The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities-Chapter 211 - Gods Organization Was Created By You

Claire came to Noah’s residence and rang the doorbell.

Noah opened the door, somewhat surprised. “Why did you come to me suddenly?”

Claire narrowed her eyes and looked at her. She was more mature and experienced than three years ago.

“I have a few things to ask you.”

“Come in.” Noah led Claire into the house and went to the kitchen to make a pot of tea.

Claire sat down on the sofa and followed Noah’s figure with a probing gaze. “Three years ago, why did you kidnap me from my home and take me to the desert in the East Continent?”

Snap!

The teacup slipped from Noah’s hand, fell to the ground, and smashed to pieces.

She looked at Claire incredulously, looking a little excited. “You… remember everything?”

“Yes.” Claire leaned back, her voice cold. “I need to know the entire truth now.”

Noah frowned with a puzzled look. “But, do you remember that it was you who asked me six years ago to take you from the West Continent to the barren desert of the East Continent three years later, and that the gods organization was created by you six years ago?”

“Are you crazy?” Claire stood up with a jerk. “Six years ago? Do you know how old I was six years ago?!”

“I know this sounds highly unreasonable, but this is the truth.” Noah looked at Claire from head to toe. “The way you looked six years ago is no different from the current you.”

Judging from her expression, she didn’t seem to be lying.

But Claire still wouldn’t believe such absurd words.

“There’s one more thing.” Claire pulled open the collar and pointed to her chest. “Spark and I are both planted with the Co-existent Bewitching Bug. What do you know about it?”

“Bert planted it in you two.” Speaking of the name, Noah gnashed her teeth and said, “Back then, Emperor You rushed back to the East Continent, only to find that this bug had been planted in him. Ethan threatened him with your life, telling him that if he died, you would die too, and then tortured him in every possible way. For the sake of you remaining alive, he had to live.”

Claire’s heart tingled. “Torture?”

“I only found out later. They beat him with prickly leather whips, broke his leg bone inch by inch with hammers, hid needles in his food, cut his flesh with knives, and poured boiling water on the wounds, scalding his flesh to the bone.”

These words penetrated Claire’s ears, cutting her heart like a sharp blade. She opened her mouth but couldn’t hear her own voice.

“How long was he… tortured for…”

Noah took a deep breath. “Six months. Six months later, I rescued him out of there. At that time, he had already had a nervous breakdown. He couldn’t recognize anyone, and didn’t allow anyone to approach him. The only thing he wanted was to see you, so I took him to the West Continent. He hid in a distance and looked at you, but just in that place, he suddenly disappeared.”

He had come to see her?

Could it be…

Claire suddenly remembered that in the autumn two years ago, she met a beggar at the door of her house. It was Spark!

Claire covered her face with her hands.

They finally met but she couldn’t recognize him! She took him… as a beggar.

When Claire left Noah’s residence, the setting sun fell from the horizon, and Claire’s eyes turned sour.

Every scar on his body was a testament of his love for her.

Hospital ward.

Derek was peeling an apple and suddenly shouted. “Claire is here!”

Hunter was holding a financial newspaper in his hand. He tilted his head slightly, and saw Claire standing at the door. He had no response. His eyes looked alienated and indifferent. He quickly looked away and continued to focus on the newspaper.

Derek hurriedly ran to the door.

Claire asked, “How is he?”

“Hunter is fine.” Derek smiled awkwardly. In the past, every time Hunter saw Claire, he ran to her faster than a dog.