The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities-Chapter 212 - 2: I Dont Want To Lose Him A Second Time

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But now he was so cold to her.

Claire must be so sad.

“There is good news. Hunter’s brain is normal! But…” Derek said hesitantly. “He doesn’t seem to remember much about you.”

He didn’t restore his memory? 𝐟𝗿𝚎𝐞𝓌e𝒃𝑛𝒐ѵ𝒆𝑙.c𝚘𝓶

Claire’s gaze passed Derek and looked into the ward.

In the glow of sunlight, the man on the hospital bed was flipping the newspaper in his hand with a frown, looking cold and unapproachable.

Sharp, gloomy, cold.

Spark’s shadow appeared on him.

Claire was relieved instead.

It was better that he didn’t remember her.

In the end, Claire still didn’t enter the ward.

In the hallway, an old man walked towards her. He was in his 50s or 60s, wearing a neat suit with a majestic aura, and was standing in her way.

“Miss Claire.”

Claire glanced at the old man. “What’s the matter?”

The old man smiled at her. “I am Hunter’s father. May I have a chat with you?”

They came to the VIP reception room.

The old man sat down opposite her. From his facial features, one could tell he must have been very handsome when he was young.

Simon Johnson.

In the entire Ye Kingdom, this was a household name. He had been very powerful in both military and business circles since he was young.

Although he was old, there was something majestic about him.

“Miss Claire, how much do you know about Hunter?”

Was he here to sound her out?

Claire didn’t bother to beat about the bush. “Everything. Just ask me what you want to know.”

Simon smiled. He liked this girl’s style.

“Two years ago, my son returned from abroad but had a car accident. When I sent my son to the Life-Death Sect, my car accidentally ran into him. He pulled my sleeve and said that he must not die. At that moment, I remembered that my son had looked at me the same way when he was dying, so I saved him. In the end, my son died. At that time, many forces coveted the Johnsons’ properties, and the news of the death of the Johnsons’ successor could not be known to the outside world. Therefore, I let him live as my son.”

All doubts were answered at this moment.

The real Hunter Johnson had died.

Spark lived as Hunter Johnson.

Claire didn’t speak.

At this moment, Simon leaned over and lowered his head. “I know his identity is not simple, but since he has forgotten his past, he doesn’t have to remember it anymore. Although two years ago, I let him live as my son for personal benefits, I’ve regarded him as my own son. Miss Claire, I have lost my son once, and I don’t want to lose him a second time, so let him live in peace, please!”

His words were sincere and pleading.

Claire had no reason to refuse.

After all, this was the best choice.

Claire got up from the sofa. “First of all, let him withdraw from the special effects medicine project. And most importantly, there are two people he must avoid, Ethan Muller and Bert Horton.”

Simon looked up at her. “I see.”

Claire said no more and walked towards the door.

Although Gallon tried to stop her, she was still discharged from the hospital and Hunter continued to stay in the hospital for observation.

“I bet you’ll regret it. Don’t cry to me if you have sequelae!”

Claire was lying on the sofa and glanced at Gallon. “Did you take Jacob with you on the day when we were at the beach?”

Gallon nodded. “Yes, I couldn’t just watch you die.”

“Thank you.” Claire looked down at her watch and found that the time was up. She stood up. “I’m leaving.”

Gallon looked blank. “It’s so late. Where are you going? Stay overnight here.”

Claire didn’t speak, picked up her school bag, and left.

She came to the hospital, avoided the nurse on duty, and fumbled into Hunter’s ward.

In fact, she would come over every night these days.

She didn’t want to bother him during the day, so she would come at night to make sure he was safe and sound before leaving again.