His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 414

“What’s going on with Jonathan?”

Clifford turned to Sprague, but Sprague just shook his head, just as confused.

They called Prescott in. Prescott didn’t dare hide anything from Clifford and Sprague—he knew Jonathan had gone to pick up Niamh.

Originally, Jonathan had ordered Prescott to fetch Niamh himself, but then he’d changed his mind at the last minute, and Prescott had no idea why.

“You’re telling me Jonathan went to get Niamh himself?” Sprague’s voice rose, disbelief clear in his tone.

To him, the whole thing was incredible—and more than a little ominous.

But Clifford saw things entirely differently. News that Jonathan had personally driven to pick up Niamh seemed to light a spark in his eyes.

“How long has Jonathan been gone?” Clifford asked.

Prescott hesitated, worry creasing his brow. Judging by the time, Jonathan should have been back with Niamh long ago.

Suddenly, Clifford’s assistant came rushing over, panic written all over his face. Catching Clifford’s warning glare, however, he forced himself to look composed.

No matter what happened—even if the sky was falling—the Thomas Group had to keep up appearances in front of their clients.

Leaning in, the assistant whispered urgently in Clifford’s ear. Clifford’s face immediately changed.

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At the hospital, Jonathan finally regained consciousness.

The first thing he saw were Clifford, Sprague, Marigold, Preston, and Marina, all gathered around his bed, eyes filled with a mixture of concern and relief.

Sprague rarely agreed with Marigold, but when it came to calling Niamh a jinx, he had to admit she had a point.

“She’s out in the hallway,” Sprague said at last.

Jonathan’s eyes flickered open. For someone so badly injured, that sudden intensity was impossible to miss.

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Out in the hallway, Niamh sat perfectly still, as if she were carved from stone. Maybe it was just the hush of the hospital, but she seemed to blend right into the silence.

She sat on the bench outside Jonathan’s room, hands tightly clasped in her lap.

It was a scene that pulled her back in time—to another day, years ago, when she’d waited exactly like this, perched outside a hospital room, anxious and alone, praying for Jonathan to wake up.