Purple Summersâs breath halted, and even her heartbeat seemed to have stopped!
What was happening?!
Zack Wallace was equally shocked to see Purple Summers!
He internally cursed: She could have come at any other time, so why did she have to show up right now?!
There was no time for explanations now. Zack and another man supported Alexander Summers and quickly walked into the elevator, followed by several doctors in white lab coats, each carrying various medical instruments.
Purple followed them in a daze, her mind buzzing with noise, unable to think.
She stared blankly at Alexanderâs pale profile, her chest tightening in waves.
It was so tight it hurt.
Alexanderâs consciousness wasnât completely lost; he occasionally opened his eyes, and seeming to notice Purple, he murmured her name: âPurple.â
When Purple heard his hoarse, powerless voice, her eyes suddenly reddened, and she nearly cried.
How could this have happened⦠everything was fine, so how could it have suddenly come to this?!
The top floor had a private rest room reserved for Alexander Summers. He often faced dangers, and the room was equipped with basic medication for emergencies. Together with the supplies the doctors brought, an emergency surgical procedure could be performed.
While Alexander was in surgery, Purple waited outside.
She sat there numbly, unconsciously clutching the chocolate in her hand, feeling cold all over.
It was as if her heart chambers had windows broken in the winter, allowing cold air to flow in gusts and chill her to the coreâ¦
Zack, looking at her, couldnât stand it and whispered comforting words: âDonât worry. Itâs just a minor injury. Master Xander has survived much worse than thisâ¦â
Before he could finish, he suddenly felt he was being awkward and corrected himself in an embarrassed manner, âThe bullet didnât hit any vital organs. As long as itâs removed, Master Xander will be alright.â
Purpleâs expression was a bit vacant as she kept seeing flashes of Alexander drenched in blood. On his white shirt, patches of red and black were soaking and streaming in a shocking mannerâ¦
She lowered her gaze and could see drops of dark red on the gray carpet.
Purple wanted to ask something, but her voice came out wooden and raspy, ââ¦Why was he injured?â
Zackâs face showed difficulty.
Purpleâs gaze fell on the hem of Zackâs clothing where there was a charred hole.
âAre you injured too?â she asked.
Zack hurriedly said: âNo, no.â
He pulled a deformed coin from his shirt pocket, feeling quite emotional: âI was lucky. The bullet was deflected by the coin, or it would have pierced through my intestines.â
Purple was silent for a while, then asked: âWhere did you accompany Alexander to today?â
âWe went to the airportâ¦â Zack began, but for some reason, he stopped mid-sentence, stammering.
Purple quietly watched him, her eyes cool, seemingly devoid of emotion.
ââ¦to pick someone up from the airport.â Zack couldnât bring himself to meet Purpleâs eyes and awkwardly completed the sentence.
âLily Howard has returned, hasnât she?â Purple spoke calmly, âYou encountered an assassination attempt. He was injured because he was saving Lily Howard, correct?â
Zack felt a cold sweat down his back and thought to himself: Trouble!
Ms. Summers was too sharp, she guessed it all! What to do now? This situation is even worse than the ambush at the airport! More troublesome!
âMs. Summers, please donât misunderstandâ¦â Zack wanted to explain, but as the words reached his lips, he felt he couldnât explain!n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
What was there to misunderstand? There was no misunderstanding; Alexander truly took a bullet for Lily Howard! That was the fact!
Purple didnât ask further.
She sat on the soft sofa, silent and motionless.
After an indeterminable amount of time, the door to the inner room opened, and a doctor stood by the door, removed his mask, and said, âMaster Xander is asking for Ms. Summers to come in.â
Purple looked over, stunned. She tried to get up but realized her legs were weak, and she couldnât standâ¦