Chapter 939: Chapter 939: Pitiful Daughter_1 Chapter 939: Chapter 939: Pitiful Daughter_1 Alexander Sumrs looked toward the door with so surprise.
“Mr. President,” he called out in greeting, his gaze shifting from Christopher Simonson to Caitlin Carter beside him, “First Lady.”
His attitude was not particularly warm, but it fulfilled the minimum courtesies.
Christopher Simonson and Caitlin Carter did not know how to interact with him.
If he had been a proper boyfriend, perhaps they would have engaged in small talk like elders, inquiring about his family background, but he was a… he was a…
Christopher Simonson could hardly believe it.
How could the smart and clever Purple Sumrs be fooled by such a hollow man?
Now was not the ti to question, as Christopher Simonson and Caitlin Carter went to check on Purple Sumrs, who was still unconscious in the hospital bed.
Her complexion was pale from blood loss, and describing her breathing as hanging by a thread could not be more accurate.
Thinking of how she should have been an ambitious child with a bright and smooth future, and yet her life now hanging in the balance, Christopher Simonson’s chest ached with pain.
“We must capture the assailant as soon as possible,” Christopher Simonson said sternly to the steward Cedric Spencer nearby.
Cedric Spencer nodded, “Yes, I’ll urge the police to do so.”
Christopher Simonson looked up at Alexander Sumrs again, his feelings complex.
“Don’t worry too much, the doctor said that Purple has a high chance of recovery, and she will get better,” Christopher Simonson said while observing Alexander Sumrs’s expression, “Weren’t you with her when the incident happened?”
Alexander Sumrs said, “I was outside, I didn’t go in.”
Purple Sumrs was worried he would be recognized by the Sumrs Family, so at the ti, he stayed in the car outside as a bodyguard.
Christopher Simonson thought to himself, Did Purple not bring him to the banquet together because he was indeed unsuitable to be seen in public?
The president’s face fell slightly as he glanced at the doll in Alexander Sumrs’s hand and left without saying anything more.
Caitlin Carter knew her husband all too well and, after stepping out of the hospital room, she softly said, “It’s normal for a teenage girl to like a handso guy, and there are so many who are star-struck…”
“Being star-struck is different from being in love,” Christopher Simonson said with concern, “What’s the use of being handso? The most important thing for two people together is a sense of responsibility and bearing. Look at him, what other rits does he have besides his looks? He doesn’t even have the ability to support himself—Purple is so foolish!”
Caitlin Carter was a bit startled, “Are… are you considering marriage?”
Christopher Simonson suddenly realized that it’s normal for young people to go through breakups and make-ups. Maybe Purple was just playing around and it wouldn’t be appropriate for him to get involved.
Moreover, Purple was currently facing a life-and-death crisis. If that man could stay devotedly by Purple’s side, it would show that he had rits beyond his appearance.
He then thought of Alexander Sumrs’s indifferent deanor when facing him and Caitlin Carter.
Not fawning over the president could be considered a sign of stature.
However, the fact that Alexander Sumrs was unemployed and wholly dependent on Purple troubled Christopher Simonson the mont he thought of it.
This pretty boy!
After visiting Purple Sumrs, Christopher Simonson and Caitlin Carter attended a dical conference at the hospital.
The hospital had specially arranged it for the president and the First Lady, led personally by the dean, with the primary doctors taking turns speaking. The purpose was to clearly inform the president about his daughter’s dical condition and current situation.
When the eting ended and they returned to the hospital room, they found that Alexander Sumrs had already left.
“Where is he?” Christopher Simonson asked in surprise.
Manager Charles replied, “He left a quarter of an hour ago.”
“He left?” Christopher Simonson asked again, “Where did he go?”
Manager Charles shook his head.
Christopher Simonson imdiately beca angry and turned to Caitlin Carter, “Look! Barely a day of vigil and he’s already out of patience. He thinks Purple won’t make it and is off to find a new financial backer early!”
Caitlin Carter was quite embarrassed, “He kept vigil all night; maybe he went back to rest…”
Christopher Simonson didn’t believe it. Looking at his poor daughter abandoned on the hospital bed, he said solemnly, “When Purple wakes up, we must find soone good for her!”
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