His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 737

Seeing Jonathan try to get out of bed, the doctors and nurses rushed to stop him, but he pushed them away. “Mr. Thomas, you can’t be moving around right now…” “Mr. Thomas, you haven’t recovered yet.” Jonathan ignored their pleas.

He had just woken up, his body far from healed, and the moment he got out of bed, he collapsed to the floor. The medical staff scrambled to help him up and move him to a private room.

In the room, Sprague, Marigold, and Prescott were all there. Clifford was absent. Jonathan lay weakly on the bed, his consciousness drifting in and out.

“Jonathan, do you have any idea how worried your mother and I were? You practically came back from the dead.” “That’s right, Jonathan. You can’t be reckless anymore. You need to rest and let your body heal.” Sprague and Marigold’s voices swirled around him, making him feel inexplicably agitated.

“Dad, Mom… where’s Niamh? How is she?” Jonathan had heard from the doctors that he’d been unconscious for a month. Where had Niamh been all this time? What had she been doing?

In his last memories of the street race, Niamh hadn't fallen into the Lethe River, so she couldn't have been as badly injured as he was. “Tell me, where is Niamh?”

Sprague watched Jonathan weakly raise a hand, his own gaze turning cold. “You need to rest. Stop worrying about other people’s business.” “Dad…” “How did my son become such a lovesick fool? I told you to rest, so rest.” With that, he turned and left, and Marigold followed.

Only Jonathan and Prescott remained in the room. Though conscious, Jonathan was still incredibly weak, his face pale and heart-wrenching to look at. “Mr. Thomas, you should get some sleep.”

“You won’t tell me how Niamh is either?” Prescott flinched, seeing the clear blame in Jonathan’s eyes. “Don’t forget who hired you.”

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