Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime-Chapter 940 - Young Master Huo Thirteen_1

Chapter 940: Chapter 940 Young Master Huo Thirteen_1

Chapter 940: Chapter 940 Young Master Huo Thirteen_1

Alexander Summers indeed went back.

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He returned home clutching the doll, and lifted Mr. Ghost Hayes, who was sound asleep in bed.

“Why is she not reacting?” Alexander interrogated Mr. Ghost Hayes, “Other than that little movement this morning, there hasn’t been any other sign. Are you sure it worked?”

After all, he still didn’t trust Mr. Ghost Hayes.

Mr. Ghost Hayes protested his innocence vehemently, “Of course the doll can’t jump and dance like a living person! It’s just a temporary soul artifact, incapable of speaking or dancing.”

Alexander kept a stern face, gazing deeply at Mr. Ghost Hayes for a long while before saying, “If she’s alright this time, I’ll let bygones be bygones regarding our past issues. But if you deceive me again…”

Mr. Ghost Hayes shuddered, nearly ready to kneel before Alexander, “If I tell half a lie, may thunder strike me and I meet a terrible end!”

Only then did Alexander withdraw his gaze.

Looking at the doll in his hands, his heart filled with tenderness. He stroked the doll’s hair and pinched its face. The hair was made of high-temperature fiber, and the face was resin material, smooth and sleek to the touch, but far from matching the feel of his precious original…

Alexander sighed softly in his heart and pinched its little hands and feet, taking solace in the gesture.

At noon, Zack Wallace made a phone call.

Zack had already brought a group of people to Clearwater. They had traveled on a private yacht along the coastline of Pearlpoint City, from south to north against the current into Clearwater, where they docked at the port silently, without alarming the Howard Family.

The last time Purple Summers called Alexander, the sound of the wind was loud; Alexander was meeting with Zack on the yacht at that time.

These people hadn’t come to oppose Damian Howard; they were purely there to watch the drama, ready to take advantage of any opportunity.

After all, the current infighting within the Howard Family was intense, and anyone with sense would know how rare this opportunity was.

“Sir, Damian Howard wants to meet you,” Zack spoke over the phone with a slight pause, then continued, “He said that if you agree to meet with him, he’s willing to consider our demands.”

Alexander scoffed, “He’s at the end of his rope. Even if I don’t go, he’ll have no choice but to agree.”

However, after pondering for a moment, Alexander added, “Bring Jerome Howard along, and let’s go together.”

After all these years of grudges and grievances, maybe facing each other one more time would settle things once and for all.

…

The hospital room was spacious and bright, with a comfortable temperature thanks to the air conditioning. However, the sunlight outside the window was dazzling, and the fierce sun scorched the earth, making everything seem languid within the rising heat haze.

The man lying on the hospital bed sat quietly, his right arm twitching slightly uncontrollably, a result of nerve damage in the brain, one of the many side effects.

People tormented by illness often undergo a drastic change in temperament, because it’s not just the body that suffers, but the nerves and the psyche as well.

When a thought surfaces in your mind, and you wish to express it, but find yourself like a stuttering patient, unable to articulate properly.

When you pick up tableware to eat, savoring the delicious soup, only to find your hand shaking uncontrollably, spilling soup all over yourself, leaving you in a miserable state.

When you wake up each day to the sight of various bottled and boxed medicines that help alleviate your lingering symptoms, but can never cure you…

Damian Howard took a deep breath as he remembered these things.

Since waking up, nearly half a year had passed, and he had spent almost the entire time in the hospital.

His condition had stabilized slightly for a while, but after being discharged, he suffered an epileptic seizure and was brought back to the hospital.

Damian knew he wasn’t going to get better.

The reports often say that comatose patients waking up is a miracle, a favor from the divine.

But Damian was very clear that the divine didn’t favor him.

If the divine had truly favored him, Alexander Summers would not be alive.

The door to the hospital room was quietly knocked on, and Lily Howard opened the door, entering with a complex expression, “Brother, Roy Howard is here.”