The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Why was the little thing so thin?

She was really skinny.

He could even feel the bones of her body clearly.

Her slender waist could be held completely with just one palm of his hand. It seemed that he could break her waist with very little effort.

An angry gleam flickered in Hunter’s eyes and he asked coldly. “What do you usually eat?”

How could she be so thin?

Claire said impatiently, “It’s none of your business.”

With that, she kicked the man’s knee and took the opportunity to break free. She turned around, and rushed into the hospital.

On the way back.

Hunter was holding his forehead. His face was gloomy, and the atmosphere in the car was dreary, almost suffocating.

He took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

Soon, a young man’s hoarse and sleepy voice came from the other end. “Hunter? I’m sleeping…”

Hunter roared. “Sleep, sleep, are you a pig?!”

Derek was awakened instantly.

Oh my god…

Why did Hunter throw a tantrum suddenly? He didn’t seem to have done anything to piss him off?

Hunter took a deep breath and tried to restrain his anger. “Tell me what the little thing usually eats at school.”

“Huh? You mean your fiancée?” Derek thought for a while and smiled embarrassedly. “Well, I have never paid attention to it…”

Hunter was so angry that he scolded him harshly. “You didn’t even pay attention to that?! Did you forget why I sent you to school?!”

Derek muttered aggrievedly. “Did you send me to school to supervise your fiancée…”

“From tomorrow, take a note of what the little thing eats and report to me.” Hunter coldly ordered him.

Before Derek could respond, he hung up the phone and threw it aside irritably.

He rubbed the place between his brows and said to Mr. Hopkins who was driving back. “Check if the Smiths are abusing her.”

Mr. Hopkins glanced at Hunter through the rearview mirror, hesitating. “Well… I don’t think they’d go that far.”

“Not go that far?” Hunter snapped angrily. “Didn’t you see that the little thing is so skinny?!”

“…”

Yes, Claire was thin, but definitely not skinny…

Hunter looked out of the car window, narrowed his deep dark eyes, and muttered. “The little thing is fragile and timid. Whenever she is bullied, she will only hide and cry.”

Mr. Hopkins was dumbfounded. Was the Young Master talking about Miss Claire?

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On the other side, Evans was sent to the ICU for observation.

Soon, Sheldon hurried to the hospital.

“How is my grandpa now?”

He had gone to attend a medical lecture in another city, so he didn’t attend the banquet.

Ada wiped her tears and said, “It’s okay. Your grandpa is already out of danger.”

“Brother!” Phoebe rushed into Sheldon’s arms.

Sheldon hugged her tightly and softly comforted her. “I know you’re scared, but luckily, Grandpa is fine…”

The next morning, Evans was transferred to a general ward and didn’t wake up until the evening.

Ada was taking care of him alone.

Soon, she came out of the room. Phoebe came up to her and was about to ask her only to see that Ada’s gaze crossed over and rested on Claire who was next to her.

“Claire, Your grandpa wants to see you.”

Phoebe’s face stiffened and she couldn’t believe what she heard.

In the ward

Lying weakly on the hospital bed, Evans had taken off the breathing mask. His pale face looked even older than before.

Claire put her hands into her pockets. She was leaning lazily against the door, and didn’t approach him.

Evans slowly opened his eyes, looked at her with his muddy eyes, and said weakly, “I heard… you saved me…”