Chapter 51: Canna (There is a kind of love called tiredness and not loving, rewarding and adding more)
Translator: 549690339
The contents of the photo were so shocking that Aria Jackson immediately understood what Purple Summers meant by “coming in handy.” She closed the iron box and responded, “Don’t worry, I’ll keep it safe.”
Afterward, Purple briefly told Aria about her recent situation in the Summers Family.
She left out the parts about Alexander Summers, perhaps feeling too embarrassed. The thought of being a prosecutor, yet unable to resist being harassed, was likely to make her close female friend laugh herself to death.
Aria felt that Purple’s new identity was perfect for investigating the truth within the Summers Family. However, upon learning of Jade Carlson’s affair with Nathaniel Summers, her brow furrowed deeply.
“You won’t let her off the hook, right?” Aria asked.
Purple had a different idea, “It takes two to tango. The blame should be put on the man, and the whole account of cheating should not fall solely on her. But Jade is the prime suspect now, and I will thoroughly investigate her.”
Aria gritted her teeth. “Then, corner Nathaniel in an alleyway and beat him up first to vent your anger!”
Purple laughed, “Stop it, Officer Jackson.”
The two of them talked for about two hours in the beef noodle restaurant.
Purple and Aria said goodbye, and Purple called a taxi to leave.
She smiled faintly as she sat in the car.
Today went very smoothly.
A good start is always a pleasure.
Purple bought some books and stationery on the way home and then returned to the Summers Residence.
Living in the Summers Residence was advantageous for the investigation, but it also had drawbacks. That was… some annoying people would always frequently appear in front of her.
For example, Jade Carlson, whom she saw when she left in the morning, and now Nathaniel Summers, whom she saw as she returned home.
—Nathaniel was sitting in the shade of a tree, looking at a cluster of flamboyantly beautiful cannas in front of him.
Rich families typically decorated their gardens with roses, roses, and tulips. This clump of cannas was specially planted by Nathaniel when he married Suzanne Saunders to please her.
Suzanne had cannas growing in her hometown’s house, a part of her childhood memories.
As a child, she would often steal flowers to eat the honey inside, and once, after eating ants, she cried with fright. Nevertheless, the next day, she still could not resist stealing flowers to eat.
Nathaniel wanted Suzanne to feel at home after marrying into the Summers Family, so he planted cannas.
Purple coldly looked at the man.
To get back to her small western building, she didn’t have to go through here. Purple decided to take a detour.
She didn’t want to have much interaction with Nathaniel, at least not now.
Perhaps her footsteps alerted Nathaniel, and he called out to stop her, “Purple, have you just come back?”
Purple stood still and slowly turned around, “Third Brother.”
Wearing a white shirt, Nathaniel looked bright and clear. However, with a faint smell of alcohol on him, he appeared somewhat decadent.
He signaled for Purple to come over with a wave of his hand.
Purple approached him but still maintained a certain distance.
“Did you go out to buy books?” Nathaniel glanced at her book bag.
Purple softly replied with a hum.
Noticing her resistance, Nathaniel sighed lightly, “Purple, listen to your brother. Grey is not suitable for you. Wanting to study is a good thing, but you have to take everything one step at a time. Your foundation is too weak, and starting high might be bad for you. There are many good schools in Clearwater City. Why do you have to go to Grey?”
Purple pursed her lips, her gaze avoiding him, and she remained silent.
Going to Grey International School was something she had thought about for a long time.
Her current identity was somewhat awkward. At 16 years old, sweet innocence might be beautiful, but… it was just too young and lacked weight in anything she did.
If she wanted to become a prosecutor again, going to Grey InternationalSchool was the fastest way.
In Huaya Country, whether someone wanted to become a prosecutor, lawyer, or judge, they had to pass the judicial examination, which had an age requirement.
Only Grey International School was an exception. Because they cultivated a large number of outstanding talents, Grey had a specified amount of judicial examination qualifications each year, disregarding age requirements.
What she wanted was that opportunity..