Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

Chapter 217: Living People Cause Trouble

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When Alexander Summers returned, Purple Summers was waiting for him on the steps of the colonial-style pavilion. With knees drawn up to her chest, she looked like a homeless spirit, pitiful in every sense.

Her thick black hair was spread out, trailing all the way down to the ground. Her skin was porcelain white, and her large eyes were hollow, absent of any vitality. She had an absentminded expression, not even reacting to Alexander when he approached.

Alexander found her state deeply distressing, so he quickly embraced her.

The chilliness of her skin made him not only distressing but also angry. In a deep voice he scolded, “Why are you sitting outside clothed like this? Do you not care for your life?”

Purple reached up to lightly press a finger to his lips, indicating him to remain silent. Her fingers, too, were icy cold.

Purple led Alexander to the back of the house.

A male corpse was still lying there. Terrified of the shimmering golden light emanating from the body, Purple didn’t dare approach too closely. She stood from a distance and began explaining to Alexander, “I didn’t know he would fall to his death…”

She wanted to explain every detail, but her tongue felt too heavy to speak.

Alexander slipped off his coat and wrapped it around her, encasing her in his embrace, “I know everything.”

He had rushed back home after receiving Purple’s call, and along the way, he had reviewed the surveillance footage of their home. He knew exactly what had transpired.

He also saw how Purple had strangely collapsed beside the man, then, a moment later, quite bizarrely sat up again.

A blaze of anger surged through him. This person he loved and nurtured had been traumatized in such a way by this idiotic man. Alexander was infuriated, wishing he could dismember the man sprawled on the ground.

He carried Purple back into the house, filled a bathtub with hot water, and swiftly undressed her before placing her in the hot water.

Her long, thick black hair was immersed in the water, swirling elegantly around her snow-white body, a combination of black and white that made her look like a fairy beneath the water. But Alexander didn’t have the luxury of appreciating her beauty, all he felt was concern.

“Don’t be scared, I’ll take care of the rest.” He whispered, gently caressing her cold cheek before turning to leave.

Purple wanted to say that she was not afraid.

But her body had frozen up, making it hard for her to even open and close her mouth.

Forget it… let him think that I’m scared. Any normal girl would be scared in a situation like this.

So thought Purple, as she sank a little deeper into the water.

She was just… numb.

Just like wearing an uncomfortable pair of shoes. No matter how you adjust your steps, you simply cannot walk naturally.

Purple was experiencing something similar.

She gently touched her chest, feeling her sluggish heartbeat, and the slow flow of blood in her veins.

Her feeling of coldness stemmed not merely from the low temperatures of the winter night, but also from the chilling of her blood.

The hot water had helped her regain some warmth, but it wasn’t enough. Purple felt like she really needed a good rest…

As Alexander’s was descending the stairs, Zack Wallace made his entrance.

“Has it been taken care of?” Alexander asked. His expression was somber, clearly in a bad mood.

Zack Wallace responded even more cautiously in a lowered voice, “He didn’t die, he hit his head on a rock when he fell. Unluckily for him, it was right on his temple, which led to him passing out. If he is sent for emergency treatment, he might survive.”

If he isn’t sent for treatment, all he could do was just wait for his inevitable death.

Alexander didn’t have the kindness to save the man. A scum like him, even a hundred deaths would not suffice to vent Alexander’s anger.

“Tell your men to clean it up,” he said with furrowed brows.

Zack quickly nodded in understanding that Alexander would spare no one, but hesitated, “What about… the one who got away?”

Dealing with the dead was pretty straightforward. The real trouble, was always with the living.