Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

Chapter 387: Blind Trust

The age difference between twenty and eight or nine years old is too great; there’s no reason for the two to have such a significant disagreement.

Purple Summers finds it strange, but there’s no need to argue with Jane McCain about it.

The train is about to leave, and she suppresses her doubts, hoisting her backpack and boarding the train.

But when the train arrives at Clearwater City, in the bustling exit, Purple Summers sees the young girl again!

The young girl stands in the crowd with an indifferent expression, her figure pale and translucent under the scorching sun. Countless people pass through her as if through a light holographic projection, none of them able to see her.

How could Purple Summers not understand? That is clearly a ghost!

What is the sorceress’s granddaughter doing following her?!

Purple Summers is horrified, standing stiff at the exit, hesitating whether or not to go back—she really doesn’t want the other party following her all the way home!

“Purple?” Zara Jameson and Jane McCain both look back at her, finding it strange—why isn’t she moving?

“…You guys go ahead, I need to use the restroom!” Purple Summers forces a smile.

Zara Jameson says, “Go on, we’ll wait for you.”

“No…no need, you guys go back first. My brother will pick me up later.” Purple Summers laughs, thinking that her smile might be off-putting.

Ryan Wesley, upon hearing this, immediately says to Jane McCain and Zara Jameson, “Let’s go. You girls sure love to stick together. Instead of taking the most direct way, you insist on going together. Let’s go.”

He urges them to leave, pushing the two girls out, thinking that their presence would only hinder the development of feelings between Master Xander and his niece.

Purple Summers hesitates for a while before she finally heads to the restroom.

She deliberately dallies, taking a long time to come out. When she looks around again, the young girl is still standing not too far, not too close from her!

Purple Summers’ scalp tingles.

Can a ghost scare another ghost to death?

At that moment, her phone rings. As soon as she answers the call, she hears Alexander Summers’ displeased voice: “Why haven’t you come out yet? What are you dawdling for in there?”

“I’m coming out now…” Purple Summers lowers her voice in response, swiftly walking out of the station.

Alexander Summers’ car today is a black Rolls Royce, parked conspicuously at the exit.

“Isn’t parking not allowed here?” As soon as Purple Summers gets in the car, she takes off her backpack and leans heavily against Alexander Summers.

Alexander Summers raises an eyebrow, somewhat surprised by her spontaneous hug, “You know we’re not supposed to park here, so why couldn’t you be more efficient when coming out? Do you really have to copy a penguin’s short legs?”

Alexander Summers always has unkind words.

Purple Summers doesn’t have time for petty squabbles, and looks nervously back at the car with a tense expression.

Alexander Summers asks her, “What’s wrong? Who are you looking at?”

Purple Summers presses her lips together and says quietly, “There’s a ghost that’s been following me… since Peachwater Village.”

It’s odd; if it were someone else, Purple Summers wouldn’t mention it, because no one would believe her if she talked about it. They would likely make fun of her, thinking she was seeing things or hallucinating.

But she doesn’t hesitate to tell Alexander Summers, subconsciously believing that he can help her deal with it — an almost blind trust.

“Zack Wallace mentioned that a mage was summoned when you were cursed last time. Call him again,” Purple Summers tightly grips Alexander Summers’ arm, feeling alarmed by the elusive figure, “Quick, have the mage send her back!”

Alexander Summers teases her, “So timid, and yet you dared to visit Peachwater Village?”

He may laugh, but he still instructs Zack Wallace in front of him, “Call Hunter Dalton to come.”