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Purple Summers ran into Atra Blanc, who had changed her clothes, on her way back.
From a distance, Atra Blanc had seen Purple Summers talking to Nathaniel Summers. Now, seeing her return with a sullen look, Atra couldnât help but ask. There was nothing to hide, so Purple Summers told the truth.
She said she had recommended a law firm to Henry Jameson, but he didnât like it, and Nathaniel didnât trust her either. After sending away the guests, he had specifically come back to blame her.
âHenry Jameson is Greyâs teacher. I just wanted to leave a good impression on him, but Nathaniel thought I was causing trouble,â Purple Summers attributed her annoyance and anger to this, âForget it, a good deed is taken as rudeness.â Atra Blanc comforted her: âDoing good deeds and making good connections is about timing. Youâve done your best, so donât worry too much about what others think.â
Purple Summers couldnât help but smile, âMom, donât you think Iâm causing trouble? They all think Iâm young and ignorant of the world.â
Atra Blanc shook her head and sincerely replied: âMy Purple has a kind heart and sees someone in trouble; you just happen to have an idea and are willing to selflessly share it with others, even if they donât trust you, having that intention is enough.â
Purple Summersâs heart felt warm. Actually, she had already told Atra Blanc that she wanted to curry favor with the Jameson Family, but Atra still insisted on thinking the best of her.
In the past, her work required fairness, so she didnât like people who were unreasonably biased. But now that she experienced it herself, she found it to be warm and heartening.
Purple Summers laughed and said, âMom, youâre my mom and you think everything I do is good.â
âMy Purple is, of course, the best.â Atra Blanc gently patted Purple Summersâs hand, comforting her, âIn this world, many people and many things have consequences. You want to help but canât. Maybe itâs because of the lack of consequences. Itâs not that youâre not good enough, itâs that those people donât have the fortune to receive your kindness, so you donât have to worry.â
Purple Summers was moved and hugged Atra Blancâs arm, cooing, âMom, youâre so nice; you love me most.â
âYouâre my daughter; of course, I love you the most.â Atra Blanc also smiled.
Upon hearing this, in addition to being moved, Purple Summers felt a tinge of sadness in her heart.
Unfortunately, this love was not realâ¦Atra Blanc loved a girl who had given up her life early rather than her.
In this world, who would truly love her?
The piano room of the Summers family was filled with lingering piano music.
Laura Summers, ashamed of the slap mark on her face and the unhealed wound on her lips, declined all invitations from her classmates and friends. Every day, she was quiet, doing her homework and practicing piano obediently. After finishing a piece, she glimpsed Yolanda Summers in the piano room and was instantly startled.
âSis! When did you come in?!â Laura Summers patted her chest and gasped.
Yolanda Summers ignored her and stood quietly by the floor-to-ceiling windows with a cup of water, watching the scenery outside, as if she was pondering something.
Laura Summers thought it was strange and called out to her again: âSister?â
Yolanda Summers finally looked back.
She held the cup, elegantly took a sip, and asked, âLaura, last time Purple Summers made you get hit, do you want to get back at her?â
Upon hearing this, Laura Summersâs eyes lit up, but the light quickly faded.
âDad warned meâ¦â Laura Summers bit her lip in frustration and anger, âHe wonât let me cause trouble for Purple Summers again.â
Dylan Summers warned Laura not to start trouble, not to protect Purple Summers but because he was too disappointed in her. The 300 thousand was like a knife to his heart, and he did not want to pay for Lauraâs mistakes again. Yolanda Summers curled her lips with a hint of a cold smile, âDad wonât blame you, because this time, Purple Summers herself walked into trouble.. All we need is a little push, and she will bleed!â