Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime-Chapter 722 - : A Bunch of Lily of the Valley_1

Chapter 722: Chapter 722: A Bunch of Lily of the Valley_1

For an old man nearing his seventies, there’s nothing more regrettable than having descendants lost to the outside world.

If Purple Summers really is not a part of the Simonson Family as she claims, then that’s fine.

But if…

If she truly is the child Meredith Richards bore for Christopher Simonson, Old Master Simonson would probably never be able to let go until his dying breath.

Christopher was his only son, and not having his lineage continue would be the greatest sorrow for the old man.

In the study, Christopher remained silent throughout; he could not relax either.

Purple Summers publicly declared herself unrelated to the Simonson Family, which meant that, whether there was a blood relation or not, she could no longer return to the Simonson Family.

Otherwise, it would be seen as going back on her word, and the mockery and insults would come down on her a hundredfold, a thousandfold; the Simonson Family would not escape unscathed.

Although he understood rationally that the current outcome was for the best, emotionally, he found it difficult to accept.

—Is Purple Summers, after all, his daughter?

…

Purple Summers didn’t care in the slightest about the Simonson Family’s anguish and pain.

She only felt that she had resolved a major trouble, and from now on, she would no longer have to worry about anyone meddling in her life under the guise of family.

In the last week of October, Purple Summers and Alexander Summers went to the mountain to pick pomegranates.

The pomegranates were all ripe, with lustrous red and plump fruits, hanging heavily on the branches, a sight that brought joy to anyone who saw it.

Some pomegranates were too high to reach, even for Alexander, so he lifted Purple Summers onto his shoulders to pick them. The two frolicked on the mountain, working up a sweat before they stopped.

A carload of pomegranates was taken home; some were juiced, and some were eaten fresh.

Tiny loved them, too, nibbling occasionally, but it had a peculiar habit: it thought the shiny pomegranate seeds were pretty, so it collected many and hid them in the grass under the eaves.

As it happened, the weather in Clearwater City just warmed up these days, with gentle sunshine and no wind or rain, and those pomegranate seeds sprouted one after another.

Unable to find its treasures, Tiny was perplexed. It tilted its head, pacing around the young sprouts that grew from the pomegranate seeds, then chewed a little and dug with its paws, sending Purple Summers into fits of laughter at the side.

Atra Blanc kindly told Tiny, “Tiny, stop digging. All your pomegranates have sprouted. If you keep digging, you won’t even have the seedlings left.”

Purple Summers heard this and laughed even harder, tears beginning to fall.

Atra Blanc found a flowerpot and transplanted the pomegranate seedlings into it, keeping them indoors. Otherwise, when the temperature dropped in a few days, the seedlings would surely freeze to death outside.

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“Growing pomegranates is a good omen; it signifies many children, many blessings,” Atra Blanc said as she watered them.

Purple Summers and Alexander both showed expressions of astonishment.

Hadn’t Atra Blanc always felt that Purple Summers was too young for love and marriage? How could she now even accept the idea of having children?

Atra Blanc continued, “Tiny planted pomegranates this year; next year it will surely lay a lot of eggs…”

Alexander: “…”

Purple Summers: “…”

…Pfft!

The siblings fell onto the sofa together, laughing uncontrollably.

Atra Blanc looked at them, puzzled by their uncomposed state, “What’s gotten into you? You’re acting so strangely.”

Purple Summers, out of breath with laughter, thought to herself: Life is so good this way, I could never have enough…

In the blink of an eye, it was November, and the preliminary results of the judicial examination were out.

Without any doubt, Purple Summers made it into the interview phase.

The interview results were announced a week later, and Purple Summers was admitted to the Huaya Institute of Law with an outstanding ranking.

Being admitted to the Judicial Training Institute at the age of seventeen was unthinkable.

Her classmates sent their blessings, and someone even sent flowers anonymously, a bouquet of lily of the valley.

Purple Summers felt sweet inside, thinking Alexander was up to his mysterious ways again.

After school, while she walked out of the school gate holding the bouquet of lily of the valley, she saw Alexander stepping out of the car, holding a bouquet of white roses.

Purple Summers paused where she stood.

Suddenly, she remembered that in her previous life, when she had been admitted to the Judicial Training Institute, Nathaniel Summers had exactly sent her a bouquet of lily of the valley…