Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime
Chapter 1178: Searching and Searching and Can’t Find_1

Chapter 1178: Chapter 1178: Searching and Searching and Can’t Find_1

The little hand resting on her abdomen was cold, soft, and chilling.

Purple Summers’s heart pounded with fear as she looked at Nathaniel Summers in shock and demanded, "What does she mean by that?! Why have you brought me here? What are you planning to do?!"

Nathaniel’s gaze grew somber.

His brow furrowed slightly, and he turned away indifferently, leaving the room.

"Nathaniel!" Purple Summers shouted angrily, "Answer me!"

Her body was weak, but not completely devoid of strength. Seeing Nathaniel about to exit, she tried to get out of bed to chase after him, using both her hands and feet!

However, just as she was about to stand, she was suddenly pinned down on the bed by an unnamed force!

—She couldn’t move her hands, feet, arms, or legs!

Her voice had gone too, as if someone had choked her!

Cherry caressed her body with great care, saying, "Relax... relax a bit... How can you sleep when you’re so tense? A nap is very important, it can help you regain your energy..."

When Cherry spoke of relaxing, Purple Summers did feel the pressure on her body ease somewhat, but it still constricted her, rendering her immobile.

She narrowed her eyes in pain, her eyelashes moist with sweat, and vaguely saw many blurry figures standing by the bed.

There were men, women, the elderly, and children... Their faces were indistinct, stretching out their hands, grabbing her arms, or squeezing her ankles.

Purple Summers’s heart continued to sink.

No wonder...

No wonder indeed...

No wonder they were so fearless; it turned out that this house had never been inhabited by only Nathaniel and the young girl!

"I’ll tell you a secret," Cherry said lying beside her, in a good mood. "Humans can train ghosts, and ghosts can also train ghosts. Although they are silly, trapping you is still very easy."

These little ghosts included both the lost souls Cherry had captured from outside and those she had murdered. They helped her with tasks when needed and served as her sustenance when not.

Lying in bed, Purple Summers now became utterly calm.

It wasn’t because she was strong or brave, but rather because when things became so bad, so hopeless that she knew she couldn’t struggle, her emotions settled into a death-like tranquillity.

"Why does it have to be me?" Purple Summers asked. "Any woman can bear children."

"But Nathaniel likes you," Cherry replied.

Hearing Cherry say that, Purple Summers wanted to sneer.

So liking someone meant shooting at her without hesitation, drowning her mercilessly, tearing her away from her own flesh and blood, and forcefully confining her in this place filled with ghosts and spirits!

What kind of ’liking’ is that?! All nonsense!

In a tone of innocence, Cherry said, "He likes you, so I like you too. After you give birth to the child, he’ll be the father, you’ll be the mother, and we’ll be a happy family together. Won’t that be wonderful?"

After speaking, she added very seriously, "We’ll take good care of you."

It’s all ghost stories.

Purple Summers didn’t want to listen.

Reflecting on her abduction, she harbored resentment, "The lunatic upstairs was your smoke bomb. I shouldn’t have fallen for it. I should never have left the ward..."

"Of course, you would leave the ward," Cherry said. "I placed a bomb there. I was planning to pretend to discover the bomb, then lure you out. Once your bodyguard entered the room to check, I would set it off... Hmm, it’s a pity they didn’t all die, but it doesn’t matter now. Even though things didn’t go as planned, I still succeeded."

She was smug. "Aren’t I smart?"

Purple Summers didn’t want to hear her talk. Each word from Cherry made her feel cold, her whole body cold!

Nearly turning the newborn room into a crematorium, almost blowing up nearby bodyguards and innocent patients, but to it, these were just games!

It had no sense of right and wrong; perhaps, in its eyes, murder was as simple as eating.

Purple Summers bit her teeth and closed her eyes.

In her mind, she wondered: Was it always like this, or had Nathaniel turned it into this?