Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Chapter 2: She Died 2

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Her consciousness was engulfed in chaos for a long time.

Upon regaining her senses, the first feeling she felt was pain!

Her limbs were sore and powerless, her stomach had a burning sensation like being set on fire, and her head throbbed as if it had been pounded with a hammer!

She opened her eyes and saw a white ceiling, blue hospital sheets, and transparent IV bags with various labels on them.

…This is a hospital, right?

She closed her eyes with a frown, vaguely recalling the last few fragments of memory— that man, taking her lifeless body to meet a peculiar old man who claimed to bring her back to life…

Could it be, she was really brought back to life?!

She lifted one hand, pinched herself, then stared at her black nail polish.

She was alive… but she didn’t know whose body she was using now?

Suzanne Saunders subconsciously wanted to find a mirror and have a look.

She was extremely emotional, desperate to find out if she had really come back to life.

At that moment, the door to the hospital room suddenly opened—

A beautiful middle-aged woman entered the room, her eyes brimming with tears, and said to the man behind her, “What should we do? Purple hasn’t woken up, and the doctor said if she doesn’t wake up soon, her life will be in danger… Purple?!”

The voice abruptly ceased.

The middle-aged woman saw Suzanne Saunders awake on the bed, rushed over to her with delight, “Purple! You’re awake?! Do you feel any discomfort? Promise not to do anything foolish again, alright? Your mom is so worried!”

Suzanne was puzzled.

This woman… was Aunt Atra, wasn’t she?

Aunt Atra called her Purple; could it be she had turned into…the least favored foster daughter of the Summers Family, Purple Summers?

Atra Blanc wiped her tears, then continued, “Fortunately, your brother brought you to the hospital in time. Otherwise… what would your mother do…”

Suzanne became even more baffled…

Brother? …Right, if she had become Purple Summers, then Alexander Summers should be her brother.

—Alexander Summers, the Fourth Young Master of the Summers Family.

Suzanne’s husband, Nathaniel Summers, was the third son of the family. So, Alexander was her younger brother-in-law. But now…

Haha, from sister-in-law to sister, what a mess of generation!

Furthermore, Alexander Summers was a man of cunning, deceit, wickedness, and extremely vengeful!

He was Old Master Summers’ and Atra Blanc’s late-life child. With no one backing him after the old master’s death, and Atra Blanc being weak, Alexander suffered great bully in the Summers Family!

He deliberately pretended to be a spoiled playboy to lull Mrs. Summers into a false sense of security while secretly amassing power; ten years of lurking for the chance to strike a heavy blow to the Summers Family!

Mrs. Summers, who had abused him, died in a car accident.

Second Young Master Summers, who had bullied him, was imprisoned for bribery.

Even the innocuous Third Young Master was facing bankruptcy!

Suzanne believed this was not a coincidence; it could only be attributed to Alexander Summers!

In order to save her husband’s company, she had run around raising money but constantly hit a wall. It wasn’t until a friend privately reminded her that she realized Alexander’s other identity was not so simple!

He wanted to destroy the Summers Corporation, and there was no one in Clearwater City who dared to help?!

Unfortunately, Suzanne died before she could investigate further.

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—Of course, she didn’t have the chance to tell her husband about it and let him be played with by Alexander. She didn’t feel sorry at all!

Atra Blanc noticed her daughter staring blankly at Alexander and couldn’t help but worry, “Purple, what’s wrong? Do… do you still recognize me? This is your brother, don’t you remember?”

Alexander lazily lifted an eyelid and said sarcastically, “She tried to kill herself through alcohol and cutting her wrist, not by damaging her brain, so she won’t have memory loss.”

Suzanne: “…”

My brother, could your words be any more poisonous? Could you please take care of your sister’s fragile feelings after her failed suicide attempt?