"Yes, Madam, please rest assured." Mrs. Lynch responded promptly, following Laura Quinn’s instructions, she put a small packet of something into the milk, and then carried it upstairs.
Laura Quinn watched Mrs. Lynch complete all of this with her own eyes, then turned and left with satisfaction, carrying her bag.
Ann Vaughn had just finished her bath and, upon seeing the hot milk on the table, knew it was prepared by Mrs. Lynch.
Although the smell was strange, she didn’t want to disappoint Mrs. Lynch’s care for her, so she would always drink it up.
After finishing the milk, Ann Vaughn took out a needle kit she had hidden at the bottom of her suitcase.
A row of neatly arranged golden needles glinted with a cold light, and Ann Vaughn sadly brushed over them.
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When she discovered that Cyrus Hawthorne was the little brother, she had countless thoughts, excited and ecstatic, wanting to live out every future she had fantasized over these fifteen years with him.
Having children, growing old together.
But she never thought that he would fall in love with Cynthia Vaughn and had long forgotten her.
A one-sided marriage is futile, and a child born in such an environment would not be happy.
So she had to prevent herself from getting pregnant; this method wouldn’t harm her body and required only three applications.
After the acupuncture, Ann Vaughn looked over the secret medical manual her grandfather left her, growing increasingly regretful as she read.
She grew up by her grandfather’s side; the golden needle and unique medical skills her parents and sister couldn’t inherit were all passed on to her, and he even left a small clinic in The Imperial Capital as her coming-of-age gift.
But her parents always looked down on traditional medicine and exalted Western medicine; when her grandfather passed, she was still a minor, and her parents sold the small clinic without her consent.
Nowadays, traditional medicine is in decline, and people consider it a scourge terribly exploited by fame-seekers, nearly drained of its final worth and drawing contempt.
The Vaughn Family was ; the Hawthorne Family even more so.
What could she do to live up to her grandfather’s expectations...
Ann Vaughn had barely woken up when she received a call from the current owner of the small clinic.
"Miss Vaughn, I plan to emigrate next month; if you still want to buy this clinic, I can give you priority consideration, but as for the price..."
Ann Vaughn was so excited she almost jumped up, trying her best to steady her voice, "The price is not an issue; please hold it for me, I’ll come over right now to discuss it in person!"
She had waited so long, almost thinking she would never have the chance to buy back her grandfather’s clinic, yet unexpectedly, things took a sudden turn!
Ann Vaughn didn’t dare delay; she quickly freshened up and went out.
The current owner of the clinic was also a practitioner of traditional medicine; he had bought it back then because the traditional medicine industry had great prospects at the time, but now he couldn’t keep it running.
Back then, the clinic sold for only a million, but now Ann Vaughn needed three million to buy it back.
Ann Vaughn’s heart skipped a beat; after a long pause, she pleaded, "Could you please give me one week? I’ll gather the money as soon as possible."
"I can only give you three days; I have a pile of matters waiting to deal with, where do I find so much time to wait for you?"
"Three days are enough; I appreciate it!" Ann Vaughn took a deep breath, thanking him.
No matter what, she had to try.
Ann Vaughn returned to the Hawthorne Family in a hurry to add up all her assets. Despite saving diligently over the years, she had only managed to save one and a half million, still over half less than needed.
She didn’t have a job; the Hawthorne Family thought her involvement in traditional medicine brought them shame; she couldn’t ask them for help, nor could she let them find out.
Just then, Mrs. Lynch came upstairs to call Ann Vaughn, "Young Madam, the Old Master is here."
"Grandfather is here?" Ann Vaughn snapped out of her thoughts, surprised upon hearing this. Old Master Hawthorne resided in a manor in the suburbs for peace and wouldn’t normally come to The Hawthorne Residence.
She quickly tidied up her things and went downstairs.
As she reached the staircase, she heard the sound of an argument coming from the living room.
"Grandfather, I don’t love Ann Vaughn at all." Cyrus Hawthorne said, sitting in a single sofa with a slightly cold demeanor, his brows showing some weariness.