Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime-Chapter 931 - Dont You Recognize Me Anymore_1

Chapter 931: Chapter 931: Don’t You Recognize Me Anymore?_1

Chapter 931: Chapter 931: Don’t You Recognize Me Anymore?_1

The media must never promote superstitious beliefs, hence the news commentator harshly ridiculed the current situation of the Howard Family.

Ordinary people who see this news might only sigh: “The head of the Howard Family is so ill that he’s even begun to believe in witchcraft and superstition.”

But those with a discerning eye would realize what this news truly signifies.

The younger members of the Howard Family all have parents and siblings, who are also part of the Howard Family.

Everyone possesses protective feelings toward their own children. Damian Howard using his family members as scapegoats has incurred public outrage. Even without concrete evidence, there’s no smoke without fire. The Howards would never allow such a person to sit in the family head position.

Purple Summers could almost foresee the internal chaos in the Howard family.

And the mastermind behind it all, needless to speculate, was definitely Alexander Summers.

Speaking of which, Alexander really should thank Nathaniel Summers for the information. It was only after learning that Mr. Ghost Hayes was in Damian Howard’s hands that Alexander saw through Damian’s intentions. Without this, toppling Damian would not have been so easy.

Purple watched the news, expecting there would be follow-up reports.

She felt a mix of emotions and a desire to laugh: “…Such an unscrupulous move.”

Could it be anything but unscrupulous? Stir up a news story, let others fight among themselves, and just sit back and enjoy the drama without worrying about the consequences.

Purple thought that Alexander was full of cunning schemes, utterly devious.

Then, she suddenly felt that Alexander’s memory loss was a good thing. Not remembering Damian’s past favors, he fought ruthlessly without any hesitation.

Purple sat on the bed, thinking wildly about everything until her mind was finally at ease, then got up to wash up and have breakfast.

Halfway through breakfast, she remembered there was someone else at home and instructed the servant beside her, “Send a portion of breakfast over to the flower garden side as well.”

Just so Mr. Ghost Hayes wouldn’t starve to death.

Purple meant well, but the servant returned and told her that Mr. Ghost Hayes wanted to see her.

Purple was also eager to ask Mr. Ghost Hayes many questions, so she said, “Bring him over then.”

When the bodyguard brought Mr. Ghost Hayes to the dining room, Purple saw that the old man was covered in dirt, his clothes stained, and there was a red mark of an abrasion on his face.

“Did you beat him up?” Purple asked in surprise.

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The bodyguard replied, “When we were taking him out, he tried to escape by climbing over the wall and fell off by himself.”

Purple: “…”

The walls of her house were nearly 3 meters tall.

Purple, at a loss yet amused: “Why bother? Even if you managed to get out, you would be caught by Damian’s people.”

Mr. Ghost Hayes detected the kindness in Purple’s tone, his eyes brightened, and he pleaded immediately, “Miss, you have the heart of a Bodhisattva, kind and merciful. Please take pity on an old man like me, already one foot in the grave. Please let me go! I promise I won’t cause you any trouble!”

Purple laughed, continuing to eat the wonton in her bowl without saying a word.

The wontons were filled with fresh pork and wrapped with corn kernels, the salty fragrance revealing a sweet undertone, delicious in flavor.

The aroma wafted into Mr. Ghost Hayes’ nostrils bit by bit, arousing his appetite, but as soon as he remembered Alexander, the devil, his hunger was suppressed by a chilling fear.

“Miss, please show some mercy! When that man comes back, he’ll take half my life! If you let me go, Miss, you’ll be blessed in the future!” The old man’s voice carried a whine, though it was such a fake cry that not even his eye sockets reddened.

Purple reassured Mr. Ghost Hayes, “His temper is bad, but he won’t take your life. You can stay here with peace of mind.”

At those words, Mr. Ghost Hayes’ complexion turned even paler: “Miss, I can’t bear the half-dead torture he would put me through!”

Purple could not help but laugh out loud: “What on earth did you do to be this scared of him!”

Mr. Ghost Hayes went from pale to red, looking somewhat embarrassed, and didn’t answer.

After finishing the wontons, Purple put down her soup spoon and looked at Mr. Ghost Hayes with newfound interest, smiling as she asked, “Do you really not recognize me anymore?”