The most beautiful judicial candidate resembles a hot presidential candidate; itâs a topic thatâs often brought up for teasing lately.
Caitlin Carter was well aware of it, but since these two people were worlds apart with no interaction, she had never considered it.
âViolet, where did you get this information?â Caitlin asked, her heart in suspense, unable to believe the claim, âIs there any evidence?â
Violet Nelson had no evidence. She was only trying to sow doubt in Caitlinâs mind, so she spouted nonsense.
âHer face is the best evidence. Aunt, youâre just too kind. Purple Summers wants to use this opportunity to get close to you and then cozy up to our family!â Violet Nelson watched Caitlinâs expression, probing, âThink about it. She represents you in court, out of gratitude you would surely treat her well, and she looks a lot like Uncle. With such back-and-forth, wouldnât you consider acknowledging her as a goddaughter?â¦â
This was what Violet Nelson minded the most.
After her parents met with an accident in her childhood, Violet grew up with her grandparents. They pitied her for her lack of parents but still favored boys over girls, thus Violet, as a granddaughter, wasnât particularly cherished.
Latter on, her grandfatherâs sister, who was childless and lived a lonely life, chose Violet to stay with her given that her grandfather had many grandchildren.
Violet Nelson moved into the Simonson household at eight, and stayed for twelve years. During this time, her great-aunt had suggested several times that Violetâs uncle and aunt should acknowledge her as a goddaughter, but the idea was rejected.
The reason was: There was no need.
Violet Nelson wasnât a child of unknown origin; even if she was acknowledged as a daughter, people would still know she was Christopher Simonsonâs niece, so there was no need.
Besides, whether acknowledged or not, she was the most favored among the younger members of the Simonson Family.
Violet Nelson felt they were cruel for giving her a princessâs life but not a princessâs name, leaving her perpetually anxious.
After hearing Violetâs words and learning there was no evidence, Caitlin finally breathed a sigh of relief.
âViolet, some reporters like to make up stories to create eye-catching news, but your uncle isnât like that. He hasnât even been to Clearwater⦠and besides, there are many ways to thank someone. Why would we acknowledge her as a goddaughter? Violet, you shouldnât let your imagination run wild.â
Although somewhat displeased, Caitlin patiently explained things to Violet, thinking that Violet harbored prejudice because she had conflicts with Purple Summers.
Occasional rivalries among young girls are common.
Caitlin didnât take Violetâs words to heart; she quickly left the house and headed straight for the airport.
Watching her leave, Violet sneered and picked up her phone to make a call.
âHello, is this Editor Linus?â¦â
â¦
When Purple Summers went to school on Monday, she felt like a lot of people were staring at her on the way.
Had the students at the school seen that news?
Suddenly becoming a sensation, Purple didnât take it to heart; such explosive popularity usually doesnât last long, and within a few days as the hype dies down, people naturally forget.
However, the feeling of being watched was indeed uncomfortable, and Purple couldnât help but grumble: Are these students not burdened enough with their studies that they still have the time to focus on the news?
As she was about to enter the classroom, Purple heard voices hurriedly passing a message.
âSheâs coming!â
âHurry up, sheâs about to enter the classroom!â@@novelbin@@
âAre you ready? Here she comes!â
There were rustling sounds inside, and Purple was puzzled. What was going on? Were they planning a prank or something?
When she got to the classroom door, she saw her classmates sitting in neat rows as if they were welcoming a homeroom teacher.
Then, a unified chant aroseâ
âHave, you, been, circumcised!â
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