Chapter 515 The staff looked somewhat hesitant and instinctively glanced at Aaron. Aaron glanced at Jason, leaning against the head of the bed, noticing his eyelashes twitch slightly. Quickly. Aaron spoke up, âGive it to her.â
The staff hurriedly handed Jasonâs birth certificate to Ada. She took it and began verifying the essential information. She was also worried that Jason might try to deceive her by bringing someone with the same identity to marry her instead. She had been smart all her life; how could she allow herself to be tricked now? If Jason dared to deceive her, she would immediately end Timothyâs life. They would both be doomed!
Ada quickly scanned the information in the document, and the address and date of birth matched. However, she wasnât entirely sure about the last four digits of the elevenâdigit identification number.
Jasonâs identification number had always been kept confidential. She only glimpsed it once and vaguely remembered it ending in â4682. That fleeting glance hadnât been apparent. She wondered, âIt should be 4082, right? And the birth certificate also listed 4682. There shouldnât be any mistake.â
Upon receiving Aaronâs subtle signal, the City Hall official quickly urged, âMiss Ada, oh no, I mean Mrs. Wilson, we have an urgent meeting to attend shortly. Could you please expedite this?â
Adaâs suspicion gradually faded. After returning the birth certificate to the staff, she nodded and said, âLetâs beginâ
âAlright.â
Jason, lying on the bed, pretending to rest with closed eyes, couldnât help but smirk inwardly. He had always known Ada misremembered his identification number, so he confidently allowed Eric to proceed with the switcheroo plan. Misreading 4662 as 4652 would lead to her downfall, which would be gruesome. He had prepared a special gift for her, and he was eagerly anticipating it. It would indeed be unforgettable for her for the rest of her life.
Claire stumbled into a regular ward on the fifth floor of Brison Hospital. When she saw the disheveled man lying on the bed like a puddle of mud, she rushed to his side and burst into tears. âLucas, what happened to you! Why are you so badly injured?â
Lucas stared blankly at the ceiling, looking like he had lost his soul. Perhaps due to years of living recklessly and indulging in vices, he shouldnât have, he appeared disheveled and worn out. Despite being just in his thirties, his weathered appearance made him seem much older, like someone in their fifties or sixties.
Seeing her sonâs vacant stare, Claire gripped his wrist tightly. She felt a warm, almost hot sensation on her fingertips and instinctively looked down. When she saw the bones protruding from his wrist, she screamed, âLâLucas, how did you become like this?â
The intense pain jolted Lucas out of his stupor. His unfocused pupils gradually regained clarity, and his features contorted with agony. He cast a hateful and vicious glare at Claire, his lips moving as he spat our harsh and obscure words: âThey said you ordered to cripple me to protect that womanâs child. Youâre such a great mother to me, arenât you?â
Claire was stunned momentarily, then quickly shook her head. âNo, thatâs not how it happened. I sent Sophia to Jasonâs bed. He promised to save you.
âSave me?â Laras scoffed. âWhat you wanted to save was that womanâs son, right? After all, you always said I was a lost cause.
If you had a choice. youâd prefer me dead Too bad that woman isnât carrying my child. Your dream as a grandmother is shattered.â
Claire widened her eyes in disbelief and looked at him incredulously. âWâWhat did you say? That woman isnât carrying your child?â