Chapter 790: Chapter 790: Second Young Master_1
Although he was disgusted, he did not go so far as to bully a child, especially since at that time, after inheriting part of the estate, he had become a thorn in Mrs. Summers’ side and was too busy dealing with his own issues to concern himself with others.
Alexander Summers’ interactions with his younger sister Purple were minimal, and the few memories he had of her were negative.
“She was obsessed with death metal rock music since her teens, often not coming home until the middle of the night, either attending underground concerts or hanging out in internet cafes,” Alexander said, “Once, she didn’t come home all day. Mom went out looking for her from nine at night until four in the morning. It snowed heavily that day, and when Mom returned, her clothes, hair, and eyelashes were all covered in snow. She had a high fever the next day, hitting 39 degrees. A servant called to tell me, and that’s how I found out.”
Alexander sighed softly and continued, “I immediately rushed back from Pearlpoint City intending to discipline her, but Mom wouldn’t allow it. She said it was her own fault for not raising Purple properly and that it wasn’t Purple’s fault. At the time, I really couldn’t understand. We had to take responsibility for Meredith Richards’ death and her child, but why did we also have to take responsibility for this child’s life?”
If everyone else had to take responsibility for everything, then what about him? Who was responsible for his life?
In Alexander’s view, Atra Blanc had already done her duty by raising Meredith Richards’ child, Purple Summers. Whether Purple grew up to be successful was her own fate and had nothing to do with Atra Blanc.
Of course, Purple Summers’ reclusive and defiant personality was inseparable from her upbringing.
But why should Atra Blanc be required to provide Purple Summers with a perfect upbringing?
Even biological parents can only do their best; no one can guarantee to provide a child with an absolutely perfect environment for growth.
Life’s hardships come in various forms, and at least at that time, ensuring that Purple Summers was free from worry about food and clothing was the maximum effort Atra Blanc could make.
After finishing, Alexander turned his head to look at her and asked, “Do you think I’m heartless?”
She rubbed her face against his arm and said softly, “I think you do care for your sister.”
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have said so much.
Explaining one by one why he had become distant from his sister, it was unclear whether he was convincing someone else or himself.
Alexander was silent for a long time before expelling a breath, “Maybe you’re right, she’s quite pitiful.”
To drift through life aimlessly for sixteen years and for it to come to an abrupt end before it truly started; that was indeed pitiful.
Maybe because they talked too much about the past, or maybe because they were worried about Dylan Summers in the hospital, Purple Summers and Alexander Summers both couldn’t sleep that night, and they talked softly while leaning on the bed.
Purple asked him, “Mrs. Summers was so against you, did you inherit a lot of the estate?”
“Fifteen percent,” Alexander replied.
Purple was quite surprised, “…Fifteen percent?”
Seeing what she was thinking, Alexander laughed and said, “Nathaniel Summers got even less; he and Dylan Summers each received 10%.”
“What about the rest?” Purple was greatly surprised, because by that math, the three of them together only had 35%. What about the remaining 65%?
Could it all have gone to Atra Blanc?
Old Master Summers passed away after being cared for by Atra Blanc, who moved him with her devotion, so it was very possible he left most of his wealth to the woman he loved.
“The remaining 60% went to Clyde Summers, and 5% to my mother,” Alexander explained.
Purple looked bewildered, not catching on to who Clyde Summers was.
Alexander, amused by her confused expression, pinched her nose, “Second Young Master Summers, the one in jail.”
“Oh! That’s him…” Purple came to a realization, vaguely remembering that Nathaniel once mentioned that Second Young Master Summers was the son Old Master Summers was most proud of.
Being proud of someone is different from favoring them.
Parents might present all treasures to their favored child, but the inheritance of the family business always falls upon the child whom they are most proud of.
“What kind of person is he?” Purple asked curiously.
However, Alexander was unwilling to elaborate further, closing his eyes and saying indifferently, “What kind of person can he be? Just an ordinary living person.”