The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities
/ The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 183 – Erase His Memory
“When Edwin was born, his mother died of dystocia, so his father blamed him for this incident. Since childhood, he was beaten and scolded all the time, living in a small storage room. His life was worse than a servant, but his brother grew up pampered and indulged and was the apple of his father's eye.
When he was ten years old, his brother died in order to save him. Since then, his father hated his guts and felt that he was a bane, a scourge. So, he forced Edwin to live in place of his brother and changed his name to Bill.
His father was a nobleman of Yu Kingdom and wanted to seize the imperial power. He took him to the Ye Kingdom to participate in the special medicine project. His father hid behind, leaving the dangerous work to his son. That's really sad.”
Paul once said Bill was pitiful.
Now Claire finally understood what he had meant.
The dark clouds rolled outside the window and the sky looked terribly gloomy.
Paul was lying on the hospital bed with a sickly pale face, as fragile as a porcelain doll.
Master said that he had passed the dangerous period, but he was still weak.
Bill sat beside him peeling an apple. Then he handed the peeled apple to his mouth and ordered him forcefully. “Eat it.”
Paul didn't eat it but raised his hand laboriously, grabbed Bill's cuff, and looked at him with expectant and pleading eyes.
“Master… when I am healed, let's get out of here…”
He was too scared.
If he hadn't blocked the bullet this time, the injured one would have been his master.
He didn't want his master to always remain in danger.
He just wanted to stay away from these disputes. It would be nice wherever he went with his master, as long as they stayed away from this chaos.
Bill narrowed his eyes and said in a cold voice, “Are you kidding me?”
Paul became anxious. His eyes turned moist, and he was out of breath. “Master… he never regards you as his son, but just as a sharp knife. If you go on like this, you will die…”
“You aren't in a place to order me. I don't want to hear it a second time.” With a clang, Bill threw the apple into the trash can, stood up, and walked outside the door.
Leaving the ward, he leaned against the wall, breathing heavily, covering his face with his palms.
Since childhood, when he was beaten and scolded by his father, he always wanted to escape. Since he started to live in place of his elder brother, the name Bill trapped him like a chain, and he couldn't go anywhere.
Paul was discharged early.
Claire rushed to the Garcias' house with the antidote.
As soon as she entered the house, she saw Bill standing on the stairs with a strange man beside him.
The man tilted his head, his side face chiseled and exceptionally handsome, and his eyes were covered with white silk.
Was he a member of the Menglai Clan?
She had seen him at that charity dinner last time.
Bill turned his head to look at Claire and said, “Thank you, but I don't need the antidote anymore. The Menglai clan will help me.”
Claire clenched the glass bottle in her hand, and there was a burst of anger in her heart.
She wanted to exchange the antidote for the antibody serum.
But, she was a step late.
Bill and the man walked into the room.
Paul had fallen into a coma, his lips were slightly purple, and the poison began to erode his body.
The man walked to the bed, opened Paul's mouth, and stuffed a bug in it.
The bug quickly crawled into his abdominal cavity along his throat.
Soon, Paul suddenly opened his eyes and began to vomit hard. The bug fell out of his mouth to the ground, struggled for a while and died.
Paul clutched his chest, panting desperately, and looked at Bill blankly. “Master…”
Bill only glanced at him and asked the man in front of him. “I heard that you have the ability to erase people's memories?”
Paul grabbed the quilt and suddenly had a bad feeling.
What did he mean?
In the next second, he saw his master looking at him with a terrifyingly cold expression. “Help me erase his memory about me.”
Chapter end
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