Chapter 617: Chapter 615: 615 Confrontation_1

Last time Purple Summers followed Allen Rivera to visit the Douglas Family, she said many impolite and even offensive things to Norman Douglas.

Norman, upholding his dignity, didn’t want to quibble with a female student, but he hadn’t expected that, two days later, representatives from the Women’s Rights Protection Federation would show up at his door with an assertive attitude and take away his wife and daughter!

If he were to obstruct them, the Women’s Rights Protection Federation would charge him with illegal detention!

How ridiculous that was—she was his wife; he only wanted to give her the best care. How had that become illegal detention?!

It was then that Norman realized what Purple Summers meant when she left him with these words before she departed:

— “I really want to help your wife, but the way of helping might make you feel uncomfortable…”

Norman looked steadily at Purple Summers, his tone suggestive and lingering, “The students today are truly surpassing their teachers, able to engage the people from the Women’s Rights Protection Federation. Ms. Summers must have gone to great lengths, I presume.”n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

“Not really,” Purple Summers smiled, “If the situation didn’t warrant it, no matter how much effort I put in, the people from the federation wouldn’t bother with me.”

She left Norman with no comeback.

Norman chuckled coldly, then became silent again.

Today they were here to mediate, not to argue, although from a certain perspective, mediation was a form of argument, a seemingly more elegant one.

The staff at the law firm brought in several cups of coffee to the reception room.

The female lawyer Norman had invited gestured with her hand: “I’m pregnant, I can’t drink coffee. Could I trouble you for a glass of water, please? Thank you.”

Impatience immediately flashed across Marcel Jefferson’s brow.

And then, all those bad hunches he had—they all came true—

When Riley Montgomery came in holding the child, the pregnant lawyer immediately stood up, her belly protruding, and with a beaming face, she approached, saying: “Ah… is this Judge Douglas’s baby? She’s so adorable! Look at that nose, those eyes; she really resembles Judge Douglas!”

Riley managed a faint smile, lowered her eyelids, and somewhat uneasily avoided Norman’s gaze.

Norman asked her, “Have you been doing well recently?”

“Yes, pretty well,” Riley said softly, sitting down with the child in her arms, somewhat restrained and uneasy.

Norman fell silent as well.

The lawyer asked Riley with a smile, “What’s the little baby’s name?”

“…Her name is Serena Douglas, nickname Lena.”

“You can tell you’ve taken good care of her. It must have been very hard taking care of her by yourself all this time, hasn’t it?” the lawyer added.

Riley, remembering Purple Summers’s words, responded with her head lowered, “It’s not too hard. I enjoy taking care of children, and besides, I majored in nursing and have taken an Infant and Child Care Course.”

“That’s wonderful,” the lawyer said, engaging readily with Riley, “I’m due in three months, and I’m really nervous lately. I’m worried about how to take care of the baby after birth. Newborns are so tiny, I’m afraid I won’t even dare to touch them, wondering how to dress the baby, feed them, bathe them, choose toys… Oh, you must teach me.”

Riley smiled gently and said, “You don’t have to be too nervous; little babies are not so fragile…”

As mothers themselves, Riley kindly shared some tips on baby care, and the lawyer listened very intently, occasionally taking notes with a pen.

After a short introductory chat, the lawyer suddenly asked, “Since you’re so adept at caring for children, how did your first and second children, despite having servants and a nanny to assist, suffer such unfortunate accidents? Are you sure you have the capacity to care for a child on your own?”

Riley’s complexion immediately turned pale.

The atmosphere in the reception room grew heavy; she knew the confrontation had begun.