Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime-Chapter 892 - Cant Say It Out Loud_1

Chapter 892: Chapter 892: Can’t Say It Out Loud_1

Chapter 892: Chapter 892: Can’t Say It Out Loud_1

Purple Summers had a thousand things to say but didn’t know how to express them, while Atra Blanc, on the other hand, comforted her, “Young girl, don’t be anxious, you will find your mom. Maybe I look a bit like her, but I truly am not your mother.”

Atra Blanc treated Purple Summers as a pitiful soul, so eager for her mother that she was confused, even going as far as showing her own marriage certificate with Clyde Summers to prove that Purple Summers had indeed mistaken her for someone else.

The age listed for Atra Blanc on the marriage certificate was a full ten years younger than her actual age.

No one would suspect it, after all, Atra Blanc looked after herself well and appeared young and beautiful—so much so that no one would believe her if she said she was forty-five.

Purple Summers looked at the obviously photoshopped picture on the red book and felt that her own expression at the moment should be one of numbness.

Clyde Summers was too shameless.

Too shameless.

Too shameless…

Atra Blanc said, “Young girl, do you have a photo of your mom in your phone? Can I see it? Actually, I hit my head a while back, and my husband told me I’ve forgotten a lot. If you mistook me for her, it means I must look very much like your mother. Maybe she is my… relative?”

Purple Summers saw the unease in her eyes.

…Indeed, Atra Blanc must have been very scared as well.

Purple Summers’s smile froze at the corner of her mouth. “I’ll go back and look for it.”

She couldn’t say, couldn’t tell her that her husband was a lousy old man, that she had been widow for him for twenty-five years, that her current husband was a fake, that he was actually her stepson by name…

Purple Summers really couldn’t say it.

As she turned to leave, Atra Blanc called out to her and stuffed two tangerines into Purple Summers’s hands from the table.

“Take them home to eat,” Atra Blanc said with a smile.

As always, tender and loving.

Purple Summers felt a prickle in her eyes.

When Atra Blanc walked her to the door, she appeared a bit ill, covering her mouth, her fine brows slightly furrowed.

Purple Summers, somewhat alarmed, quickly asked, “Are you all right?”

Atra Blanc still looked uncomfortable but gently shook her head, “I’m fine… I might be a bit seasick; my stomach has been upset these last few days.”

Purple Summers watched her for a moment, then returned to her room with a troubled expression, not daring to think too deeply.

After sitting alone for a while, Alexander Summers also came back.

His shirt was wrinkled, and Purple Summers, surprised, asked, “Did you guys fight?”

“Yeah,” Alexander Summers lazily nodded, taking off his wrinkled shirt to reveal his strong arms, “There wasn’t much to talk about, so we just had a fight.”

He glanced up at Purple Summers and added, “Don’t worry, we fought in the restroom, no one saw, they might have only heard noises.”

Purple Summers: “…”

Finally, she let out a sigh, not knowing what else to say.

“Did you talk to Mom?” Alexander asked.

“Yeah.” Purple Summers sighed again, “She did hurt her head, she really has memory loss, and she asked me for a photo, but I didn’t give it to her…”

Purple Summers lifted her head to look at Alexander, “I… I’m really worried she won’t be able to handle it.”

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Alexander pulled her into his embrace, gently stroking her hair, “Telling her the truth now is better than waiting for her to regain her memory and find out everyone around her has been lying to her.”

Purple Summers listened in silence.

Then, thinking of Alexander’s former actions, she couldn’t help but pinch his waist, “Why didn’t you have this realization back then?”

Back then, wasn’t he also counting on possessing a body and taking advantage of her amnesia to deceive her?

But Alexander had forgotten all that, and faced with Purple Summers’s reproach, he just smiled.

Purple Summers felt even more upset inside and hugged his waist tightly.

Luckily, he still remembered her.

That was enough; it was more important than anything else.

…

Night fell, and a dance party started on the second floor of the yacht, the lights dazzling.

Purple Summers wasn’t feeling well and went to bed early.

She didn’t like the environment on the yacht; it always made her think of the night she died, also replete with wine, music, laughter, and conversation.

She lay beside Alexander, closed her eyes, and thought: Tomorrow, tomorrow… I’ll have it out with Atra Blanc.

No matter how hard it was to speak, she needed to lay everything out.