Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime
Chapter 1198: Super Degree_1

Chapter 1198: Chapter 1198: Super Degree_1

Nathaniel Summers was dead.

This man, who had betrayed her, murdered her and then held her captive when she was weak, even intending for her to bear a demon’s child and suffer endlessly, she hated him to the bone.

Yet, when he died, there was not a hint of pleasure in her heart, only a spreading bitterness and sorrow.

She wasn’t heartbroken, but she truly was upset.

Nathaniel Summers shouldn’t have died like this.

At least, he shouldn’t have died because of her.

Purple Summers’s face was buried in Alexander Summers’s embrace, her voice hoarse and unlike her own, "It’s so annoying... I just wanted to settle things, but now, it seems I still owe him a little... a little bit of an unsettled debt."

Alexander held her quietly, all emotions hidden in silence.

When the dust settled, sometimes it brought a conclusion to everything, and sometimes it was insolvable, those tangles of kindness and resentment already turned into a mess that becomes more entangled the more you deal with it, only to wait for time to bring a release and compromise.

In the two months that Purple Summers went missing, he had been angry, hateful, and had roared, but after Nathaniel’s death, all of it became meaningless.

Alexander sighed slightly and gently stroked Purple Summers’s shoulder-length hair...

...

Nathaniel Summers’s body was found a day later.

Pulled from the river, he lay sopping wet on the stretcher, his slender body emaciated, with fine pieces of ice entwined among his thick black hair.

He had an extraordinarily peaceful expression, just as Purple had described, as if he had gone to a world that was both immensely dark and immensely tranquil.

Alexander arranged for a ritual to release Nathaniel’s soul.

The mages circled the deceased, chanting incomprehensible prayers, sheets of yellow talismans fluttering through the air, igniting blue-green flames in the bleak and desolate cold winter, striking the ancient bronze bells, Dobby, Dobby...

The sound seemed to call the soul forth, and yet also seemed to send it away.

Alexander watched from afar.

The feeling was hard to describe.

To Nathaniel, he had never really felt hatred, more a disdain, a contempt.

Since childhood, he and Atra Blanc were expelled to the small western-style house, and though both were young masters of the Summers Family, their treatments were worlds apart—

Nathaniel attended an elite school; he was framed and expelled.

Nathaniel got into the best university; he could only drift away to make a living.

Nathaniel married the top female prosecutor of Clearwater; he lived a life licking blood off knife edges, with no guarantee of surviving to the next day...

Alexander had always looked down on Nathaniel, feeling that his flower-surrounded life was merely due to Mrs. Summers’s protection, that the wealthy family had given Nathaniel opportunities and dignity, apparently successful and accomplished, but in reality weak and vulnerable.

However, this man he always looked down upon suddenly did something that could be considered great.

Was it a moment of repentance before death?

Or a helpless release?

...In any case, he found liberation.

He freed himself, Alexander, and Purple Summers.

On the riverbank, the children beside the mages burned a lot of paper, Zack Wallace’s eyes teared from the smoke, and he hurriedly trotted over when he saw Alexander waving at him from a distance.

Alexander asked him, "How much longer?"

"Still early, just opening the altar takes 45 minutes, and then there are rituals like circling the coffin, burning the morning, noon, and evening offerings... It won’t finish in a few days," Zack replied, "Sir, you should go back and stay with the madam; I’m watching over here."

"Hmm," Alexander nodded slightly, threw the half-burnt cigarette onto the ground and crushed it, then returned to the car with an indifferent expression.

As the car drove away, Zack watched the receding vehicle and breathed a sigh of relief.

Turning around, he saw Mr. Ghost Hayes standing at the edge of the riverbank, craning his neck and sneakily watching something.

"Hey! What are you sneaking around for?" Zack shouted at him, "Come back and watch; I don’t understand the rituals for soul release!"

Mr. Ghost Hayes retracted his neck and gave him an embarrassed smile, pulling his sleeves around his hands as he walked back.

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