Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime-Chapter 899 - Disappearance_1
Chapter 899: Chapter 899 Disappearance_1
Chapter 899: Chapter 899 Disappearance_1
Purple Summers’s joy did not last too long.
The people she had sent out, following the chip embedded inside the ring, tracked it to a port. With tens of thousands of ships docked at the port, and a vast sea of people, finding Clyde Summers and Atra Blanc was like looking for a needle in a haystack.
Neither Alexander Summers nor Purple themselves had the authority to stop all the ships in the port from setting sail.
As they searched for Clyde at the port with their limited manpower, the tracking signal suddenly cut off.
Clearly, Clyde had discovered the ring.
In the end, Clyde still took Atra away with him, triumphing once more.
Purple stood at the port, the sea breeze carrying a chill as it wildly tousled her thick black hair. She stared at the endless ocean before her, her eyes dry and sore.
Alexander stood behind her, silent and motionless.
The mood of both was far from good.
Time passed indeterminately until Alexander gently patted her shoulder and suggested, “Let’s go back.”
What else could they do if not return? Once out at sea, it’s a vast world, and no one could find where they had gone.
…In this lifetime, who knows if they could be seen again…
Purple was extremely distressed.
Since her rebirth, the first warmth she received when she opened her eyes came from Atra Blanc.
Atra cherished her as she would her own daughter. Although she was a weak and helpless character, she always tried her hardest to provide the best life for her children. She sincerely managed three meals a day, generously giving without ever asking for anything in return.
Purple had no memory of her mother, and Atra filled the emotional void in her life, which meant a great deal to Purple.
But now, Atra was gone.
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“Alexander, I’m confused,” Purple said, looking at that murky, boundless ocean, her expression full of bewilderment. “I hope that Clyde will bring Mom back… yet I’m scared of him bringing her back…”
What should she do after Atra’s return with her memory lost?
Atra now lived in a dream: she was still young; she had a handsome, affectionate husband; they traveled andplayed with inexhaustible banknotes, living the most luxurious life just the two of them.
And what was the actual truth? —
In her best years, she fell in love with Old Master Summers, who was old enough to be her father. This man gave her love but could not provide the support she needed. After his death, she was left to raise their children alone while facing the harsh treatment and challenges from his legitimate wife. She could not get recognition from family members nor help from friends. Her heart was pure and spotless, yet she could never escape the infamy of being a mistress—a kind of mental torment.
Before and after amnesia, two different lives.
On one side was the cruel reality, on the other, the falsely blissful dream. And although the dream was pleasant, the moment it burst, it would be even more cruel than the reality.
No matter what choice was made, it seemed too hard…
“Alexander, if we can find Mom in the future…” Purple said, gazing out at the sea, disconsolately continuing, “we have to treat her doubly well, triply well… even more than that.”
Alexander embraced her from behind and responded softly, “Mhm, we will.”
…
Clyde took Atra away, and the two disappeared as if they had vanished from the world, leaving no trace.
Alexander arranged for a group of people to continue searching for Clyde and Atra’s whereabouts. Even though hope was slim, it was still better than doing nothing at all.
Because of Atra’s disappearance, Purple was sullen and joyless.
Even her graduation ceremony could not elicit much of a smile from her.
She believed Alexander’s heart was no lighter than hers, but as a man, he wouldn’t let resentment and loss hang on his face every day.
One weekend, as usual, she accompanied Alexander to his psychiatrist. While waiting outside, she received a call from Nathaniel Summers.
“Let’s meet,” Nathaniel’s voice was calm.
Purple remembered the agreement she had with Nathaniel, replying, “We agreed to transfer the money to your account after we found Atra. Since we haven’t found her, I am not obliged to fulfill the agreement.”
Nathaniel, on the other end of the phone call, seemed taken aback that Purple brought this up. After a silence, his voice turned somewhat cold: “It’s something else.”
