Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime-Chapter 866 - Atra Blanc is Gone_1
Chapter 866: Chapter 866 Atra Blanc is Gone_1
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At nine o’clock in the evening, Atra Blanc left the Summers Residence with her luggage in tow.
She neither asked for a Summers Family driver nor allowed Purple Summers to arrange for someone to drive her. She claimed that the Blanc Family had strict rules and it was better to avoid upsetting the elder master by being seen. In the end, Atra Blanc took a taxi away on her own.
Purple Summers felt restless and uneasy. Atra Blanc had had no contact with the Blanc Family over the years, and now she suddenly decided to visit them. Could it be that she intended to take advantage of the opportunity to care for her elder sister and resolve the years of estrangement?
After anxiously waiting at home for quite a while, about forty minutes later, Atra Blanc called to say she had arrived safely.
Purple Summers’s heart finally settled, and she asked Atra over the phone, “Mom, nobody’s giving you a hard time there, are they?”
“No, it’s getting late, you should rest soon,” Atra Blanc’s voice sounded relaxed and natural, not as though she had been mistreated.
“Alright, mom, you should also get some rest early,” Purple Summers said with a sigh of relief.
Once the call ended and she looked at the empty room around her, she realized that she was the only one left in the house.
Purple Summers sighed deeply, tucked herself in, and went to sleep.
…
The next morning, Purple Summers had just woken up not long ago when a bodyguard gently knocked on her door.
“Miss, there’s a gentleman here to see you.”
Inside and outside the small Western-style building were Purple Summers’s people, clearly separated from the main villa. Anyone who wished to see Purple Summers had to go through the bodyguard.
Purple Summers frowned, instinctively thinking it was Nathaniel Summers.
She didn’t want to see Nathaniel, nor did she want to listen to his bitter words, but if she didn’t meet him, he seemed to have a way of cutting her off midway since she was still living at the Summers Residence, and there was only one road leading out.
Purple Summers’s frown deepened.
After pondering for a moment, she put on a robe and went downstairs, only to see a strange middle-aged man sitting in the living room.
To say he was a stranger was not exactly true, for the man looked nearly identical to Elder Master Summers, whom she had seen in photographs.
Purple Summers immediately understood that this man must be the Summers Family’s second young master, Clyde Summers.
But she was still surprised.
Sons usually resemble their mothers, and although the young masters of the Summers Family were all handsome, not many of them looked like Elder Master Summers. However, Clyde Summers not only bore a striking resemblance to Elder Master Summers, but his demeanor was also very similar!
If there were differences, of course, there were some. After all, he was more than a decade younger than Elder Master Summers in the photographs, taller, more robust, with thicker hair and a darker complexion.
When Clyde Summers saw Purple Summers, he paused for a moment and then smiled, “It seems true that a girl changes eighteen times between childhood and womanhood. Purple, you’ve grown up.”
Purple Summers forced a smile, “Second brother.”
“Where’s your mother? Not at home?” Clyde Summers asked.
Purple Summers replied truthfully, “My mother’s elder sister is sick, so she went to visit her.”
Clyde Summers’s smile remained unchanged, and he nodded slightly, his tone somewhat intriguing, “Her elder sister is sick, huh…”
Purple Summers asked, “Did second brother want to see my mom for something?”
“Nothing important,” Clyde Summers smiled faintly, “I haven’t been back for many years, so I’m just taking a look around. The house has changed a lot.”
Indeed, it had changed a lot. Mrs. Summers had died, Dylan Summers had died, and now just these few were left, scattered and broken.
Purple Summers found it hard to respond to that, so she simply agreed nonchalantly, “Indeed.”
Clyde Summers stood up, glanced around, and his gaze settled on the stacks of boxes in the living room.
Purple Summers thought he would ask something and hesitated over whether to explain that they were about to move house. However, Clyde Summers said, “I won’t disturb you any longer. I’ll go and see your third brother.”
It was as though he had come by early in the morning just to casually say hello.
Purple Summers saw him to the door and watched Clyde Summers’s retreating figure, unable to fathom his purpose for the visit.
She turned to go back inside when, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a dark shadow flit across the sky.
Purple Summers was instantly delighted, “Tiny!”
