Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

Chapter 662: Chapter 662 Time for a Wash and Sleep_1

In the evening, Alexander Summers and Atra Blanc had their first mother-son argument.

“You can’t sleep in your sister’s room!” Atra Blanc said, her eyes reddening with anger.

In the past, Alexander Summers always coaxed, deceived, and concealed his true feelings from Atra Blanc, but now that he needed to take care of Purple Summers, he would inevitably be entering and exiting her room frequently. Making up excuses every time would be too cumbersome.

This time he was especially insistent on his view, not backing down an inch, “Purple has trouble walking now, what should she do if she wants to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night? What if she gets thirsty and wants a drink of water? If her blanket falls to the ground, who will pick it up for her? Who will help her close the windows when it rains at midnight?”

Purple Summers wanted to say she was fine, but hearing Alexander care for her in every possible way inexplicably made her heart swell with a sour feeling.

She stole a glance at Atra Blanc and guiltily looked down.

Atra Blanc said, “I can take care of Purple…”

“Can you even carry her?” Alexander Summers interrupted Atra Blanc mercilessly, his tone sharp, “Mom, stop it. What if you drop Purple and her wound opens up? School is about to start. Do you want Purple to go to school on crutches?”

Atra Blanc’s chest heaved rapidly, her hand shaking as she pointed at Alexander Summers, too angry to speak, “Then, then you can’t… can’t sleep in Purple’s room. That’s too much!”

Alexander Summers said, “Mom, please go to sleep now. Don’t make things harder.”

Atra Blanc’s eyes brimmed with tears, swirling and swirling until she finally bowed her head abruptly and ran out of the room.

Purple Summers looked at Alexander Summers with a complex expression and whispered, “You shouldn’t have spoken to Mom like that…”

“She’ll accept it sooner or later,” Alexander Summers said, frowning.

He quickly cleared Purple Summers’ desk, placed all the books she often read by the bed, and weighed the water jug on the desk.

The water jug was empty, so Alexander Summers picked it up to go downstairs to fill it with tea.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Just as he reached the doorway, he encountered Atra Blanc, who had returned.

Atra Blanc’s eyes were red, as if she had cried, and she carried a bedding pillow in her arms.

She ran in with her head down, silent as she spread the tatami mattress beside Purple Summers’ bed, making it clear she meant for Alexander Summers to sleep on the floor.

“You’ll sleep here,” Atra Blanc said after spreading it out, looking intently at Alexander Summers and emphasizing, “No funny business, and keep the door open.”

This time Alexander Summers didn’t provoke her further and nodded in agreement, “Okay.”

Atra Blanc looked from Purple Summers to Alexander Summers, her expression sorrowful, almost tearful.

Alexander Summers’s head ached as he pushed her to leave, “Alright, it’s very late. Please go rest now, and remember to stew beef bone soup for Purple in the morning.”

He was domineering, almost like a bandit; Atra Blanc couldn’t stand up to her son and was tearfully pushed out, repeatedly emphasizing, “Alexander, you mustn’t do anything rash! Purple is your sister, you can’t…”

“I know, you’ve said it a hundred times. I remember, she’s my sister. If I don’t take care of her, who will? Please go to bed!”

Atra Blanc said something else, but the words that followed were not clear to Purple Summers, only knowing that the pitiful Atra Blanc was pushed back into her room by Alexander Summers.

When Alexander Summers came back, both he and Purple Summers looked at each other with a sense of helplessness in their eyes.

“Don’t worry, Mom will accept it eventually,” Alexander Summers said.

Purple Summers remained silent.

He was too overbearing, and most people could not bear it. Now, wanting Atra Blanc to accept their situation, they had no idea what kind of process it would require…

The night had grown deep, and Alexander Summers lay on the floor next to the bed.

Only a dim lamp illuminated the room, casting a warm and tranquil atmosphere.

Perhaps it was because she had lain in the hospital for too long, but Purple Summers closed her eyes and still felt no drowsiness for a long while.

“Purple,” Alexander Summers whispered, “can you sleep without me holding you?”

Purple Summers cursed him, “Shameless.”

Yet she couldn’t help but smile slightly, her heart sweet and gooey.