Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime-Chapter 811 - Bitter Taste_1

Chapter 811 -811 Bitter Taste_1

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Gavin Graves fell into silence for a long while before saying, “Purple, my purpose in coming to Kingsley is not to have you accept Roy Howard’s death. I simply hope you understand that whether he is alive or dead, he wishes for you to live well.”

“Young Master Graves, you must think I’m speaking nonsense out of grief, right?” Purple Summers remained calm. “No, I am very clear-headed right now. Damian Howard has laid out his plans meticulously. He wants Roy Howard dead, and without finding the body, Damian will never give up.

If I return to Clearwater, I would become Damian’s target, and I might even force Roy Howard, who is hiding, to show himself. That’s why I have to stay in Kingsley. Moreover, I have to find a backer in the Simonson Family, right?”

In her sorrow, she did her best to sort out her thoughts.

“You also have me,” Gavin Graves said. “Purple, even if the Simonson Family can’t protect you completely, I will keep you safe.”

Purple Summers had helped Second Young Master Graves win his lawsuit, saving him from being kidnapped and humiliated, and had saved the Graves Family’s reputation multiple times at their banquets. She had been a great benefactor to them.

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Gavin Graves valued loyalty. At this time, coming out to help her, Purple simply thought he was repaying a debt of gratitude.

She had now fully regained her composure.

Zack Wallace, to some extent, could represent Alexander Summers’ stance. Since he sought help from Gavin Graves, it indicated that Gavin was considered trustworthy by Alexander.

She should not have doubted Gavin earlier. Compared to Damian taking over, Gavin would much prefer Roy Howard to remain as the family head because the two were more familiar with each other and worked more closely together. A change of leadership would complicate all associated interests, and all partnerships would need to be reconsidered.

For a businessman, this is a troublesome matter.

So Gavin was the last person who would want harm to come to Roy Howard. Purple felt ashamed for the suspicions she had harbored earlier.

While they were talking, someone lightly knocked on the door outside—

Caitlin Carter and the matriarch had come in the afternoon, but hadn’t seen Purple Summers. The matriarch left in a huff, but Caitlin did not. She went to visit Christopher Simonson.

Christopher Simonson was still in the sterile chamber. After the bone marrow transplant, he needed to stay in the chamber for at least twenty days until the new bone marrow grew and his white blood cell count rose above 1,000 before he could leave the sterile chamber.

Standing outside the sterile chamber, she looked at her husband through the glass for a while, and a nurse told her that Purple Summers had returned.

Caitlin Carter hurriedly carried the lunch box over to see Purple Summers.

To her surprise, when the door to the room opened, Gavin Graves was standing there, leaving Caitlin slightly stunned.

The Graves Family, the Simonson Family, and the Carter Family all had business dealings, and Caitlin occasionally saw Gavin Graves at some banquets, so she recognized him.

“Young Master Graves is here,” Caitlin Carter said in surprise, looking instinctively at Purple Summers on the bed. “Young Master Graves… do you know Ms. Summers?”

If you say they are friends, the age gap seems a bit large…

Purple Summers explained, “Second Young Master Graves and I are friends, which is how I know Young Master Graves. I just happened to run into him on the road, and seeing that I was unwell, he kindly offered to bring me back to the hospital.”

“Oh…” Caitlin placed the insulated lunch box on the table and said to Purple Summers, “The matriarch and I came to see you earlier, but you weren’t in your room.”

Purple Summers responded indifferently, “Yes, I was out for a bit.”

Without offering a specific explanation, it seemed as though she was avoiding the subject, so Caitlin did not probe further.

“I’ve made you some soup, and it’s still hot. Would you like some?” Caitlin Carter asked tentatively, “The matriarch specifically added a fresh ginseng root, which is not easy to cause heatiness, and it’s very nourishing.”

Purple Summers did not refuse: “Thank you.”

Caitlin breathed a small sigh of relief internally, knowing that wanting to be good to someone also required that person to accept the gesture.

She opened the lunch box, and the aroma of the ginseng soup immediately filled the air, warm and rich.

Purple Summers cooperated, drinking the soup sip by sip, and chewed the sliced fresh ginseng until it was mushy before swallowing it down, bitterness and all. She felt that the taste was just right.