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Purple Summers noticed that Atra Blanc’s grief for the late Elder Master Summers was truly deep and profound.
While everyone else seemed indifferent during the ritual of burning paper, only Atra had red eyes and looked on the verge of tears.
The pain of loss often fades with time, but Elder Master Summers had passed away more than a decade ago, and the fact that Atra could still cry in front of his grave spoke volumes about the depth of her feelings.
But this only left Purple more puzzled.
How could Atra, who was only in her early twenties back then, have fallen in love with a man past his fifties?
Moreover, Purple couldn’t imagine Atra, with her weak and fragile nature, going as far as severing ties with her own family just to be with Elder Master Summers.
After leaving the cemetery, the facade of a harmonious family was shattered, revealing a clear split.
Alexander Summers and Purple were in one car, while Dylan Summers, Nathaniel Summers, and Yolanda Summers were in another.
As Purple sat in the car, she reminisced about how previous tomb-sweeping visits were accompanied by Mrs. Summers and Second Young Master Summers for a lively gathering. Now, it seemed to be getting more and more desolate year by year. She wondered what Elder Master Summers’ ghost would think if it were nearby and could witness this.
Purple had no choice but to believe in ghosts after her own experiences, but she wondered how long they could last in this world.
Could they fade into nothingness?
If their existence were eternal, she would like to visit her late grandmother, who had passed away due to illness.
Purple’s thoughts wandered, realizing that in two months, it would be her grandmother’s death anniversary, and she would have to visit her grave. She wondered if her grandmother would recognize her in her current state…
Purple’s grandmother was buried in her hometown of Cascadia, a picturesque small town far from Clearwater City, with no nearby airports; reaching it required traveling by train.
Once the idea took root in her mind, it quickly grew, becoming clearer and more vivid.
Purple decided to return to her hometown after her final exams, which would coincide with her winter vacation. Not only could she visit her grandmother’s grave, but she could also stay there for a while.
Upon returning to the Summers Residence, everyone busied themselves for a while before it was time for lunch.
On the day of mourning, it was necessary for everyone to eat together. No matter how busy they were or what grudges they may have, the whole family had to sit together peacefully at the same table.
Thus, it was a rare occasion for Purple to dine in the lavish dining room of the main villa.
Atra returned just before lunch.
Everyone gathered around the table, raising their glasses and lightly clinking them together, creating an atmosphere of harmony and togetherness.
Purple ate absentmindedly, her mind occupied with planning her trip to her grandmother’s grave during the winter holidays, wondering what preparations were needed, how many days she should stay, and how she could conceal her intentions from Atra.
Nathaniel poured Yolanda a glass of wine and noticed a full glass of coconut milk beside Purple. Thinking that she was too young to drink, he casually picked up a piece of sweet and sour spare ribs and placed it in her bowl.
With her mind preoccupied, Purple took no notice of these small gestures and just ate the spare ribs from her bowl.
Alexander, who had been observing, immediately felt a cloud of darkness descend upon him, as if a storm was brewing.
The spare rib had been touched by Nathaniel’s chopsticks, yet it had ended up in Purple’s mouth.
It was too irritating!
Alexander raised his glass and downed the remaining brandy, feeling as if his insides were aflame with jealousy.
Even if Purple hadn’t noticed who had picked up that piece of spare rib, Alexander would still detest any interaction between them!
Alexander suddenly reached across the table and firmly grasped Purple’s left hand, as if staking a silent claim on her.
Purple stared at him, confused, and thought: Is he acting up again?
At that moment, Nathaniel accidentally dropped his soup spoon.
As he bent down to pick it up, he saw the intertwined hands of the siblings under the table.
Nathaniel’s breath hitched.
Recalling the two’s intimate moment previously, rage quickly engulfed him!
He could perhaps accept Alexander wasting his life away on trivial pursuits, but to involve his own sister?!
Purple was his sister! If word got out, how would others view the Summers family? How would they view Purple?
Did Alexander intend to completely ruin Purple’s life?!
Nathaniel abruptly stood up!