Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime-Chapter 891 - How Could This Be_1

Chapter 891: Chapter 891 How Could This Be_1

Chapter 891: Chapter 891 How Could This Be_1

To Purple Summers, it seemed like a matter of great importance, but Alexander Summers felt it was hardly an issue at all.

He was a man with little sense of propriety or shame, and he didn’t see anything particularly scandalous about Atra Blanc’s behavior. If his mom was happy, Alexander couldn’t care less if she ran off with one man or even ten; if she wasn’t happy, he’d resolve any irritants cleanly, allowing his mother to return in peace.

Purple’s caution appeared utterly unnecessary to Alexander.

He even mocked her, “Clyde Summers preyed on your very caution and hesitation, which is why he has been so brazen.”

“A woman’s reputation is very important!” Purple argued, “You have thick skin, of course you wouldn’t understand. Gossip can kill!”

Alexander said, “It would take Atra’s life, but now she is Penelope Russell.”

Purple was shut down.

She didn’t want Atra to become Penelope Russell; she wanted Atra to come back, to reunite with their family.

…

The sightseeing yacht sailed along the river, flanked by beautiful and stately scenery. People on the boat ate, drank, and made merry, taking photos while leaning against the railings, enjoying themselves amidst the bustle.

Purple wanted to find an opportunity to talk to Atra alone, but that chance never came.

This was what Clyde Summers had calculated all along—traveling in a group meant it was crowded with tourists, and it was difficult to find a moment alone. Moreover, with so many eyes around, Purple couldn’t really do anything to Clyde.

What a despicable man.

Alexander, finding Purple too hesitant, decided to approach Clyde directly. He figured that once Clyde was out of the way, Atra would be alone in her room.

“You’re not going to take this opportunity to lay hands on him, are you?” Purple asked, concerned.

Alexander said lazily, “It depends on my mood.”

“Could you please be serious!” Purple pinched him, “It’s about your own mother!”

She was truly worried that Alexander’s temper might flare. There were eyes everywhere on the yacht, and getting into an altercation with Clyde was definitely not a wise move.

Alexander put on a peaked cap, pushing the brim down, and sauntered out casually.

Purple watched as he knocked on the door of Clyde and Atra’s room.

Clyde opened the door and for a moment, upon seeing Alexander, his face showed a flash of shock, which was quickly subdued—so brief it was almost imperceptible.

Purple, observing from a distance, was internally alarmed, increasingly feeling that this man was extremely cunning and inscrutable.

The two men exchanged a few words in low voices at the door, then Clyde closed the door and left with Alexander, presumably for a profound discussion.

Purple waited until their figures had completely disappeared down the corridor before she knocked on their room door once again.

This time, it was Atra who answered.

Seeing Purple on the doorstep, Atra froze, “You…”

Her expression was still one of confusion and ignorance.

Purple’s heart went cold in an instant.

Atra had truly lost her memory! At least Alexander remembered Purple despite his amnesia, but Atra couldn’t remember anything!

Purple couldn’t help but wonder: Could amnesia be hereditary???

“May I come in to talk?” Purple made a concerted effort to conjure a warm smile.

Atra, not on guard, stepped aside to let Purple in.

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The room was clean and tidy; some freshly dried clothes were piled on the bed, and Atra sat on the edge, folding them one by one.

But Purple couldn’t bear to look straight at them.

Mom, is it really good for you to be this virtuous?!

“You really don’t remember me at all?” Purple asked, her face pained as she looked at Atra, “Mom, you are my mother. You have a son and a daughter, we live in Clearwater City, our last name is Blanc, your name is Atra, you’re forty-five years old…”

Atra listened with a dazed expression and then chuckled, “Me, forty-five years old? How could that be possible.”

Purple: “…”

What’s with this feeling of helplessness?