Chapter 792 -792: Dividing the Family_1
Dylan Summers died.
His death was sudden yet glamorous, dying to save another, an act that seemed to add luster to his family’s face even though they’d rather not mention it.
Purple Summers felt that for someone like Dylan Summers, who cared so much about appearances, such a way to die was actually quite fitting.
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Subtle changes had taken place within the Summers Family.
Previously, Mrs. Summers held the reins of power. After her demise, authority naturally fell upon the eldest, Dylan Summers. Now that Dylan had died, with the second young master in prison, the third behaving dispiritedly, and the fourth young master who had no desire to be involved in such matters, authority had somehow shifted to Atra Blanc.
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Atra Blanc’s disposition was the polar opposite of Mrs. Summers’s.
Mrs. Summers had a strong desire for control, wanting to hold everything in her grasp, while Atra was gentle and agreeable, wishing only for peaceful days. It was difficult for her to take on the role of housekeeper.
On the eve of Lunar New Year’s Eve, Atra Blanc and Laura Summers brought the discharged Yolanda Summers home, and the family barely managed to have a reunion dinner together.
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By the first day of the lunar year, Alexander Summers and Nathaniel Summers openly discussed—
“The plan was to move out before the new year, but such an incident happened. Moving out for sure, but I won’t completely disregard the reputation of the Summers Family. Even if moving, I’ll wait till after Dylan’s 49 days have passed. We don’t need to pretend to be harmonious brothers. Everyone knows exactly how your mother swindled my 15% of shares, rehashing the past is tedious, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t happen. I won’t ask for that money back, but when it’s time to split this family, let’s split it.”
What was called a ‘discussion’ was, in fact, a notification.
He couldn’t allow Purple Summers to continue living with Nathaniel. To do so would be like keeping sheep in a wolf’s den, which would make him uneasy every day.
After listening, Nathaniel didn’t look at Alexander but cast a cold gaze at Purple Summers, like a snake circling in the shadows.
Purple Summers sat beside Alexander, her eyelids slightly drooped, her eyes clear as a tranquil spring.
Her posture was graceful and dignified; her demeanor very calm.
Nathaniel’s breathing became stifled.
In front of him, her “husband,” she brazenly proposed to move out and cohabit with her adulterer, without a trace of guilt or panic. She was shamelessly brazen!
How could he have fallen for such a woman?!
Nathaniel’s hand clenched into a fist under the table, choked with resentment so strong he felt the urge to flip the table over.
“I wouldn’t dare acknowledge a brother like you,” Nathaniel sneered, his teeth clenched. “Making a special point of it, as if you’re expecting me to ask you to stay?”
Alexander chuckled, “You should be grateful that you’re my brother and only suffered flesh wounds. If it were anyone else, they’d probably be dead and not able to speak in front of me right now.”
Nathaniel’s fist tightened even more! His whole body was tense, the sharpness in his eyes was enough to tear Alexander to pieces!
Alexander was openly mocking him!
Having ruined his body, stolen his woman, and now preparing to trample his dignity underfoot—Alexander Summers was a monster devoid of humanity! A devil!
The extreme anger almost caused Nathaniel’s brain to explode!
Purple Summers suddenly stood up, pulling Alexander’s arm to leave. She didn’t want to witness any further confrontation between them.
When they reached the door, she heard a crashing sound behind her, the dropping of cups, plates, and tea, creating a chaotic mess.
It was Nathaniel overturning the table.
Purple Summers paused, hesitated for a moment, and said, “Nathaniel, have you ever considered that if you had disclosed the truth to me without concealment when you encountered trouble back then, our outcome might have been different?
I am truly sorry for what happened to you, but I am also a victim. Can you not put the entire blame for the failure of our marriage on me alone?”