Chapter 671: Chapter 669: 669: Not Allowed_1

Alexander Summers had not yet said anything when Atra Blanc saw his dejected expression and immediately said in displeasure, “If you’re just trying to take advantage or have a fling, get rid of that idea now! If two people can’t even handle this little test, how can they talk about love? Go learn what respect means first!”

Atra Blanc had a gentle nature, but she was uncompromising when it came to this matter.

Purple Summers gestured with her eyes for Alexander Summers to quickly agree, so as not to upset their mother’s health.

After thinking it over, Alexander Summers realized it was already August and there was only a half-year left until Purple Summers turned eighteen. Clenching his teeth, he thought he could endure it—after all, it would soon pass!

Besides, although Alexander Summers couldn’t touch Purple Summers, Roy Howard could.

Alexander Summers, with his agile mind, finally allowed a smile to appear on his face and asked, “Do you have any other requirements?”

“You’re not allowed to sleep in Purple’s room, not allowed to be excessively intimate with her in front of others, not allowed to take her out without permission, not allowed to harm her reputation…”

With every condition that Atra Blanc listed, Alexander Summers’s face grew darker.

In the end, Atra Blanc added, “I’ve never interfered with your life before, and I don’t know if you have other women outside… From now on, you are not allowed to fool around anymore, otherwise, I’ll send Purple to Kingsley.”

Alexander Summers’s face had turned utterly dark.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

This was his own mother, and every sentence was aimed at protecting Purple. Alexander Summers could only swallow his pride and agree to everything, feeling the pain of conceding territory and making reparations in his heart!

With the matter settled, the atmosphere between mother and son finally eased slightly, but Atra Blanc’s gaze at Alexander Summers still held vigilance and lingering anger.

It was impossible not to be angry. Just thinking about Alexander Summers seducing Purple without her knowledge made Atra Blanc furious!

How old was Purple? What could a seventeen-year-old girl understand? At such a tender age, with her heartstrings lightly plucked, how could she not be foolishly deceived and give away her heart?

Just like herself back in the day, just like Meredith Richards. Women, no matter what their age, once touched by love, are like moths to a flame, knowingly heading towards a deadly path yet still throwing themselves into it without any concern for their own safety.

Atra Blanc hoped that Purple could have a better outcome, not like herself and Meredith Richards, one guarding the years alone, the other losing her life.

They stayed in the hospital until noon.

When all the examination reports came out, the doctor said that Atra Blanc’s body was not seriously harmed, but in the future, she needed to keep her emotions stable and avoid excessive excitement and anger.

Atra Blanc sighed softly, glanced at Alexander Summers, and said, “I hope so…”

Alexander Summers’s face looked exceedingly grim.

Purple, on the other hand, was holding back laughter, her shoulders shaking.

They drove home. Alexander Summers was driving, while Purple and Atra Blanc sat in the backseat.

Purple, arm in arm with Atra Blanc, was in high spirits and chatted with Atra Blanc.

“Mom, what was my biological mother like?” she asked.

“She was very beautiful,” Atra Blanc’s eyes slightly curved, and a smile flowed, “stunningly brilliant, so memorable that as soon as one saw her, it was hard to forget. At that time, many literati from Clearwater wrote poems for her, and everyone admired her.”

Purple then said with a grin, “No wonder I am so beautiful. I have good genes.”

Atra Blanc laughed, and tapped Purple’s forehead, “Are you that beautiful? At most, you inherited a third of her beauty.”

The words barely paused before she continued with a smile tinged with emotion, “Having a third of her beauty is enough for you to be beautiful all your life. You mostly resemble your father.”

“Could there be such a beautiful person in the world?” Purple, holding her face, deliberately teased Atra Blanc for a laugh, “I already think I’m like a heavenly fairy. How beautiful must she be? I don’t believe it. Mom, do you have any pictures?”

But upon hearing this, Atra Blanc could no longer smile. She sighed softly, “No, they’ve all been burned… She said, since we’re to forget each other, why should we hold onto the past? She instructed me to burn all her belongings. Nothing was left.”