Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

Suzanne Saunders had been in the hospital for three days.

Apart from Atra Blanc, who tirelessly came to take care of her every day, no one else came to visit.

It was strange.

Suzanne couldn’t figure it out. Since that man had gone to such lengths to revive her, why didn’t he come to find her?

Could it be that he had the ability to resurrect her, but couldn’t find out who she would be reincarnated as?

It was possible, after all, resurrection was such a mysterious thing…

Unable to meet her benefactor, Suzanne felt regret. However, she figured since she had come back to life, she would meet him eventually.

…

Atra Blanc had completed Suzanne’s discharge formalities and was busy packing her things in the hospital room. Suzanne, meanwhile, leaned on the bed watching TV.

A few days of interaction allowed Suzanne to understand that her mother was a standard virtuous wife and loving mother, while Purple Summers was a capricious and aloof young lady.

So she didn’t want to be too affectionate, for fear of arousing suspicion.

The young girl lazily pressed the remote control, with no intention of helping at all.

As she switched channels, a scene appeared on the screen which caught Suzanne’s attention.

It was her funeral…

Since her body had not been found, her husband, Nathaniel Summers, refused to hold a funeral or admit her death. It wasn’t until a week later, after much persuasion from friends and family, that he finally held a funeral for his deceased wife.

The camera occasionally showed close-ups of Nathaniel, capturing his grieving expression.

Suzanne stared at him intently, attempting to discern the genuineness of his sorrow.

There are only two types of murder: impulsive and premeditated. Her death was clearly the latter.

If it weren’t for Nathaniel suddenly throwing a party on his private luxury yacht, she wouldn’t have boarded that boat, much less drowned.

So, was her death a part of Nathaniel’s party plan?

As she looked at her husband’s face on the TV, she found it hard to believe.

During college, Nathaniel had pursued her like a dutiful grandson for four whole years, even going so far as to put aside his trust fund kid attitude and help her care for her elderly grandmother. Everyone envied the love he had for her. Could he really scheme to take her life over a mere business setback?

Had he been faking it for those four years?

This did not make sense.

But if it wasn’t him, who was pulling the strings behind the scenes?

For a moment, one face after another flashed through Suzanne’s mind…

Who could it be…

The door to the hospital room suddenly opened.

Suzanne instinctively looked over.

Alexander Summers walked in with a casual stride, holding a bag of dragon fruit in his hand.

Suzanne was startled, and so was Alexander.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, surveying her up and down before saying, “You finally look like a human being.”

Suzanne: “…”

She had never held any hope for his mouth.

Atra Blanc was delighted to see her son. “Alexander, are you here to pick up your sister from the hospital? Oh, you even brought her fruit… Purple, quickly thank your brother.”

Every moment, she was working hard to ensure her children had a harmonious relationship.

Suzanne had no affection for Alexander, so she glanced disdainfully at the bag of fruit in his hand before turning away. “I don’t want it.”

She meant it. She couldn’t stand dragon fruit—it was neither sour nor sweet, and the bland texture combined with the tiny black seeds just didn’t appeal to her.

Please, she had trypophobia, alright?

Just as Atra Blanc was about to persuade Suzanne to accept her brother’s kindness, Alexander scoffed and said, “I didn’t buy it for you in the first place.”

Suzanne bit her lip and glared at Alexander.

As she was about to retort, Alexander noticed the scene on the TV. His expression darkened, and he strode over to shut it off.

“Are you in a hurry to die or reincarnate? You’re impatiently watching someone else’s funeral just a few days after you’ve recovered!”

His tone was extremely harsh, with a touch of inexplicable anger.

Both Suzanne and Atra Blanc were dumbfounded by Alexander’s sudden outburst. In an instant, his rage vanished and his expression returned to its usual indifference…

…He was such a psycho!