Chapter 938: Chapter 938 Handso Appearance_1 Chapter 938: Chapter 938 Handso Appearance_1 The next day, Christopher Simonson and Caitlin Carter arrived in Clearwater City.
The president’s visit was a grand affair.
The hospital had arranged a private passage for the president’s use, with tight security on the periter. There seed to be a guard stationed every few ters, each with a conspicuously holstered gun, their presence alone a powerful deterrent. Officers from the Clearwater City Police Departnt were also deployed, ensuring the security around the area.
After arriving at the hospital, Cedric Spencer detailed the events to Christopher and Caitlin.
“… The Third Young Master Sumrs was hosting a wedding reception at his ho, and Miss went to attend. For so reason, the third young master drugged the bride and then slit her wrists. Miss accidentally discovered that the bride was in trouble. It seems that Third Young Master Sumrs wanted to commit murder to seal her lips, and he fired a shot at Miss…”
Caitlin listened, utterly shocked: “An act of evil on his day of joy, has this Third Young Master Sumrs lost his mind?!”
“Have they caught the person?” Christopher asked in a grave tone.
Cedric shook his head: “An all-city manhunt has comnced, but there have been no leads so far.”
Christopher then inquired about who was taking care of Purple Sumrs.
Cedric replied truthfully: “We’ve hired a caregiver. Miss’s boyfriend and the caregiver take care of her together, though the caregiver goes off-duty at night.”
In other words, Purple Sumrs’s boyfriend stayed with her at the hospital all the ti.
Thinking about it, Purple was now eighteen or nineteen years old, and dating didn’t seem out of the ordinary.
However, Christopher was very detailed in his inquiry: “What’s his na, and where is he from?”
Cedric’s expression showed difficulty.
Purple did not like them prying into her boyfriend’s matters. She seed to be very secretive about the man’s identity; Cedric had only heard her call him Alexander Sumrs.
“Seems his surna is Sumrs, and judging from his accent, he should be a local from Clearwater…” Cedric replied cautiously.
Christopher then asked: “What does he do for a living?”
Cedric’s expression beca more troubled.
He certainly couldn’t say the man was a bodyguard, could he? That occupation was clearly just a cover.
“He seems to be unemployed…” Manager Charles said.
“Unemployed?” Christopher was slightly taken aback, then reasoned that, since he was Purple’s boyfriend, he was possibly a teen around eighteen or nineteen—and it was normal for him not to have a job if he was still studying.
He continued: “Did Purple et him at school? How old is he?”
Manager Charles breathed a sigh of relief, finally a question to which he knew the answer, “He is eight years older than Miss.”
“What?” Christopher stopped in his tracks, surprised.
Caitlin was also stunned and looked towards Cedric.
“Twenty-five or twenty-six years old and unemployed?” Christopher asked incredulously, “How does he get by? Does he co from a wealthy family?”
Cedric replied truthfully: “He lives with Miss, they share everything, including als and accommodation.”
The steward was not deliberately belittling Alexander but was simply stating the facts.
Christopher and Caitlin looked at each other, both seeing the shock in one another’s eyes.
“Then… what does he usually do?” Caitlin couldn’t help but ask, “Does he create? Is he into art?”
So artists in their early days were impoverished and lived an unruly romantic lifestyle, often attracting patronage from wealthy young ladies. Caitlin wondered if Purple had encountered such a person.
But Cedric shook his head: “He doesn’t really do anything.”
“What do you an he doesn’t do anything?” Christopher’s face showed a hint of anger, “Does he actually do nothing, or have you simply not paid attention?”
Cedric spoke with his gaze lowered: “Sir, Miss is very fond of him; she never asks him to do anything. Their usual pasti is rely dining, taking walks together, or playing gas and watching movies.”
Christopher’s eyes widened in astonishnt, “You said… fond, as in affection?”
Cedric’s head hung even lower: “Sir, he is quite handso.”
That statent almost explained everything.
Christopher was on the verge of losing his temper, but Caitlin at his side held him back: “Let it be, after all, it’s Purple who likes him. Let’s go see her first!”
Today was about visiting the sick; even if they found the situation absurd, they should wait until the child woke up before gently advising her.
Christopher cald his emotions and entered the hospital room with Caitlin.
Upon lifting their eyes, they saw a man inside with indeed very handso and charming features, clasping a doll in his hands…
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