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

Chapter 212: I Don’t Want To Lose Him A Second Ti

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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 rember much about you.”

He didn’t restore his mory?

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 rember 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 ca to the VIP reception room.

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

Simon Johnson.

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

Although he was old, there was sothing 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 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 mont, I rembered that my son had looked at the sa way when he was dying, so I saved him. In the end, my son died. At that ti, 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 mont.

The real Hunter Johnson had died.

Spark lived as Hunter Johnson.

Claire didn’t speak.

At this mont, 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 rember 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 ti, 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 dicine 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 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 ti 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 ca to the hospital, avoided the nurse on duty, and fumbled into Hunter’s ward.

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

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