Chapter 939: Pitiful Daughter_1

Alexander Summers looked toward the door with some 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 Summers be fooled by such a hollow man?

Now was not the time to question, as Christopher Simonson and Caitlin Carter went to check on Purple Summers, 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.