Chapter 717: Chapter 715: 715 Who is Meredith Richards_1

The next day, the news about the Simonson Family’s illegitimate daughter further fermented.

Unlike the baseless speculations of the previous day, this time the exposé contained a wealth of substantial information, painting a vivid picture of Meredith Richards and Christopher Simonson’s affair! It directly pointed out that Purple Summers was the child Meredith had born back then!

Violet Nelson stared at every sentence, every word in the reports—time, location, names, all the information was startlingly real.

She was completely flabbergasted!

How could this be?

This wasn’t the information she had sold! She just wanted to muddy the waters, to make Caitlin Carter feel disgust towards Purple Summers, but what was happening now?

Could it be that Purple Summers was indeed Christopher Simonson’s illegitimate daughter?!

Violet Nelson deeply felt the absurdity! A kind of mockery!

She had merely thrown out a smoke bomb to create a facade, but who would have thought the facade would turn into reality, like a silent sneer!

Violet Nelson finally regretted it.

Why did she provoke Purple Summers! If Purple Summers took advantage of the situation to move into the Simonson house, what would she do?

The scandal of the illegitimate daughter plunged the Simonson Family into a massive public relations crisis.

One mishandling, and perhaps Christopher Simonson would become estranged from that position.

The old lady raged at home, furiously tearing the newspapers into shreds, but while the newspapers could be torn to pieces, the information that was crazily spreading online was unstoppable.

“This is a conspiracy!” the old lady shouted frantically, “They’re using the media to pressure us, to force us to recognize her identity! She’s just as sinister as her mother!”

Old Master Simonson’s opinion, however, was completely opposite: “If it is true, the child should be brought back, the Simonson family’s bloodline should not be left outside.”

“I disagree!” the old lady said, “I think that child has plotted all this, I will not let her succeed!”

“Have you ever thought that she might be Christopher’s only child?” Old Master Simonson calmly asked her, “Perhaps in our lifetime, we only have this one granddaughter.”

The old lady was stunned.

Her son was already forty, if he could have children, he should have had them by now. If he couldn’t have children…if he can never have children, then this Purple Summers, would be her son’s only, and last, blood relative.@@novelbin@@

The old lady’s chest panged with pain!

For so many years, she had been desperate to hold her grandchildren, but why did it have to be that woman’s child?!

Old Master Simonson summoned several trusted individuals to the house to discuss how to resolve this crisis. Everyone agreed that a paternity test needed to be done as soon as possible. Once it was confirmed that Purple Summers was a child of the Simonson family, she must be brought back, otherwise, Purple Summers’ presence would occasionally become a weapon for political enemies to attack them with.

Throughout the entire discussion, Christopher Simonson was in a daze, unable to believe that he might have a daughter out there.

Although some people said it might be a scam, Purple Summers’ resemblance left no room for Christopher Simonson to ignore! Coincidentally, she was from Clearwater and related to Meredith Richards, Christopher Simonson dared not think any further…

The meeting went on until late, meticulous to the last detail, even the words of the statements to be made to reporters the next day were carefully hammered out before everyone dispersed.

When Christopher Simonson returned to his room, his wife stared at him blankly.

Caitlin Carter murmured to him, “Who is Meredith Richards?”

Christopher Simonson was silent for a long time. He walked past Caitlin Carter, approached the cabinet, opened the bottom drawer, and took out an album.

“That time you asked me, who was the person cut out, I didn’t tell you… She is Meredith Richards.”

Christopher Simonson opened the album, revealing the fragmented photos inside, his throat as if choked, his breathing sluggish. That familiar heaviness returned.

Only he was on the photos.