Chapter 815: Chapter 815 Who is it_1
"Mr. Jimmy Simmons’ body is very weak; he must not have had a proper meal for a long time. Although the wound on his leg doesn’t look severe, it has, after all, reached the bone. Therefore, it would be best for him to use a wheelchair for the time being."
Soon after Jimmy awoke, he contacted the Simmons family and was directly transferred to the luxury ward of a private hospital.
Despite the current infighting within the Simmons family, he is the rightful heir, especially since Arnold "has died."
If all goes well, he will take over all the affairs of the Simmons family and become the new patriarch.
However, upon hearing that he would have to use a wheelchair in the future, Jimmy showed immense irritability in his eyes, full of resistance.
Even if it was for only a short period, he couldn’t accept being confined to a wheelchair.
Whenever he thought of the culprit who had caused his injuries still being at large, a cold frost seemed to cover his face, and he commanded the people around him, "Have someone looked into who ran into me?"
Though he had been missing for a year, his parents had left behind a number of trustworthy people for Jimmy. However, after such a long time and under Arnold’s suppression, very few remained.
Hank Ward was the most loyal of them all and had never given up searching for Jimmy’s whereabouts.
Thinking of this, Jimmy felt a surge of anger.
"Young Master, we have sent people to investigate, but that particular road is isolated, and the surveillance cameras were damaged, so we haven’t found any information," Hank reported.
"Useless!"
Jimmy smashed a glass cup at his side, his eyes brimming with a fierce aura, "Such a trivial matter and yet you can’t handle it. Continue looking into it. If I find out who hit me, I will make them pay with their life!"
The esteemed Eldest Young Master Simmons had never endured such humiliation. If not for Tiffany, he might have died on the roadside, unknown and unnoticed.
That person had better pray they never get discovered by him, or else...
The man’s smile carried a chilling coldness.
"Yes."
Hank nodded respectfully, not daring to delay for even a moment.
Just as he pushed the door open, he saw Tiffany Lynch, who had been standing outside for God knows how long, with a stiff expression and a faint trace of panic, holding a pink thermal lunch box in her hands.
Perhaps due to his line of work, Hank did not miss the fleeting panic in Tiffany’s eyes.
It was less panic and more like guilt.
Though Hank harbored doubts in his heart, he still addressed her without emotion, "Miss Lynch."
Tiffany came back to her senses, aware that the man before her was one of Jimmy’s people, and her attitude was fairly good.
Just as she was considering how to adjust her expression, a man’s voice came from inside, "Is it Tiffany who’s come?"
As the words ended, a smile immediately appeared on Tiffany’s face, her lips curved with a gentle touch, masking the panic and guilt in her eyes.
Hank didn’t dwell on his suspicions any longer. He suppressed the brief doubt and promptly left the hospital.
Jimmy took the thermal lunch box from Tiffany’s hands as usual, "Tiffany, you don’t have to deliver food for me every day; I have people here to take good care of me."
Tiffany Lynch smiled slightly, with a somewhat distracted air, "I just don’t trust others, and besides..."
As she spoke, she lowered her head and sighed, "Besides, I don’t have much else to do right now."
Jimmy furrowed his brow, recalling the grievances Tiffany had shared with him before, and immediately guessed, "Is it Hannah Winter targeting you again?"
