Chapter 838: Chapter 838 Want a younger brother_1
“You see, I can’t even bring myself to say the word ‘dad’…” Purple Summers tugged at the corner of her mouo it.
So let’s just treat all this as a transaction of interests, how about that? I give you bone marrow, you give me the identity of the president’s daughter, we get along amicably and treat each other as equals. Don’t use me while pulling at the strings of kinship, that would make me uncomfortable.
Interests are visible and have a clear price, but kinship doesn’t, such ties make me feel confused, I don’t know how to deal with them, so… the way things are now, it’s really good.”
Either we are close relatives or clear-cut partners in interest, don’t mix them together, that would put Purple Summers in a very difficult position.
Christopher Simonson understood what Purple Summers meant, feeling both heavyhearted and sad.
The familial compensation he so unilaterally desired was, in Purple’s view, actually a burden.
“Sorry, no matter what…” Christopher Simonson sighed.
Purple Summers smiled and said, “You really don’t need to apologize. If you truly feel indebted, why not give me a younger brother instead?”
Christopher Simonson was stunned, wondering if he had heard wrong.
“Of course, not right now,” Purple Summers smiled lightly, “After nurturing your health for another couple of years, you should think about having children. Aunt Caitlin is only thirty-four this year, she’s still young, you should give her a child.”
Christopher Simonson felt a bit embarrassed, and without evasion, he told her, “After your mother left, I had a vasectomy…”
Purple Summers was momentarily taken aback.
Chrischarge of my own life, felt like a failure, and didn’t want my children to end up like me, so I chose an extreme way…”
Purple Summers cocked her head and asked him, “Are you… an idealist?”
Christopher Simonson gave a wry smile, nodding his head, “Maybe, my dream when I was young was to become an astronomer, not having to deal with all manner of politicians, and my daily job would just be looking up at the stars in the sky.”
Having said that, he seemingly found it somewhat laughable to discuss such things from his past at the age of over forty, and Christopher Simonson laughed embarrassingly.
“Is it a bit silly?” he asked.
“Do you want the truth?” Purple Summers countered.
Christopher Simonson said, “Of course.”
Purple Summers answered seriously, “It is indeed a bit silly.”
Christopher Simonson laughed.
Purple Summers continued, “If you had persisted back then, the world might not have gained a great astronomer, but you chose a political career, making contributions to all aspects of public welfare, like pushing forward with judicial reform. So, in terms of value, I think what you do now far surpasses a person who looks at the stars every day.”
“Yes, I also think I am pragmatic,” Purple Summers said with a light smile, revealing her white teeth and a girl’s naïve charm on her cold, distant face.
Christopher Simonson asked, “Is wanting a brother also because of practicality?”
After thinking for a moment, Purple Summers weighed her words and replied, “I might sound contemptible to you saying this… I need this identity now because I need the backing of the Presidential Palace, or to be more precise, the power of the Simonson Family.
Violet Nelson has lived in the Simonson Family for over a decade and shares a deep bond with you all, something I can’t compare with, so I can only look to the future. A younger brother would give me more peace of mind.”