Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime-Chapter 839 - : Another Rejection_1

Chapter 839 -839: Another Rejection_1

Violet Nelson’s backing mainly came from the old lady and Old Master Simonson.

Purple Summers’s backing, was Christopher Simonson and Caitlin Carter.

But relying only on this couple was not enough, it would be best to secure a younger brother as well, to make things foolproof.

Purple Summers said, “Actually, medical technology is very advanced now, even if one has had a vasectomy, regardless of the duration, as long as vas deferens anastomosis is performed, fertility can be restored.”

Christopher Simonson felt the shift in topic was inexplicably odd, discussing the matter of having a younger brother seriously with his own daughter…

Seeing the subtle change in Christopher Simonson’s expression, Purple Summers thought he felt uncomfortable and hurriedly explained, “I’m not trying to force you to have a younger brother for me, it’s just that you kept saying sorry to me… What I mean is, if you really feel you owe me and you feel guilty about it, why not give me a younger brother? As for other compensations… I really don’t need them for the time being.”

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“I understand,” said Christopher Simonson with a resigned smile.

The crude interpretation would be: Instead of showing a face full of guilt, it’s better to take some real action.

To have a child…

He truly needed a child. For Purple Summers, for Caitlin Carter, and also for himself, he must have a child.

Upon giving the matter serious thought, Christopher Simonson found the idea, although seemingly preposterous, made more and more sense the more he considered it.

Christopher Simonson left Purple Summers’s room; he needed to discuss this with Caitlin Carter.

As soon as he left, Purple Summers finally relaxed; she truly feared Christopher Simonson would force-feed her his belated fatherly love, as discussing emotions is much more troublesome than discussing interests.

Purple Summers turned on her tablet and continued browsing recent news.

The news of the discovery of a human head at the presidential villa still topped the heat charts.

The news photo, processed with mosaic, barely showed that the head was so rotted it was unrecognizable. The report stated that the forensic doctor had identified that the DNA was completely consistent with Edward Carter’s wife, who died tragically two years ago.

Although Edward Carter had been convicted and imprisoned back then, he never disclosed the location of the corpse’s head from beginning to end. Now, two years later, the head suddenly surfaced, and it appeared in a villa owned by the president, which was bound to spark nationwide discussion.

Purple Summers carefully read the news, holding a pen and occasionally jotting down key points while organizing the information she had recently collected.

It’s tough alone.

Without help, without friends, or even someone trustworthy, having to rely on oneself for everything is truly difficult.

If he were still here…

Purple Summers’s hand paused for a moment as her mind went blank for an instant.

If he were still here…

When in need of money, he would casually fetch a cartload of gold bars; when in need of research, he would effortlessly snatch a hacker; when in need of catching ghosts, he could easily find many mages without breaking a sweat.

He was such a man, erratic and illogical, omnipotent, operating outside the bounds of morality and law, a villain yet her beloved…

If he were still here, it wouldn’t be so tough for her.

A droplet of water soaked the paper, spreading the ink beneath her pen.

Purple Summers took a deep breath, as if to stave off the tears. She crumpled up the wet paper in her hand and threw it into the wastebasket, then began to write anew.

There’s no use crying.

He’s not here, and no matter how many tears she sheds, it’s just meaningless evaporation because no one would pity her.

…

Purple Summers organized her materials until late into the night, and when she woke up the next day, it was already past breakfast time.

She got up leisurely to wash and dress, and went downstairs to see if there was still food left. As she descended the stairs, she suddenly heard a loud bang from the dining room!

The noise was loud, like someone angrily hitting a table or the sound of chairs toppling over.

Purple Summers asked a servant nearby in a whisper, “What happened?”

The servant replied in a hushed voice, “Miss’s younger brother has refused Mr. Rieste’s offer to defend him. He’s admitted guilt, saying he hid the corpse’s head at the western suburb villa and that it had nothing to do with the president.”