Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime
Chapter 1185: Are You About to Die?_1

Chapter 1185: Chapter 1185: Are You About to Die?_1

"Sometimes, I think that the things in this world are truly fascinating," Nathaniel Summers said with a faint smile on his face, like he was mocking life, or perhaps just expressing indifferent acceptance.

"If it were not for Alexander Summers, you wouldn’t have become what you are now, I wouldn’t have become what I am now, and Cherry wouldn’t have become what she is now." Nathaniel Summers looked at Purple Summers, "For one’s own selfish desires, to bring back a loved one using another’s body, and at the same time resurrecting a malevolent ghost that has murdered countless times, tell me, isn’t that interesting?"

Purple Summers turned slightly pale and pressed her lips together without speaking.

Nathaniel Summers continued to press her, "Tell me, isn’t this the karma he’s created? Tell me... isn’t this the seed he sowed, and the fruit that’s now borne?"

"Do you think by saying this, you can make me feel guilty, sinful, and in pain?" Purple Summers’ spine was tense as she asked in a suppressed voice, "Do you think this will torment my conscience?"

"Ha... adulterers, speaking of conscience..." Nathaniel Summers gently shook his head, murmuring softly, "If only you hadn’t come back to life, how good it would have been, everything stopping at the most beautiful moment."

Purple Summers said coldly, "I’m in your hands now, you can kill me."

"Kill you, and then let Alexander Summers bring you back to life?" Nathaniel Summers shook his head, "Earlier, you asked me if I was confident in defeating Alexander Summers, I don’t need to defeat him, I just need to ensure that Alexander Summers lives this life, this entire lifetime, in endless pain."

"So you want me to bear your child?" Purple Summers said, "But do not forget, Alexander Summers is a pervert, he wouldn’t mind me marrying someone else, and he also wouldn’t mind me giving birth to another’s child! If you want to make him suffer, this tactic is hardly sufficient!"

Nathaniel Summers laughed softly, as if he had encountered something incredibly funny, his shoulders trembling slightly.

"Your state of mind... is really good, even at a time like this, you’re trying to fish for information."

After he had his fill of laughter, Nathaniel Summers looked up at her, his dark eyes holding a mocking smile, "No need to probe, I can tell you plainly right now, I will make you carry a ghost child! And then send you back to his side—"

"Blood of my blood, if the ghost child is killed, you will die, if not... when it’s born, you will still die. Alexander Summers is so capable, isn’t he? I really want to see, in such a deadlock, how will he break free?"

Purple Summers was stunned.

Not out of fear.

In fact, when things evolve to an unimaginable level, a person’s senses become numb. Before fear sets in, one first feels it’s absurd, incredible, hard to comprehend.

Even if Nathaniel Summers really succeeded, even if Alexander Summers’ eventual fate were to be miserable, so what? Before achieving his great revenge, Nathaniel Summers would be tormented to death by Alexander!

This kind of revenge isn’t really smart.

Purple Summers was silent for a long time, then remembered something Cherry had said before.

"Cherry said, ’you be the father, I’ll be the mother, we’ll be a happy family together.’" Purple Summers pursed her lips and asked in a low voice, "Nathaniel, are you... about to die?"

Cherry was a ghost.

Even with a borrowed ghost child’s body, it was still a ghost.

Hunter Dalton said that those who train ghosts do not live long.

Nathaniel Summers said she would die after giving birth to the ghost child.

If he died and she died, they would make good company for Cherry, truly becoming a family... no, a family of ghosts.

Purple Summers realized it all and took a deep breath.

"Let it go, Nathaniel," she advised once more.

She sincerely hoped Nathaniel would let it go.

If a person stakes their all on revenge, she would find such a person terrifying, hateful, and even more pitiful.