Sylvie’s earlier words, she picked up the phone beside her pillow to see what was going on.

How had just a few days in the hospital turned into "almost didn’t make it"??

Ann initially thought Sylvie exaggerated somewhat, but after seeing the news reports, she nearly wished she could bury herself in embarrassment.

Who came up with titles like "Most Beautiful Heroine," "Beacon of Chinese Medicine," "If angels have names, it must be Ann Vaughn"??

Even when bragging, she wouldn’t dare go this far!!