Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

In just a few short days, Purple Summers had become haggard and thin.

To draw an improper analogy, Purple Summers’ love for Alexander Summers was like that of a devout Buddhist devotee falling for a butcher with bloodstained hands.@@novelbin@@

She had seen him murder before, but those people were far removed from her world. They were killers, assassins, desperados, for whom death was a destination.

Yet, when she discovered that framing and plotting happened around her, her heart was filled with both fear and pain!

Not long ago, she had naively thought she stood at the pinnacle of life, having secured a bright future in her career and a love that was uniquely hers. However, in the blink of an eye, she found that her career was a reluctant reset, and her love was the fruition of manipulative schemes.

She fell hard from the peak of the mountain!

Crashing to pieces!

In a sense, Alexander “killed” her. The ambitious Suzanne Saunders no longer existed; the pitiful and ignorant adopted daughter of the Summers Family had just woken up to harsh reality. Who could accept such a drastic fall?

If it wasn’t for being murdered, no one would want to live on as an extension of someone else’s life, much less as a replacement!

“Purple, I know that by saying this, you might think I’m shirking responsibility, but I have always believed that there is karma in this world. When Janelle Roberts did all those evil deeds, trying every way possible to humiliate and frame me, just as I finally gained the ability to take revenge, before I could act on it, she died in a car accident after being chased by paparazzi. Now, all her bad karma has fallen on her son.

Although Nathaniel Summers and I are biological brothers, I have always loathed him, because he is Janelle Roberts’s child. Even without you, I would have confronted him sooner or later! Purple, you don’t need to blame yourself, nor feel guilty. Once we leave Clearwater, we will have nothing more to do with this place. I will do everything possible to make it up to you!” Alexander persuaded her.

Janelle Roberts was Elder Master Summers’ second wife, and everyone in the Summers Residence called her Mrs. Summers, but Alexander always addressed her by name.

Purple tried hard to take Alexander’s advice to heart, numbing herself in the most passive way possible: it was all fate!

——Fate was predetermined, and if the heavens wanted her to die young, even without that assassin, she would still have died!

Purple clenched her teeth, enduring the agony, hoping to persevere until brighter days.

At the same time, Purple also realized something: the torment in her heart wasn’t because she lamented over the loss of her once dazzling life, but because she couldn’t bear to leave Alexander.

She couldn’t bear to leave him, and couldn’t even bear to hate him, thus she found every reason and excuse to cling to.

If she could hate him openly and unburden all responsibility onto him, she herself would feel much lighter.

Alexander saw Purple’s pain. Silent, he continued to drive her to and from school each day, stubbornly keeping a close watch.

He was prepared for when Purple might spiral into despair. Being by her side, he could pull her back in time.

Alexander promised Purple he would no longer target Nathaniel.

And Nathaniel, staying behind closed doors every day, remained untroubled.

The tail end of December slipped away quickly, and after old master Summers’ death anniversary, a new year arrived.

On the first day of the new year, the new president delivered a New Year’s address.

Seeing Christopher Simonson on the television news, Purple realized that she had been living in a daze, not noticing that the election had ended and Christopher Simonson had been elected as the new president.

Seeing this face on the screen, she couldn’t help but scrutinize it carefully.

——Purple really did resemble Christopher Simonson.

They weren’t identical, of course. After all, one was old and the other young, one a man and the other a woman, but upon closer inspection, their eyes and facial contours were strikingly similar.

Upon even closer examination… one could also vaguely see the weariness in Christopher Simonson, like someone who was low on energy, forcibly mustering spirit in front of the camera to send out New Year blessings and encouragement to the nation.

As Purple was watching television, Alexander returned from outside and told her, “I’ve found one, a hypnotist.”