Latest News: “Diana’s bodyguard, who was believed to have suffered from memory loss, has bravely “uncovered” the truth after 27 years: “I only pretended to have memory loss to protect myself from harm. I was threatened by the perpetrator because I saw him standing behind Diana’s car at the time of the accident. The person responsible is…”?!

As of now, there is no credible evidence to support the claim that Princess Diana’s bodyguard has confessed to feigning memory loss to protect himself from threats related to the 1997 car accident. Trevor Rees-Jones, the bodyguard who survived the crash, has consistently maintained that he has limited recollection of the events due to the severe head injuries he sustained. In a 2008 testimony, he stated, “I have a memory of stopping at traffic lights and seeing a motorcycle on the right-hand side of the car… My memory then is of total confusion.”

It’s important to note that Rees-Jones underwent extensive medical treatment following the accident, including facial reconstruction, and has expressed frustration over his inability to recall the incident fully. He has also mentioned feeling pressure from various parties to remember details of the crash, but there is no verified information indicating that he pretended to have memory loss.

Given the lack of substantiated reports or official statements confirming this claim, it is advisable to approach such information with caution and rely on reputable news sources for accurate updates.

For more insight into Trevor Rees-Jones’s account, you may find the following video informative:

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