Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

“Evelyn Willard!” Jade Carlson shouted angrily.

However, Evelyn Willard, who had stolen the wallet, had already run out of the door, her whereabouts unknown.

Jade got up from the bed, feeling a sticky liquid sliding down her forehead. She touched it and found it to be bright red.

The push from Evelyn Willard just now had caused her to cut her forehead.

Jade immediately covered the wound, cursed softly, and made her way to the bathroom with a grave face.

She couldn’t stay in this place any longer.

Jade thought to herself.

Thinking of Evelyn Willard’s occasional drug relapses, Mayor Carlson’s indifference, Mrs. Farrell’s oppression and revenge…

She felt her life was a mess, with no way out!

How did it come to this?

How could she have ended up in this situation!

An hour later, when Evelyn Willard returned, she found Jade packing her suitcase.

She paused for a moment and then leaned against the doorframe, laughing, “Is it necessary? It’s just borrowing some money from you. I’ll pay it back.”

Evelyn Willard threw the wallet onto the bed.

Jade gave her a cold look, picked up the wallet to check it, and found her bank card was still there, but 300 dollars in cash were missing.

Jade remained silent with a solemn face.

There was no point in asking where the money had gone, since she was certain she wouldn’t get it back.

Now that Evelyn Willard felt relieved, unlike her earlier desperation, her voice was slow and soft, “Hey… I’m serious, I won’t take your money again. I know you’ve been having a tough time too. I’ll sell the car someday, and I’ll pay you back that 300 dollars.”

Evelyn Willard still had a car; it wasn’t a brand name, but selling it for more than 15 thousand dollars shouldn’t be a problem.

Hearing her plan to sell the car made Jade’s determination to leave waver slightly.

Evelyn Willard tried to persuade her, “Stay here. I’m your mother, would I harm you? Where else could you go now? You’d be kicked out of a hotel after only a few days.”

Hearing this, Jade felt deflated.

Indeed…

She truly had nowhere else to go at the moment…

Jade continued to live in Evelyn Willard’s house but became cautious of her. She installed an additional lock on her bedroom door.

Evelyn Willard saw what she did and just laughed lightly, not commenting.

However, the matter of money had to be put on the agenda.

Where to get the money…

Evelyn Willard’s thoughts shifted and eventually landed on Nathaniel Summers.

She thought Jade was still too young and indecisive, not taking advantage of such a golden goose in front of her, which was a complete waste.

Evelyn Willard decided to meet with Nathaniel Summers.

At this moment, Nathaniel Summers was completely unaware that he was being targeted. Ever since the drug swap incident reached a deadlock, he had sunk into despair for several days before changing his direction of investigation.

He began to try to understand the supernatural events in this world.

For instance, he frequented the library to seek out relevant books about resurrection from the dead or about mysterious Eastern mysticism.

Many businessmen tended to delve into geomancy. A business friend introduced him to a taoist temple, which was said to house a taoist priest of boundless magical power and great mystery.

Nathaniel Summers immediately went to the taoist temple.

He met the taoist priest from the tales, with white hair and an elegant beard, a genuinely ruddy complexion, indeed possessing an air of otherworldly grace.

Nathaniel harbored a glimmer of hope and asked the taoist priest, “Excuse me, do you understand anything about the matter of raising the dead?”

Upon hearing this, the taoist priest’s expression darkened slightly, “Defying the heavens to alter fate is something that only malevolent sorcerers engage in, Mr. Summers, why would you ask such a thing?”

Nathaniel Summers couldn’t reveal Suzanne Saunders’s secret, so he anxiously inquired, “If I wanted to bring someone back to life, would it be possible? What should I do?”

The taoist priest’s expression changed, and with a cold tone, he said, “Mr. Summers, please leave!”