Chapter 812: Chapter 812 Memory Loss_1
The assistant had the person sent to the hospital, and throughout the process, Tiffany Lynch just stood aside, hugging her arms, occasionally glancing over with a look of disgust before covering her nose and walking away.
In the hospital, nurses and assistants cooperated to give Jimmy Simmons a rudimentary clean-up.
A moist towel wiped off the mud from the man’s face, and his overlong hair was combed back, finally revealing that handsome visage.
His complexion was pale, his lips chapped.
Once, Jimmy Simmons was also one for indulging in food, drinks, and fun, leading a life of luxury and debauchery, and nearly everyone in their circle knew both Jimmy Simmons and George River. Due to their youthful love for trouble and mischief, they even earned quite a few nicknames behind their backs.
When Jimmy Simmons disappeared a year ago, the Simmons family also issued a missing person notice and offered a hefty reward, but after Arnold Simmons took over the Simmons Clan, the search had been called off.
At that time, many criticized Arnold Simmons for his lack of uncle-nephew sentiment as soon as he took the helm, with George River, his good friend, going directly to the Simmons estate, ready for a confrontation.
Sadly, he was taken away by security before he even touched the hem of Arnold’s clothes, and was eventually placed under house arrest by Old Sir River.
The assistant only thought Jimmy Simmons looked familiar but couldn’t quite remember where he had seen him.
Seeing that Jimmy had been cleaned up, Tiffany Lynch promptly shooed everyone out.
Everything was developing as she had anticipated.
Jimmy Simmons had indeed lost his memory.
He had forgotten the time he spent in the mountains, not recalling that he was once just an unfortunate soul picking up trash, nor did he remember a person named Hannah.
When he opened his eyes, all he saw was Tiffany Lynch alone.
The woman, clad in a white dress, had a delicate countenance marked with worry and tension, eyes slightly red, appearing as fragile as a trembling white flower. The moment she saw him awaken, tears fell.
"Jimmy, you’ve finally come to, do you know how worried I was for you?"
Jimmy Simmons, clutching his aching head, felt as if a significant chunk had been forcibly excavated from his memory, "Tiffany, was it you who saved me?"
He only remembered the day he had confronted Arnold Simmons to demand the truth about his parents’ deaths.
He didn’t believe a word Arnold said, convinced that it was Arnold who had killed his parents. Hence, he had prepared a backup plan for the day they met, determined to ensure Arnold would not leave unscathed.
But that man, the uncle he was supposed to call, maintained an appearance of calmness, even managing to smirk and mock him, "You are as foolish as your parents."
That sentence enraged Jimmy Simmons, and the two of them came to blows.
Unfortunately, this time, Jimmy was no longer a match for Arnold.
Later, somewhere his plan went wrong, and he was the one hit by the car, rolling down the cliff.
And after that...
Jimmy Simmons, in discomfort, supported his throbbing head. The more he tried to think, the more powerless and irritable he became, wishing he could smash everything to pieces.
He had lost a significant chunk of his memory.
Even though he felt deep inside that he had lost an important memory, it seemed to dissipate into nothingness the moment he saw the tears on the woman before him.
Tiffany Lynch nodded without hesitation, acknowledging the life-saving favor, but she knew that Jimmy Simmons had lost his memory, and her words were very tactful, "When I found you, you were lying by the roadside. You looked like you had been abused. I was really worried about you, do you know that?"
As she spoke, her voice was already laced with the sound of crying, frail like a pear flower bathed in raindrops.
Perhaps a woman’s intuition is always sharp, Tiffany Lynch didn’t know if Jimmy Simmons had met anyone during the time he went missing.
