His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 397

Jonathan woke up to find himself lying in a hospital bed.

His memories were a mess—fragmented, with nothing but blank spaces no matter how hard he tried to recall.

How did he end up here?

He had no idea.

There was simply nothing—just a void.

The last thing he remembered was last night: following Niamh’s car through the city, tracking her every turn, right up until she got into Elmer’s ride.

His stomach had been killing him; he’d doubled over the steering wheel, clutching his gut.

Did he pass out from the pain, or just drift off to sleep? Jonathan couldn’t say.

All night, he’d stayed in his car, parked not far from Niamh’s home.

He barely managed to lift his eyelids.

The hospital room door opened with a soft knock. A nurse walked in.

“Excuse me…” Jonathan’s voice came out so weak it startled him.

“Who brought me here?”

The nurse tilted her head, thinking for a moment before answering. “I’m not sure. She just said she was passing by and didn’t know you…”

“Passing by…”

Jonathan frowned, pressing further, “Was it a man or a woman?”

The nurse hesitated. “It… it was a man.”

The faint hope in Jonathan’s eyes vanished; his frown deepened.

“Alright. Thank you.”

After the nurse left, Jonathan closed his eyes again. He couldn’t even begin to name the emotion twisting inside him.

Not long after, the door opened again. This time it was Prescott, accompanied by a few bodyguards and house staff.

“How did you know I was here?” Jonathan asked, puzzled.

“The hospital called me,” Prescott replied, catching the disappointment flickering across Jonathan’s face.

“How did they even get your number?”

“That I don’t know.”

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