The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities
/ The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 225 – Go To The Hospital To Visit Her
Chapter 225: Go To The Hospital To Visit Her
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Wayne kicked Joe's ass. “You just think about the game. You don't care about Claire at all.”
Joe scratched the back of his head and laughed awkwardly.
Soon, Derek also rushed to the hospital.
He went to check his arm first, and when he came out, he happened to run into Jack.
Jack stared at his arm. “Yo, how's your arm?”
Derek said huffily, “Can't you see it? I can barely even move it. I asked you to find a few people to put on a play but they beat me so hard!”
“Okay, okay, I've scolded them.” Jack put his arm around Derek's shoulders and walked to the ward. “Has your relationship with Mr. Walker warmed up?”
Thinking of that kiss, Derek felt his throat inexplicably dry. “Ahem… a little bit.”
“Isn't this what you wanted? Just arouse his sense of guilt with your arm.”
They went back to the ward.
The four of them sat down around the hospital bed and turned on the laptop at the same time.
Claire said, “I registered a new account. Friend me. Search for Little Monster.”
The others were taken aback. “Little… Little Monster?”
There was no emotion on Claire's face. “I didn't bother to think about a name. The system automatically generated it.”
The others searched for Little Monster on the computer, friend the user, and clicked on her homepage, only to see Claire's avatar wearing a colorful Afro.
Damn, Claire was unique in her aesthetics.
While dressing up the avatar, Claire said, “It's more difficult to operate a game on a laptop than on a cell phone, and coordination is much more important as well. You should practice APM first because you're too slow in aiming and shooting. I've sent you a link.”
A message popped up on everyone's screens.
Claire said slowly, “This is a virtual game interface I made. You can practice aiming and shooting on it. Don't start actual combat until you're ready.”
Endless keyboard tapping sounds echoed in the ward.
Derek shuttled among the others, delivering apples, bananas, and water.
“Are you hungry?”
“Thirsty?”
“What would you like to eat?”
At the same time, the Johnsons' house.
Mr. Hopkins nagged in Hunter's ear. “Go to the hospital to visit Miss Claire, please. She has suffered so many injuries.”
From the time Miss Claire was hospitalized, Mr. Johnson hadn't shown up. Miss Claire must be so disappointed.
Hunter raised his eyes and looked at Mr. Hopkins coldly. “She ran into my car herself, and now you want me to visit her? Are you kidding me?”
“Miss Claire didn't do it intentionally. She might have been careless. Anyway, it was our car that hit her. You…”
“Okay!” Hunter couldn't bear it anymore and slammed the file to the table. “I'm going. Don't nag me anymore!”
Mr. Hopkins was overjoyed. “I will prepare the car right away.”
He ran out of the study, while Hunter continued to look through the information on the special effect medicine project and finally found a clue.
Hunter drove to the hospital a little while later.
In the hospital corridor, Mr. Hopkins twittered. “Be nice to Miss Claire. Don't say anything mean to her. By the way…”
While he said so, Hunter abruptly stopped in front of him, and his handsome face became gloomy.
Mr. Hopkins didn't know what was going on and followed his gaze.
He finally saw Claire lean against the bed in the ward, surrounded by five young men, one of whom was Derek.
What… what was going on here?
Hunter narrowed his eyes and stared in the direction of the ward. A gleam of anger flickered in his dark eyes. In the next second, he turned around and left. His footsteps were so fast that even a gust of wind was stirred up.
Mr. Hopkins hurriedly followed him.. “Mr. Johnson, are you not going in?”
Chapter end
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