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Dylan Summers lost his wife early in life and had only two daughters, Yolanda and Laura, whom he doted on. Now he had called for Purple to come, apparently to seek justice for his daughter.
Atra Blanc, fearing her daughter would be treated unfairly, insisted that she wait for Alexander Summers to come home before going.
Purple sneered.
Alexander never came home before late at night, did he? Even if he really rushed back according to Atraâs request, how long would it take on the road? What if there was a traffic jam?
Purple reassured Atra that nothing would happen, then followed the servant to the villa in front.
All the way there, the servant looked at her with sympathy.
Purpleâs face was calm, her clear and bright eyes filled with a faint smile, looking innocent and cute, as if she had no idea that a big disaster was coming.
The servant sighed silently in his heart: Alas, Miss Purple is going to be bullied again.
The servants of the Summers Family all knew that the sisters were arrogant and domineering, and whoever offended them would be in big trouble!
As Purple walked into the living room, she felt a hostile gaze sweeping past her.
Without even thinking, she knew it must be Laura, and the person beside her who looked gleeful was Yolanda.
Purple didnât care about these two and focused her attention on the man sitting on the couch.
Old Master Summers had been a womanizer all his life, resulting in a significant age gap between his sons.
The youngest, Alexander, was only twenty-four, while the eldest of the Summers family, Dylan, was already in his fifties.
He maintained himself well, with just a slightly plump figure, and his eyes and brows held a smile, giving off the appearance of a kind and amiable elder.
âPurple,â Dylan called to Purple with a warm smile and asked, âAre you feeling better now?â
Purple pursed her lips and gave a somewhat restrained smile, âIâm feeling better.â
Dylan said, âIâve been away for a meeting in another province all this time, and I just learned about what happened to you. You mustnât do such foolish things again. If youâre wronged outside, you need to tell your family and not take your own life as a joke.â
He did not mention the incident where his daughter got injured at all.
Laura sat next to him, dissatisfied, and playfully nudged Dylan with her elbow, only to be met with a stern glare from her father.
Laura pouted, her face unhappy.
Purple pretended not to notice and whispered, âIâm sorry to have worried everyone.â
Although these people didnât care about Purpleâs life or death, she still had to say the polite words on the surface.
As expected, Dylan smiled, like a loving father, âYouâre young, and itâs inevitable to be impulsive sometimes. Itâs good that youâre fine.â
After a pause, he glanced at his two daughters beside him and continued, âA few days ago, Laura fell and broke her lip. The doctor said if it had been any worse, her teeth might have become loose. Itâs normal for young girls like you to have small fights and arguments at home, but if it comes to actual physical violence, thatâs not proper.â
After saying this, Dylan looked at Purple with a somewhat stern gaze.
No wonder he was the director-general; his speech was well-balanced between kindness and discipline.
Purple, with her deer-like eyes filled with innocence and bewilderment, murmured, âLaura fell that hardâ¦â
âStop pretending! You clearly pushed me!â
Laura, enraged by Purpleâs innocent act, shouted and tore at her injured lip, causing blood to flow from the cracked wound, and she cried out in pain.
Purple, startled, stepped back and raised her hand, saying, âLaura, my wound just healed, and my wrist is powerless. I couldnât have pushed you.â
The news of Purple getting drunk and slitting her wrists outside had caused a stir in the entire Summers Family.
Her skin was fair and delicate, and the scar on her wrist was a shocking red, making her arm look even more fragile by comparison, as if it would break with a gentle twist. How could she possibly have pushed Laura, who was clearly taller and stronger than her?
No one believed it.
That included Dylan.
Anxious, Laura pointed to Yolanda and exclaimed, âSister saw her push me with her own eyes!â