Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

“Aunt Jade.” Laura Summers threw herself into her arms, as if a drowning person had caught hold of a floating piece of wood.

Dylan Summers symbolically offered his thanks, but his expression suggested he was somewhat unconvinced.

He felt that this matter was just a child’s mischief and that he could have resolved it even without Jade Carlson’s help. Of course, it was more appropriate and convenient for Jade to handle it.

Dylan thought to himself: Suzanne Saunders is dead, and now Jade is so eager to please the Summers family. She must be trying to become the legitimate wife.

After comforting Laura, Jade followed Nathaniel Summers upstairs to his room.

Everything in the room was as it had always been.

Suzanne’s photo was placed on the dressing table, her smile faint and her gaze confident and firm.

Jade stared silently at the photo.

Nathaniel opened the drawer, rummaged through it, and handed her several USB flash drives. “It’s all here.”

“Thank you.” Jade came to her senses and hurriedly took them.

She took out her laptop, plugged in the USB flash drive, and frowned as she checked the contents.

Nathaniel asked her, “What have you been searching for these past few days?”

“Um, some materials for work…” Jade didn’t find anything useful and was somewhat disappointed. She unplugged the USB flash drive and returned it to Nathaniel.

“Isn’t there anything in the USB flash drive either?” Nathaniel put the flash drive back, “She usually uses her laptop and email to transfer files. She rarely uses USB flash drives.”

“There’s a problem with the computer.” Jade pondered, and asked him, “Nathaniel, has anyone else touched Sister Suzanne’s computer besides you?”

Nathaniel frowned, “No, why do you ask? Is there something important in the computer?”

“No…” Jade forced a smile and casually answered, “It’s just that my colleagues in the Archive Department need to file the information, and I’m worried there might be omissions.”

Nathaniel didn’t ask any more questions.

Jade packed up some old folders that Suzanne had used, preparing to return to the Prosecutor’s Office.

Nathaniel escorted her out, and they happened to bump into Alexander, Purple Summers, and Atra Blanc, who had just returned.

Seeing her husband walking together with another woman, Purple found it hard to look at them and immediately lowered her head.

However, someone was not willing to let her off the hook.

Alexander leaned in close to her ear and said, “With Sister-in-law having died just a few days ago, it seems our Third Brother already has a close female confidant at his side. Tell me, if Third Sister-in-law knew about this, wouldn’t she be so angry she would jump out from the underworld?”

Purple glared at him, “Third Sister-in-law drowned, so if she were to jump out, it should be from the water.”

As she recalled how her own body had been soaked in the river, she couldn’t suppress her bitterness, and deliberately raised her voice somewhat: “It’s been so long, and they still haven’t found Third Sister-in-law. She can’t even be laid to rest properly. Third Sister-in-law must really be pitiful!”

Nathaniel’s face turned pale in an instant.

Jade, who stood beside him, also didn’t look too well.

“It’s not that they haven’t found her, but that there’s no time to look. Third Brother is very busy trying to save the Summers Group,” Alexander continued, his tone somewhat malicious, and his smile filled with evil energy.

He was quite satisfied with Purple’s reaction.

Purple looked at Nathaniel without heartbreak or anger, only full of disdain. This delighted Alexander immensely.

Atra Blanc furrowed her brow, feeling that it was very disrespectful for the children to gossip about the deceased like this.

She whispered a prayer, “May the gods bless her, and the ghosts not blame her.” Then she urged Alexander and Purple, “Hurry back now.”

When the three of them left, Jade took Nathaniel’s hand and comforted him, “Nathaniel, don’t blame yourself. The water in Clearwater River is rough with many whirlpools; it’s difficult to know where the body might have been washed away. You’ve done your best. Sister Suzanne would not blame you if her spirit is watching.”

Nathaniel stood rigidly, muttering absently, “Would she really not blame me?… I swore at our wedding to take good care of her, but now I can’t even let her be laid to rest. Jade, I… I really regret it….”