Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime - Chapter 670

Chapter 670: Chapter 670: The Last Letter_1

After returning home, Atra Blanc found the handwritten suicide note of Meredith Richards in her privately stored box and handed it to Purple Summers.

This letter was perhaps the only evidence that Meredith Richards ever existed in this world.

The paper had yellowed slightly, but was very smooth, obviously well preserved by Atra Blanc.

Purple Summers sat alone in her room reading the letter.

Meredith Richards had written in a beautiful fountain pen script, graceful and vigorous, showing no weakness, with a hidden sharpness in the strokes.

Looking at her writing, Purple could imagine what a proud and beautiful woman she must have been.

Sometimes pride is not a bad thing, with a bit of arrogance in one’s bones, one can live freely, especially since Meredith Richards was born into a prestigious family and studied under a great teacher. She had every right to her pride.

Unfortunately, she couldn’t get past the obstacle of love.

The suicide note was only one page, and despite a somber tone within the lines, the literary flair and choice of words were quite beautiful.

Within the letter, Meredith Richards discussed her final affairs, showing no reluctance to leave the world behind; she seemed eager for relief, as if tormented by the agony of depression. In several places in the letter, it seemed she was about to mention that man, but she would only start and then abruptly change the subject, deliberately avoiding it—perhaps this was a painful disguise.

She requested Atra Blanc to scatter her ashes into the Clearwater, “wishing to follow the rivers into the sea, alone and light, unburdened by reputation,” and then, at the end of the letter, she mentioned her newly born daughter with only one sentence: “It is my uselessness, I am sorry for her!”

Having finished reading, Purple Summers was overwhelmed with mixed emotions.

She could feel how utterly hopeless Meredith Richards must have been when she wrote this letter; otherwise, she wouldn’t have described inconsequential things in detail while deliberately concealing or glossing over her lover and child, the most important things.

Concealing scars is a natural instinct to protect oneself.

Purple Summers put away the letter, deciding to visit Aria Jackson another day to retrieve the belonging of the younger Purple Summers, and place the heirlooms of mother and daughter together.

It’s quite poignant to think that both mother and daughter said goodbye to the world in such a steadfast and resolute manner, their stubbornness inherent in their bones.

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At dinner, Atra Blanc brought out a red, embroidered pouch and gently placed it in front of Purple Summers.

“Mom, what’s this?” Purple looked at it with a sense of familiarity.

She untied the knotted string to reveal an emerald-green jade bracelet, lustrous and crystal clear.

Purple suddenly realized why it looked familiar; wasn’t this the family heirloom that Atra had been planning to give away last time? It was supposed to be for her son’s fiancée, but he ended up breaking up with the girl within a few days.

Unexpectedly, the bracelet had made its way into her hands.

Atra Blanc fitted the Parker jade bracelet onto Purple Summers’ wrist, making her slender and luminous wrist appear even more radiant and delicate against the smooth green stone.

However, the bracelet on Purple’s wrist made the cord bracelet seem out of place. Unaware of its significance, Atra Blanc untied the cord bracelet, laughing as she said, “Purple’s wrist is slim; it will look even better in a couple of years.”

Purple, quite pleased with herself, lifted her wrist towards Alexander Summers and shook it, asking him, “Does it look good?”

Alexander, keeping a straight face, nodded, “Mmm, it looks good.”

He hooked her leg under the table.

Purple glared at him irritably, but without any excessive reaction. Seeing that he looked quite pitiful, Purple, in a generous mood, decided to let him indulge himself.

Atra Blanc, unaware of the undercurrents beneath the table, did, however, notice the red string on Alexander’s wrist, and after seeing the one she had just removed from Purple’s wrist, felt suddenly conflicted.

These two… when exactly had they gotten together?

Sigh, a twisted fate.