Nathaniel Summers sneered at the words, âShe is also my sister, how can I not look for her?ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âCan it be the same?â Alexander Summers said carelessly, âAfter all, youâre not from the same mother. A man and a woman always around each other, itâs inappropriate for others to seeâ¦â
The smile on Nathanielâs face grew colder, âI think youâre the only one who finds it inappropriate, Alexander. Where else have you installed surveillance? Whom have you secretly filmed? Was it you who orchestrated my motherâs death?â
âYou canât talk nonsense. Mrs. Summers had a car accident because she was dodging the paparazzi. What does that have to do with me?â Alexander chuckled lowly, âSpeaking of which, third brother should thank me. It took a lot of effort to buy those photos from the paparazzi.â
Nathaniel remembered the photo Alexander had used to threaten him, his face turning an iron blue, his breathing heavy and rough.
âAlexander, even if I donât say it, one day the truth about you and Purple will be discovered by others! You better watch out for yourselves!â
Alexanderâs voice was lazy and frivolous, âNo need for third brother to worry.â
The call ended.
Filled with rage, Nathaniel looked up at the inconspicuous grey-black camera in the treetops, pondering whether Alexanderâs purpose of installing surveillance was for security or to capture private moments of the Summers family members?
He felt even worse inside.
Just then, surveillance footage was sent to his phone.
Nathaniel pressed the play button and clearly saw a male servant appearing on the screenâ
The servant, holding a sleeping infant, attempted to enter the cottage, but just as he opened the door, a black hunting dog suddenly charged out, followed by a black bird frantically clawing and pecking at the servantâs head! In panic, the servant fled toward the manmade lake.
Everything was very close to Purpleâs conjecture.
To be honest, Nathaniel was truly shocked by todayâs events.
It was because Jade Carlson had always been gentle and considerate in front of him, even fragile, but it was this woman who devised a scheme so chilling that even he, as a man, was alarmed.
Ahead of time she made her plans, first bribing the servant, then ingeniously using Mrs. Farrellâs trust to direct everyoneâs attention towards the python. Once successful, regardless of whether the child was harmed or not, Mrs. Farrell would harbor hatred for the Summers family.
Jadeâs plan was exquisite, with no obvious flaws to exploit, yet it lacked a stroke of luck,
Otherwise, she wouldnât have been easily thwarted by Purple, who turned her own tactics against her, leaving Jade stained with blood that she could no longer wash away, while the Summers family emerged spotless.
What surprised him today wasnât just Jade Carlson; Purple herself was even more astonishing.
Laura Summers was right.
Purple must not be the real Purple; otherwise, with the original Purpleâs personality and abilities, she would never have escaped danger so easily.
But who could she be?
As Nathaniel pondered this, his breathing became even more labored. He took a deep drag of his cigarette, recalling many memories.
He remembered once seeing Aria Jackson drop Purple off at home.
He also remembered mistaking Purple for Suzanne Saunders.
Clearly two different people, yet somehow so similar in manner and posture, always causing him to be momentarily deluded.
â¦Could it be her?
Nathaniel exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, his features enveloped in shadows amidst the swirling tendrils.
He thought to himself: It canât be her! If it were Suzanne, why wouldnât she come back to me? Doesnât she know that I am her husband, the one she can rely on!
If it were Suzanne, she shouldnât be getting involved with Alexander!
Nathaniel turned back, looking towards the cottage behind him, watching quietly for a long time before walking away.
Who exactly Purple is, he will find out one day!
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