Chapter 1399: Chapter 1399: Dare Not Recall
She doesn’t blame Old Master Summers.
If she were in Old Master Summers’ position, she would probably do the same.
As the head of a family, he would naturally hope for the future prosperity of the family, and descendants are fundamental to that prosperity. A woman with health issues like her does not qualify to bear children for Clyde Summers.
If it were in the past, it would be fashionable to marry concubines, but in the new era, such complicated rules don’t exist. At least on the surface, a husband has only one wife.
Atra Blanc felt sorrowful and painful, but she didn’t tell Clyde Summers because it was a dead-end, even if Clyde Summers was clever and smart; he couldn’t solve it.
She could even guess Clyde Summers’ reaction when he found out; he would dismiss it by saying, "If you can’t have kids, then don’t have them."
Clyde Summers doesn’t like children, at least not at this stage. As for the future, she didn’t know. She only knew she couldn’t be selfish, forcing him to stay would only delay Clyde Summers’ prospects.
Atra Blanc decided to leave.
Fortunately, before leaving, she could still accompany him for a few years... In these years, she must treat him doubly well.
...
Day after day passed, and soon it was the final exam day.
When all the subjects ended, the students gathered outside the classroom, crazily throwing papers and books, pressure like a long-accumulated flood bursting forth, unknowingly such madness became a third-grade tradition; every year on this day, paper snow would fall in the school.
Clyde Summers and Yellow Hair, Big Head, and several other boys went out to celebrate—
Actually, it wasn’t just for celebration; the end of exams also meant they were about to go their separate ways.
After the dinner gathering ended, it was already late at night, a heavy rain started, the boys’ spirits were still high, and they ran through the rain to sing karaoke.
Knowing he went to sing, Atra Blanc saw the pouring rain getting heavier outside; feeling uneasy, she took an umbrella to pick him up.
The driver parked the car outside the karaoke, Atra Blanc went in alone with the umbrella to find him.
Inside, the corridor was narrow and cramped, deafening music came from private rooms on both sides, rising and falling, occasionally someone would come out of a private room, drunk, almost bumping into her.
Atra Blanc had never been to such a place before, tightly gripping the umbrella handle, she couldn’t help but feel a little scared and anxious.
"Room 121... 121..." She counted the room numbers, walking forward step by step.
Finally finding room 121, the music inside was incredibly loud, intermingled with laughter, shouts, and whistles; even though she couldn’t see anything through the door, she could almost imagine how rowdy and lively it was inside.
Atra Blanc turned the doorknob, slowly opening the door—
The scene before her made Atra Blanc instantly hold her breath, frozen at the door, terrified into silence.
Five or six boys were pinned to the ground by five or six young men, some were bruised and battered, black and blue, some were kneeling on shattered beer bottles, beer scattered all over the floor... mixed with the foul smell of urine.
Clyde Summers was grabbed by one of the bald, tattooed men, being lifted high, another fat black man laughed while pouring water into Clyde Summers’ mouth.
That definitely wasn’t normal water, because Atra Blanc clearly saw, the transparent liquid mixed with unmelted drug powder.
Atra Blanc was trembling head to toe, tears continuously streaming, her vision blurred.
Heartbroken.
Afraid.
Wanted to rush forward to save him, yet knowing she could be of no help!
Go find the bodyguard, go find the driver, even find a waiter in the karaoke would be good! Anyway, she must seek help!
She ran out, stumbling miserably, she fell and was pulled up by someone; they laughed, saying: "Here’s a woman!"
She dared not think about what happened next... the private room door was closed again, they poured beer on her, tore at her soaked clothing, used a lighter to burn her hair, laughing while watching her scream and cry.
Naked, pushed to the ground, someone pinched her face, forcing a cup of water into her mouth.
It was that kind of water, mixed with white drug powder, choking her nose and lungs, scattering her consciousness.