Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime-Chapter 861 - Sorting Things Out_1

Chapter 861: Chapter 861 Sorting Things Out_1

Purple Summers’s gaze lingered heavily on the courier box, and after a long while, she averted her eyes and returned to the dining table.

Atra Blanc brought her a clean pair of chopsticks from the kitchen.

Purple ate her meal with her head down, the churning emotions of a moment ago gradually cooling and calming.

Alexander Summers was still alive, there was no doubt about that.

But why did he choose to send a parcel to soothe Atra instead of making a phone call, which would have been more effective?

Why didn’t he call?

Knowing she was worried, even a message to say he was safe would have been fine. He cherished her so much, if he were still alive, how could he not make even one phone call?… There was only one reason: Alexander Summers was now in no position to make a phone call.

He might even be… unable to speak.

This thought caused Purple’s heart to wrench severely.

The parcel was probably sent by Zack Wallace without informing her, worried that she might act on impulse and go looking for Alexander.

Perhaps Damian Howard had someone keeping watch over her, intending to use her to trace Alexander’s whereabouts, and any action she took would expose Alexander’s location.

Purple’s mind was unsettled.

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— She couldn’t contact Zack Wallace directly, she couldn’t reveal her whereabouts, but how was she going to find Alexander?

After finishing her meal, Purple went to the snake house to see Cleo.

In her absence, Cleo had lacked care. Although Atra could help feed it, she was incapable of managing its bath and walks, so Cleo hadn’t left the house in a month and a half.

The snake house reeked fiercely, indicating that Atra, being faint-hearted, hadn’t cleaned it properly.

Purple opened the windows to ventilate the space and then gently tapped Cleo’s head, signaling it to follow her outside.

As she walked Cleo in the garden, Purple glanced around but didn’t see any trace of Tiny; she didn’t know where he had gone off to play and suspected he might not return until evening.

She let Cleo swim in the lake while she sat on the pine bench on the shore, silently pondering her thoughts.

There was too much to do, and she needed to work through things one by one.

The sound of footsteps reached her ears, and Purple looked up to see Nathaniel Summers approaching slowly.

He must have come for a walk in the garden. Upon seeing Purple, a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes.

Purple turned her gaze away, choosing not to look at Nathaniel.

However, Nathaniel didn’t miss the opportunity. Ever since Alexander’s death, he had been curious to see what Purple would look like.

She had lost a lot of weight.

Her jawline was delicate, her neck slender, and her thick black hair lazily cascaded down, encircling her light purple dress, making her skin appear even whiter and her lips even redder, an image of exquisite grace.

Not having seen her for over a month, the girl-like naivety had faded from her, replaced by a touch of enchanting beauty and softness.

Nathaniel felt he should gloat, mock her mercilessly. The thought alone of one of them being blown to pieces brought a sense of sheer satisfaction.

Yet, when he saw the cold desolation and sorrow in the depths of her eyes, her fragile and beautiful demeanor, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of pity.

Nathaniel stopped in his tracks, took his time lighting a cigarette, and asked, “Why have you come back? I thought you’d stay in Kingsley, playing the noble Miss Simonson.”

The news of Purple becoming the president’s adopted daughter had already spread throughout Clearwater.

Purple ignored Nathaniel, quietly fixating on the lake’s surface, her expression as serene and unfathomable as an ancient pool, without a single ripple.

Seeing that she was unmoved, Nathaniel laughed softly and scoffed coldly, “You should come back. You have to take care of his body, don’t you?”

Purple realized that Nathaniel truly detested her, with every word he spoke chosen to be the most venomous, the most heart-piercing.

In truth, she could have retaliated with even sharper, more caustic words.

But recalling that Nathaniel too had once been genteel, and that his transformation into what he was now was not entirely unrelated to her, Purple chose to bear it stoically.

Arguing was pointless.

“I know you hate me,” Purple said slowly as she rose to her feet, her eyes looking straight ahead, her voice clear and cold, “and I will not be an eyesore to you. I’ll move away in a few days. In fact, we already split up a month ago.”