Chapter 1405: Chapter 1405: Hard to Let Go
What about her?
What can she do?
At that moment, a shocking idea popped into Janelle Roberts’ mind.
The old master disliked her, her own son wasn’t by her side, she was isolated and helpless at the Summers Residence. Even if this child could be a son, it might not win back the old master’s favor. If she could gain Dylan Summers’ support...
This young man, two years her junior, had a smooth personality. His support might seem like small potatoes now, but he’s young.
If he outlives the old master, his support could be invaluable to her.
Thinking of this, Janelle Roberts’ tone unconsciously softened, she let go of her grip and mumbled, "Don’t concern yourself with how the baby came about, anyway... whatever happened at the hotel that day, never mention it again."
Her ambiguous attitude made Dylan Summers overjoyed, he repeatedly said, "Alright, won’t mention it again! Never again!"
After he left, Janelle Roberts watched his departing figure with disdain, snorted, "Coward, went mad longing for a son."
How could she casually have children for someone else? No matter how she played outside, she would never forget safety precautions.
...
Atra Blanc didn’t know what was wrong with her.
She thought Old Master Summers was that person, but when interacting, she often felt uncertain.
Old Master Summers treated her very well, it was the affection of an elder for a junior. After a long companionship, their relationship naturally grew close, like relying on each other as family.
Saying they rely on each other might be a bit exaggerated, but it’s indeed true.
Housekeeper Uncle Jones was too old and had to retire, almost all of Old Master Summers’ life depended on Atra Blanc, and in the Summers Family, the only person Atra could trust was Old Master Summers.
Janelle Roberts’ pregnancy started over a month earlier than Atra Blanc’s.
Nearing forty, she was considered an elderly pregnant woman, and because of premature birth, she suffered greatly. Fortunately, she gave birth to a son as she wished.
Janelle Roberts was very satisfied, even if Old Master Summers didn’t want her, she had given the Summers Family two sons. No matter how the inheritance is divided, she should have the majority.
Atra Blanc also gave birth to a son. Because Old Master Summers worried about hereditary diseases, he specifically had the doctor conduct a thorough examination, and the results showed very healthy, with no issues at least at this stage.
The Summers Family’s genes are indeed strong. In other families, sons mostly resemble their mothers, but all of Old Master Summers’ "sons" looked like him.
Old Master Summers liked children.
The older he got, the more illness-ridden he became, the more he liked lively and healthy children.
Listening to the babies cry and teasing them to smile let him feel a surge of vitality.
He named Janelle Roberts’ son Nathaniel Summers, hoping he would grow up with a calm and clear mind, unlike his mother, who was fickle and impulsive.
When naming Atra Blanc’s son, Old Master Summers hesitated.
Initially, he picked a name, Albert, but later thought over his life and realized living clearly wasn’t as good as being a bit confused.
Then he named him Alexander, hoping the child would grow up with a heart as vast as the seas and bear heavy responsibilities.
With two little ones at home, it became much livelier, even the always gloomy and sensitive Dylan Summers smiled more, happily playing with the children every day.
But Clyde Summers never returned.
Old Master Summers knew his son resented him.
Old Master Summers sometimes considered whether to reveal everything to Clyde once he reached adulthood.
However, as he aged, Old Master Summers grew weaker, and illness eroded his will, making him increasingly soft. He was accustomed to Atra Blanc’s gentle companionship and careful care, and many things became complicated, hard to let go...
In the dead of night, he dreamed of Atra Blanc chasing after Clyde’s figure and leaving him lying alone in bed, wanting to ask for a cup of water but unable to utter a sound.
The fear of aging and the despair of death tightly enveloped him.
Upon waking, he continuously called Atra Blanc’s name.
Atra Blanc rushed over and asked, "Master, what’s wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
He tightly grasped Atra Blanc’s hand, opened his mouth, and said to her, "I’m sorry..."