But now he was so cold to her.
Claire must be so sad.
"There is good news. Hunter's brain is normal! But…" Derek said hesitantly. "He doesn't seem to remember much about you."
He didn't restore his memory?
Claire's gaze passed Derek and looked into the ward.
In the glow of sunlight, the man on the hospital bed was flipping the newspaper in his hand with a frown, looking cold and unapproachable.
Sharp, gloomy, cold.
Spark's shadow appeared on him.
Claire was relieved instead.
It was better that he didn't remember her.
In the end, Claire still didn't enter the ward.
In the hallway, an old man walked towards her. He was in his 50s or 60s, wearing a neat suit with a majestic aura, and was standing in her way.
"Miss Claire."
Claire glanced at the old man. "What's the matter?"
The old man smiled at her. "I am Hunter's father. May I have a chat with you?"
They came to the VIP reception room.
