Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime
Chapter 1134: Better Off Dead_1

Chapter 1134: Chapter 1134: Better Off Dead_1

Zack Wallace took Alexander Summers to find Clyde Summers.

Clyde was in the Intensive Care Unit. As they entered, the sounds of wailing were incessant. Some were cries from unbearable pain; others were sobs under tremendous mental trauma. There were shouts and roars intertwined as the nurses busied themselves to the brink of collapse, barely able to attend to Alexander and Zack Wallace.

Alexander saw Clyde on a bed in the corner of the room.

He had just had his amputation surgery a few days ago and was now as frail as a thread, with the empty space under the trouser leg of his right leg clearly visible, but he was lucid.

Alexander walked over and meticulously sized him up from head to toe—defeated, disheartened, and disheveled. To describe him as half-dead wouldn’t be an exaggeration.

Thinking about how Clyde had ended up like this to save Atra Blanc, the resentment festering in Alexander’s chest slightly eased, yet he couldn’t quite feel grateful to the man who had taken away his mother.

With a cold sneer, Alexander said, "What, had a change of heart? I never knew a brute could repent. Realizing you won’t live long, you send the person back!"

Clyde moved his fingers slightly and slowly raised his hand to remove his oxygen mask.

He opened his mouth to speak, his voice as raspy as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper.

Alexander moved closer to hear what he said more clearly, "Your mom... for half her life, she’s been taking care of that rotten old master. I won’t... let her spend the rest of her life... living the same way..."

If that were the case, what difference would there be between him and Old Master Summers? The person Clyde hated most was Old Master Summers, who drained the vitality of others to embellish his own pale and withering twilight years.

Alexander pursed his lips, letting out a cold snort. "You think too much, Clyde. My mom doesn’t remember you anymore!"

"...Doesn’t remember?" Clyde was stunned, and after a moment, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he was smiling, "She always does this... It’s probably better... better that she doesn’t remember..."

Alexander’s expression turned very ugly.

He knew what Clyde was talking about.

Such selective amnesia had occurred all too often in Atra Blanc...

Alexander had once tried to help Atra Blanc with her treatment. The doctor said that after an external stimulus or a blow to the head, his mother would autonomously forget some of the things she didn’t want to remember or the people and things she wanted to avoid. It was a form of self-protection, as well as a stress response formed by her timid nature under great pressure.

Personality is hard to change, and treatment is fraught with difficulty.

Alexander felt that if these were things she didn’t want to remember, then it was better forgotten, cherishing the light-hearted present was more important.

Therefore, he never brought up treatment again.

Standing in front of Clyde’s hospital bed, Alexander was silent for a long time before saying, "You deceived her and took her away. I should kill you for that, but I can’t...

Because someday in the future, my mom might recover her memory and remember how you ended up nearly dead trying to save her. She’d certainly be distressed, and don’t you feel smug about it! My mom’s kind-hearted. She’d feel sad even if a stinky rat on the street died. You’re not much better than a stinky rat!

I won’t let you die, nor will I seek revenge. I’ll send someone to take you abroad, to find you the best doctors. Whether you end up crippled or paralyzed, I want you to live well!

But remember this! I’m not doing it for you, I’m doing it for my mom! I can’t let her live with guilt in the future! She owes you nothing, she shouldn’t feel sad for a brute like you!

Clyde, if you have even the slightest bit of conscience, you’d better recover quickly and then get as far away as you can! Don’t ever appear in front of my mom again!"

Clyde’s eyes were heavy with gloom, like an overcast day without a hint of color.

After listening, he slightly tugged at the corner of his mouth, his smile bleak, replying, "Fine..."

Alexander didn’t look at him again and turned to leave the chaotic and crowded ICU. Along the way, he instructed Zack Wallace, "Send him abroad immediately, do everything you can to treat him!"

Zack Wallace was stunned. "He’s severely injured and shouldn’t be moved carelessly. If we put him on a plane, and if he dies on the way..."

Alexander’s expression was somber as he looked ahead, as if speaking to himself, "Maybe it’s better if he dies."

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