ra felt a warm glow in her heart. "I miss you too. Have you been wearing those slippers I got you?"


    "Yeah, I have."


    They shared a few more sweet words before she hung up. She was really worn out now and just wanted to head home and get some sleep. Tomorrow, she had a meeting at the Dawson Corporation for a project, and she couldn''t help but wonder how Jackson nned to make things difficult for her this time.


    She made her way to Simon''s hospital room, and that''s when she truly saw the extent of his injuries. Some were old scars from thest time the Ferguson family had punished him, but many were fresh wounds from thetest ordeal.


    From his neck down to his waist, there was barely an inch of skin untouched, showing just how harshly he''d been treated. And yet, he''d still managed to drag himself over to the Ferguson Corporation to see her?


    In that moment, ra''s resentment towards him melted away. At the end of the day, he was just a spoiled young man, unustomed to hardship, easily influenced by what others said.


    She turned to the doctor, "Are all his wounds taken care of? Is he out of danger?"


    The doctor wiped the sweat off his brow. "We''ve treated them, but this young man is incredibly reckless. If we''re not careful, he sneaks off, and the nurses looking after him have been scolded by Mrs. Pan multiple times. Ms. ra, if he''ll listen to anyone, it''ll be you. Please talk to him. Infections are no joke, and if he gets tetanus, it''ll be a real problem."


    ra gave a small smile. "Alright, I''ll have a word with him tomorrow."


    Just as she finished speaking, Simon woke up, his eyes a bit dazed.


    "ra, don''t go. I''ve got something to tell you."


    Ever since she lost her memory, ra found him quite annoying, but seeing him so weak now, any anger she had just faded away.


    "Go on, hurry up, I need to get some sleep."


    Simon felt a bit hurt but quickly swallowed it down.


    "It''s about your car ident. Remember I told you the driver''s identity had been erased? Once that''s done, they''re like a ghost, no traceable info. I had a hunch that the driver''s identity was bought. I know someone with the right connections, and they managed to find a tiny lead on the buyer."


    Seeing him struggle to speak, ra poured him a ss of water.


    Simon''s eyes lit up. ra still cared about him; she still couldn''t let go!


    He took a sip, remembering how she used to make him ravioli when he was hungry, or bring him soup when he had stomach aches at night, and how he never appreciated it back then.


    The more he thought about it, the sadder he felt, almost on the verge of tears. ra, waiting for him to continue, turned and noticed tears falling into his cup. She was a bit amused. "Simon, really? A ss of water got you all emotional?" Simon sniffed and set the cup down. "No, it''s just the pain from my wounds. It''s unbearable."


    "Want me to call the doctor for a painkiller?"


    "No need, I can tough it out. Anyway, back to the point. You might not grasp this fully with your memory loss, but buying an identity is a hush-hush thing. The government runs censuses, but the people doing them aren''t experts, so some extra identities slip through and can be bought. These identities can be used to give someone a clean te, a fresh start. That''s what happened with the driver who hit you. His identity was erased, which means his job is done. The buyer is in the capital, but I''m sure it wasn''t one of the big families."


    Simon had mentioned before that erasing someone''s identity took some serious influence, but now he was saying it wasn''t the work of one of the big families.