Chapter 1400: Chapter 1400: First mory Loss
Atra Blanc’s first amnesia occurred at this mont.
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Old Master Sumrs received a notification from the police station and went to the hospital to see Clyde Sumrs, who was covered in injuries. He lay on the hospital bed, still unconscious, because he had been force-fed a large dose of ketamine. The doctor said he would remain asleep for a while.
The few delinquents who committed the cri were a gang of hoodlums who had beaten people up, stolen money, and even served ti in jail.
That day, they drank so alcohol, took so drugs, and were looking for fun when they encountered Clyde Sumrs and his group.
The boys were unlucky. As they were singing happily, these delinquents suddenly intruded. Blondie told them they had walked into the wrong private room. Maybe because they had been drinking, his tone was rather aggressive, yet this side was no pushover either; the slightest provocation led to a big fight between them.
On one side were youthful teenagers, and on the other were seasoned societal scoundrels in their twenties and thirties—clear disparity in strength and experience.
Clyde Sumrs had never suffered such humiliation. Ordinarily, he would only take bodyguards to public events, but in private gatherings with friends, he acted freely. Moreover, if ordinary people knew he was the young master of the Sumrs Family, they would show him so deference.
However, these few people were different. Perhaps their prison ti made them especially bold, or drugs had numbed their nerves, leaving them fearless and unhesitating in their thods of tornt.
When the police arrived, those delinquents were all dead—so were strangled to death by a group of students, so were killed with a pen stuck through their necks, and so died from an overdose of dicine.
No one could clearly recall how they fought back—perhaps it was desperation that triggered potential, or perhaps the drug effects in those young delinquents provided an opportunity, but, ultimately, not a single attacker was left alive.
The case involving multiple deaths was sure to warrant a death penalty, but the perpetrators were a group of underage students.
How to handle it beca the biggest dilemma.
Especially since among these students was Clyde Sumrs—
At fifteen years old, protected by the Juvenile Law, and having just participated in the National joint entrance examination, if accepted into a prestigious university, it would not only bring glory to the Sumrs Family but also to all of Clearwater City. It would be far too costly to exchange that glory for a few thuggish ruffians.
Additionally, the laws were not very comprehensive at that ti, and Old Master Sumrs used various ans to lobby and negotiate, ultimately getting the police station to settle the case with the claim of self-defense.
There was an issue on Atra Blanc’s side.
She bore bruises and injuries, as well as signs of sexual assault. Initially, it was thought the culprits were those delinquents, but the DNA comparison of sperm didn’t match any of them, and DNA from the male students present wasn’t collected…
The deaths of those people could still be frad as self-defense, but the sexual assault could not be justified.
The police analyzed that it was one of the male students at the scene who, under the influence of drugs, acted impulsively…
Much like getting drunk, blacking out, and having no mory of one’s actions upon waking, or believing oneself to be dreaming.
Old Master Sumrs spent so money and found a way to suppress the issue. His aning was: since the case is already closed, let’s not pursue it further.
Even if the person responsible is identified, it would not serve any benefit.
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In the hospital room, Old Master Sumrs quietly watched Atra Blanc.
Her skin was very pale, making those bruises stand out even more. Her hand was wrapped in gauze, where deep cuts from broken glass had been inflicted.
Old Master Sumrs suddenly felt overwhelmingly guilty. If it weren’t for his son, how could such a young girl have been subjected to sothing like this?
“Does it still hurt?” Old Master Sumrs asked her.
Atra Blanc sat on the hospital bed, slowly shook her head, and looked at him with eyes that were unfamiliar and confused.
The doctor said she had suffered amnesia due to the trauma. Whether it was temporary or permanent, no one could say.
Old Master Sumrs looked at her and told her word by word: “Your na is Atra Blanc, ‘Atra’ as in white, and ‘Blanc’ as in grass. You are my personal caregiver. You encountered hooligans due to an accident and got a little hurt, but don’t be afraid, it’s over now… As long as I live, the Sumrs Family will not mistreat you…”
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