Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime
Chapter 1179: Escape_1

Chapter 1179: Chapter 1179: Escape_1

Purple Summers fell into a deep sleep.

She didn’t know how she had fallen asleep, under such circumstances, sleeping felt more like a passive resistance, an escape.

When she woke up again, Cherry was not on the bed, and a reddish glow from outside filtered through gaps in the curtains, casting fine dust particles that swayed in the light, making the room darker and more oppressive, like a prison cell.

Purple Summers got out of bed and pulled back the curtains—

What met her gaze was a cement courtyard wall, rather low, allowing her to see the scenery beyond—a vast wheat field that stretched out endlessly.

But she had no hope of escaping through the window.

Although the window was open, it had been fitted with a security grille, the joints of which had been welded shut.

By the light, it should be around four in the afternoon now;

By the surroundings, this place should be a village on the outskirts of an urban area, and the house was the kind of self-built dwelling common in rural areas.

Purple Summers guessed that this house wasn’t too far from the highway; this would allow them to conceal their tracks while also conveniently observing when the police withdrew from the highway exit.

A thought flickered in her mind.

If there really was a highway nearby...it meant that as long as she could escape, there was a high possibility of being rescued!

The premise was that she had to leave this house.

Purple Summers cast her eyes down to the shackles on her feet, then slowly made her way out...

The outer living room was large with sparse furniture, which gave it an empty feeling, a flat-screen TV stood against the wall, and a long couch lay in the center, between the couch and the TV was a children’s interlocking foam play mat spread out on the floor.

Cherry sat on the play mat. Seeing Purple Summers come out, she picked up the remote control and turned up the volume of the TV.

Only then did Purple Summers notice that a cartoon was playing on TV; Cherry must have turned down the volume earlier, not to wake her up.

This little consideration made Purple Summers feel she didn’t deserve it; she asked emotionlessly, "Where’s the bathroom?"

Cherry hurriedly stood up and ran to a door, opened it to show her.

Purple Summers walked over as Cherry quickly ran back to sit on the play mat and continued watching the cartoon, her expression especially focused.

Seeing Cherry’s behavior, Purple Summers felt mixed emotions. If it weren’t for knowing those... the little girl in front of her would honestly seem completely pure and adorable.

She entered the bathroom, which was also very spacious—enough to fit a double bed comfortably. Village self-built houses seemed to prefer everything being built spacious and large.

Purple Summers searched around the bathroom—clean towels, toothbrushes, toilet paper, sanitary pads, and several boxes of women’s underwear still in their packaging, even intimate care products were available, everything one needed, it seemed they really intended for her to spend her puerperium in this godforsaken place.

She stayed in the bathroom for a while.

Her lochia flowed continuously; she was covered in sweat, her hair sticking wetly to her skin, leaving her feeling both weak and wretched.

Why had she fallen into such a helpless situation?

Purple Summers bit her lip, took a dry towel to wipe off the sweat on her body, and as she wiped her chest, it throbbed painfully, an ache that pierced to the core.

Tears fell all at once.

Thinking of her children...

She had gone through so much to give birth to them, yet hadn’t fed them a single time...

...

There came a knocking from outside.

Perhaps because she had stayed in the bathroom for quite a long time, Nathaniel asked from outside the door, "Do you need any help?"

Purple Summers rubbed her eyes forcefully, thinking: Who would want your disgustingly fake kindness! Disgusting!

Having composed herself, she came out of the bathroom. Nathaniel handed her a small bowl of soup exuding a strong smell of traditional medicine.

Purple Summers frowned, unmoved.

"Pospartum soup, for postnatal care," Nathaniel said.

A cold sneer curled the corners of Purple Summers’ mouth, the puerperium meal was certainly standard.

Since it was meant for her recovery, she wouldn’t intentionally oppose herself, but the taste was awful; Purple Summers drank it with a furrowed brow and handed the bowl back to Nathaniel.

Her mouth was filled with bitterness.

Cherry, who had been watching the cartoon, suddenly stood up and ran to her, opening her hand to reveal a piece of candy in her palm.

"This is sweet," Cherry said with a pleading look in her eyes.

Purple Summers looked at her steadily for a while before coldly shifting her gaze away, ignoring her, and walked away on her own.