Chapter 812: Chapter 812: Where Exactly Is It?_1
Purple Summers sipped her soup silently, said a hoarse “thank you” to Caitlin Carter, then lay back down and closed her eyes to rest.
She needed to recover quickly, strong and healthy; she couldn’t afford to be a burden to Alexander Summers.
What if he climbed through her window in the middle of the night, asking her to flee with him to the ends of the Earth?
Gavin Graves said softly to her, “Purple, I’ll come to see you again tomorrow.”
Purple Summers opened her eyes, “Young Master Graves, thank you for today, but I’m really fine. You don’t need to worry about me.”
Gavin Graves smiled faintly, “Rest well,” and then he left the hospital room.
Caitlin Carter watched the two exchange words, confusion apparent in her eyes.
In the following days, Caitlin Carter brought soup to Purple Summers every day, but the old lady never came again, not even to visit her son, let alone visit Purple Summers, as if the irritation from the last time had not subsided.
Purple Summers knew nothing of this and didn’t care in the slightest.
She ate on schedule, slept on schedule at the hospital, all the while keeping up with developments in Clearwater City.
Every day the news would follow up. Some anonymous source provided a tip-off, saying that the banquet held on the yacht that day was not an ordinary gathering but a retirees meeting prepared for Roy Howard.
Somebody found a group of snipers shot dead on the opposite bank of the river.
People guessed that these killers were arranged by Damian Howard, waiting for the yacht to dock before assassinating Roy Howard. However, Roy Howard had made the first move.
The wreckage of the yacht bore bullet marks; a fierce gun battle had taken place that day, ultimately leading to a fuel leak that caused the entire yacht to explode.
Thus, it was all an accident.
Purple Summers vaguely grasped something, sketching out the outline of the entire incident in her mind—
Damian Howard had arranged snipers along the riverbank.
Roy Howard sensed it beforehand and had his men take out the snipers.
Some on the yacht realized the plan had failed and acted on a sudden murderous impulse.
Gunfire broke out between the two sides, the fuel tank was hit, and then the yacht exploded…
So, was everything truly just an accident? An accident that took Damian Howard by surprise and one that Alexander Summers could not have anticipated?
Purple Summers stared intently at the bold black text on her phone: No survivors.
No matter how lucky Alexander Summers was, he was not a ghost or God; his mortal body couldn’t possibly withstand the blast force of an explosion. So many people were killed or knocked unconscious by the blast, their bodies scattered and drifting in the river waters, some retrieved, others left floating to oblivion.
And Alexander? Where was he?
From Gavin Graves, Purple learnt that Damian Howard hadn’t given up; Damian’s private boats were still scouring the downstream area of Clearwater, searching for Roy Howard.
She was supposed to hate this man, yet when she heard the news, she felt comforted.
At least there was someone else in the world who, like her, believed that Alexander Summers was not dead.
As if Damian Howard’s determined search made it easier for her to convince herself: Alexander Summers was not dead.
He was alive, biding his time in hiding, gathering strength. Once he had enough, he would boldly return, as wickedly defiant as he ever was.
Purple Summers had been in the hospital for a full seven days.
Her body had fully recovered. She planned to make contact with Zack Wallace first, then fly directly from Kingsley to Pearlpoint. Once settled, she would arrange for Atra Blanc to be brought over.
The Howard Family had suffered heavy losses, and countless casinos throughout Wheatley awaited new management. Damian Howard must be frantic enough without having the time to mess with the goings-on in Pearlpoint.
Besides, Alexander Summers had built his foundation in Pearlpoint, where his influence was deep-rooted. Any move by Damian Howard was bound to provoke widespread anger, and it was very likely that his men in Pearlpoint would be unable to mobilize.
Purple Summers stood by the window, lost in thought.
She was considering asking Gavin Graves for some help.
Although she didn’t like to trouble others, when she needed assistance, she wouldn’t hesitate to ask.
Caitlin Carter walked into the hospital room with a lunch box, saw the packed clothes on the bed, and knew Purple Summers was about to leave. She hesitated before saying, “Purple, would you want to… visit your father? I mean, Christopher Simonson.”