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Laura Summers was extremely wronged, âNo, Dad, she pushed me first, and then tripped me with her leg!â¦â
âWhy would she trip you for no reason?! Is she capable of beating both of you?!â Dylan Summers roared in anger.
He didnât believe Lauraâs words, thinking that Laura wanted to chase and hit Purple Summers, but accidentally fell.
Dylan Summers rarely lost his temper like this. Laura was shocked by his yelling and held back her tears with her lips pursed, not daring to make a sound.
Dylan Summers sternly said, âIn the future, if such trivial matters arise again, deal with them yourself and donât bother me!â
His daughter exaggerated things over the phone, making him believe her face was ruined. When the meeting ended, he rushed back only to find that his daughter had staged the whole incident by herself. How could he not be angry?
âYes, Dad.â The sisters bowed their heads in agreement.
âGo back to your rooms.â
The sisters reluctantly walked towards the stairs, but Dylan Summers called out to them again, âWait.â
Yolanda and Laura Summers turned around, carefully observing their fatherâs expression.
âYou two often call Purple Summers an ugly ghost?â Dylan Summers rubbed his temples, somewhat annoyed. âWhat would it look like if the servants heard you? Sheâs also a member of our family registry. According to seniority, you should call her Little Aunt. Have you memorized that?â
Lauraâs tearful eyes revealed resentment, but, meeting her fatherâs authoritative gaze, she and Yolanda eventually nodded together, âWeâve memorized it, Dad.â
The sisters left.
In the hallway, Laura could no longer bear it and grabbed Yolanda, accusing her, âWhy didnât you help me just now?! It was clearly Purple that pushed me!â
âHow could I help you? Dad doesnât believe us at all. The more I say, the more heâll think weâre making excuses!â
Yolanda shook off Lauraâs hand, feeling that she was somewhat out of touch. Their fatherâs anger was obviously because he believed they were lying!
âOf course you donât care! Itâs not you who got scolded!â Laura cried and ran away.
Laura wailed as she sprinted out of the house, only stopping when she reached the lakeside.
She sobbed uncontrollably, leaning against a weeping willow by the lake.
As fate would have it, she looked up and saw Purple Summers in front of her.
Purple Summers raised her eyebrows slightly, also surprised.
âWhat are you doing here? Do you want to laugh at me?!â Laura wiped away her tears, glaring resentfully at Purple.
âYou have paranoia, right? Iâm just passing by.â Purple Summers was speechless. She didnât want to have any further entanglements with Laura and turned to walk away.
But Laura followed her and blocked her way, âWhat, have you shown your true colors now? Werenât you acting so well in front of Dad earlier?!â
âI didnât act.â Purple Summers glanced at her lazily and laughed lightly. âI told the truth. Youâre the one who brought it upon yourself. If you hadnât pounced on me, how could you have busted your lip?â
âYou!â Enraged, Laura raised her hand to slap Purpleâs face!
âSmack!
Her hand didnât reach Purpleâs face but was instead caught by Purple, who twisted her wrist at an awkward angle, causing Laura to turn pale from the pain!
âAre you sure you want to continue?â Purpleâs tone was light. âThere are rocks all over by the lake. If you fall, you might bleed.â
Laura froze, her face turning deathly pale.
She hated Purple! But she was more afraid of disfiguring herself!
Seeing Laura making no further move, Purple let go of her hand. She didnât have a habit of bullying children.
Watching Purple walk away, Lauraâs eyes seemed to spew fire, her chest heaving with anger!
Why?!
She was just a foster daughter, living under someone elseâs roof! She should be following the rules! How dare she swagger in front of Laura and threaten her?!
Purple was to blame for her injuries and for her dad scolding her!
Despicable!
Purple Summers should die!
Purple should go to hell!!!
Enraged, Laura watched Purple walk up to the bridge. Suddenly, she charged forward, using all her strength to push Purple off the bridge!
âPurple!â
A manâs anxious and furious roar sounded from not far away..