Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime
Chapter 1133: It’s Done_1

Chapter 1133: Chapter 1133: It’s Done_1

Purple Summers agreed, and then asked him, "When will you be back?"

"The rescue has basically ended, but the remaining work will still take some time..." Ryan Wesley hesitated, "I might not return until next week."

Purple Summers glanced at Zara Jameson and inquired, "After you finish your work there, will you go back to school directly, or..."

Ryan rushed to say, "I, I’ll take leave! I’ll go back to Clearwater first, then to the school..."

Purple Summers breathed a sigh of relief.

Knowing he would see his girlfriend first meant there was still hope.

As for Zara Jameson’s emotional scars, they could only be slowly healed by Ryan Wesley himself.

After the call, the three women watched the news for a while, then went back to their rooms to rest.

Purple Summers couldn’t fall asleep; she was thinking about Alexander Summers.

Based on the time, Alexander should have already arrived at Spring River. Winterfell Affiliated Hospital was located on the outskirts of Spring River and was not hard to find, but... Purple Summers thought about Atra Blanc’s amnesia and felt a headache coming on.

How to smoothly bring Mom back home was a problem.

Purple Summers unlocked her phone, saw no unread messages or missed calls, and had no idea whether Alexander had seen Atra Blanc by now.

She tried to make a call, but the line was busy and the connection failed.

Purple Summers sighed, closed her eyes, and patiently waited for news...

...

The hospital was chaotic and noisy, the wards filled with patients, the corridors crowded with medical beds and makeshift mattresses.

Alexander Summers stood at the entrance of the ward, while doctors and nurses rushed by him. After a short wait, Zack Wallace and a few others struggled through the throng and made it over.

"The car is parked quite far. We’ll have to walk a bit; everything out there is packed with vehicles, except for an emergency passage for transporting patients."

Zack unfolded a wheelchair, and Alexander lifted Atra Blanc from the bed onto the wheelchair.

Atra, who had been sleeping, woke up groggily and asked Alexander, "Where are we going?"

"There are too many patients here, Mom. We’re switching hospitals," Alexander replied.

Atra’s injuries still hurt and she was in a dazed state. She nodded her head upon hearing this, not asking which hospital they were changing to.

With someone leading the way, they pushed Atra out of the hospital.

Two steps behind, Alexander asked Zack Wallace, "Has the patient regained consciousness?"

Zack nodded: "When the rescue team found them, Clyde Summers was on top, protecting her. He has a crush injury to his spine and both legs... He’s barely alive now, and staying here won’t cure him. Even if he does recover, he’ll be paralyzed from the waist down..."

Zack, probably feeling that it was too tragic, hesitated and then asked Alexander, "Sir, do you think we should..."

"Should what?" Alexander glanced at him coldly, "Save him? If he hadn’t taken my mother to that place, would she have suffered like this?"

Zack offered a sheepish smile, "Ah... You are right, of course..."

Agitated, Alexander fell silent for a while, then asked Zack, "Did Clyde actively contact you?"

"Yes... As you have seen, the hospital is overflowing with patients, doctors and nurses are busy saving lives, and the identity registry is a mess. There’s no starting point for a search. Then a nurse came up to me, asking if I was looking for a woman named Atra Blanc. I said yes and she led me to her..." Zack cautiously observed Alexander’s expression, "The hospital beds are in high demand, he’s seriously ill, but he insisted on giving up his bed for his wife..."

At the word "wife," Alexander’s expression turned abruptly grim, filling with menace.

Zack broke into a cold sweat, hurriedly clarifying, "It was them, not me! I meant the doctors and nurses at the hospital—they mistook them for husband and wife!... After all, they were dug out from the debris together..."

Alexander’s expression grew even more displeased, "Enough! Where is he now?"