Purple Summers was slightly surprised and was just about to ask him a few questions when Norman Douglas had already come out to greet them, his face wearing a polite but distant smile.
âAllen Rivera, I have already explained to you last time. You really have misunderstood. I am trying to find a way to treat her depression, there is no crime here, no murder, just a poor patient!â said Norman Douglas.
Although he maintained a smile on his face, it was not friendly, and it was clear that he was extremely repelled by Riveraâs arrival.
Allen Rivera knew how to read the room, calmly handed over a fruit basket and a gift, saying, âI apologize for the disturbance before. I have come this time specially to visit Mrs. Douglas.â
He paused for a moment, slightly stepping aside, and introduced the girl beside him: âThese two are students from Grey School, about to take part in this yearâs judicial examination. They admire you a lot, so they followed me to visit.â
Upon hearing this, Normanâs expression softened slightly.
He was really fed up with Rivera treating everyone in the house like a suspect, and nobody liked to be treated this way. However, this time Rivera had brought two female students with him, so he must have really come to visit his wife.
If it was for an investigation, he wouldnât have brought two burdensome female students with him.
The eyes of Norman Douglas then fell on Purple Summers and Jane McCainâ
When he saw Purple Summers, he suddenly froze, as if he had seen something shocking, his eyes widened, and his entire facial expression solidified.
Purple Summers and Jane McCain were clueless.
Before they could ask, Norman Douglas recovered first, still retaining a note of surprise in his tone: âSorry, I lost my composure just now; this young lady looks very much like a friend of mine! I was startled when I suddenly saw her.â
Purple Summersâs gaze remained calm, but she couldnât help thinking: Could Judge Douglas know her parents? Anyone who is friends with a Justice must be of no ordinary statusâ¦
Allen Rivera said, âWhich friend of yours? If I have the chance, I will visit them someday to see if they really do look alike.â
Norman Douglas smiled and shook his head: âThe world is full of wonders, and it is indeed a kind of fate for two people to look alike. However, my friend has never been to Clearwater, so there is no chance of meeting.â
In the speech of the Justice, there seemed to be an avoidance of his friendâs identity.
Purple Summers was not particularly interested in finding relatives, so she did not continue to inquire.
After the pleasantries, Norman Douglas invited Allen Rivera and the others into the house to sit.
Once they sat down, they talked about the dynamics of the judicial field, the trends of policies, and also discussed the hidden dangers on the road to judicial reform.
Jane McCain was struggling to stay awake, and it was already a sign of her good upbringing that she managed to not yawn.
During a lull, Purple Summers interjected: âJudge Douglas, your garden is really beautiful. May I go have a look?â
Her smile was light and slightly rushed, her clear bright eyes innocent and impeccable, free of any guile.
Norman Douglas was quite fond of Purple Summers. Not only because she was adorable, but also because she resembled his friend to some extent.
âOf course, you can,â said Norman Douglas with a smile, like a kind elder, âThe tulips in the garden were handpicked imported varieties by my wife, cultivated specially, their color unlike anywhere else. You can take a stroll over there.â
Jane McCain, as if pardoned from a sentence, promptly got up, linking arms with Purple Summers and the two went out together.
âFinally out!â Jane McCain sighed in relief as soon as they were out, âIt was suffocating in there.â
Purple Summers scanned the surroundings and said, âLetâs go, weâll go see the tulips.â
âHuh? Arenât we going to investigate the case?â Jane McCain followed behind her, âAre we really going to look at the tulips?â
âLetâs just walk around and see first,â Purple Summers smiled.
Although the Douglas Family garden wasnât large, it was only in comparison with the Summers Residence; compared to an average household, it was still very luxurious.
Purple Summers and Jane McCain walked across the lawn, didnât see any tulips, but encountered a woman and a seven or eight-year-old boy playing baseball on the lawn.
âWho is that?â Jane McCain whispered to Purple Summers, âCould it be the killer?â