Chapter 574: Chapter 574 Similar People_1
Purple Summers was slightly surprised and was just about to ask him a few questions when Norman Douglas had already come out to greet them, his face wearing a polite but distant smile.
“Allen Rivera, I have already explained to you last time. You really have misunderstood. I am trying to find a way to treat her depression, there is no crime here, no murder, just a poor patient!” said Norman Douglas.
Although he maintained a smile on his face, it was not friendly, and it was clear that he was extremely repelled by Rivera’s arrival.
Allen Rivera knew how to read the room, calmly handed over a fruit basket and a gift, saying, “I apologize for the disturbance before. I have come this time specially to visit Mrs. Douglas.”
He paused for a moment, slightly stepping aside, and introduced the girl beside him: “These two are students from Grey School, about to take part in this year’s judicial examination. They admire you a lot, so they followed me to visit.”
Upon hearing this, Norman’s expression softened slightly.
He was really fed up with Rivera treating everyone in the house like a suspect, and nobody liked to be treated this way. However, this time Rivera had brought two female students with him, so he must have really come to visit his wife.
If it was for an investigation, he wouldn’t have brought two burdensome female students with him.
The eyes of Norman Douglas then fell on Purple Summers and Jane McCain—
When he saw Purple Summers, he suddenly froze, as if he had seen something shocking, his eyes widened, and his entire facial expression solidified.
Purple Summers and Jane McCain were clueless.
Before they could ask, Norman Douglas recovered first, still retaining a note of surprise in his tone: “Sorry, I lost my composure just now; this young lady looks very much like a friend of mine! I was startled when I suddenly saw her.”
Purple Summers’s gaze remained calm, but she couldn’t help thinking: Could Judge Douglas know her parents? Anyone who is friends with a Justice must be of no ordinary status…
Allen Rivera said, “Which friend of yours? If I have the chance, I will visit them someday to see if they really do look alike.”
Norman Douglas smiled and shook his head: “The world is full of wonders, and it is indeed a kind of fate for two people to look alike. However, my friend has never been to Clearwater, so there is no chance of meeting.”
In the speech of the Justice, there seemed to be an avoidance of his friend’s identity.
Purple Summers was not particularly interested in finding relatives, so she did not continue to inquire.
After the pleasantries, Norman Douglas invited Allen Rivera and the others into the house to sit.
Once they sat down, they talked about the dynamics of the judicial field, the trends of policies, and also discussed the hidden dangers on the road to judicial reform.
Jane McCain was struggling to stay awake, and it was already a sign of her good upbringing that she managed to not yawn.
During a lull, Purple Summers interjected: “Judge Douglas, your garden is really beautiful. May I go have a look?”
Her smile was light and slightly rushed, her clear bright eyes innocent and impeccable, free of any guile.
Norman Douglas was quite fond of Purple Summers. Not only because she was adorable, but also because she resembled his friend to some extent.
“Of course, you can,” said Norman Douglas with a smile, like a kind elder, “The tulips in the garden were handpicked imported varieties by my wife, cultivated specially, their color unlike anywhere else. You can take a stroll over there.”
Jane McCain, as if pardoned from a sentence, promptly got up, linking arms with Purple Summers and the two went out together.
“Finally out!” Jane McCain sighed in relief as soon as they were out, “It was suffocating in there.”
Purple Summers scanned the surroundings and said, “Let’s go, we’ll go see the tulips.”
“Huh? Aren’t we going to investigate the case?” Jane McCain followed behind her, “Are we really going to look at the tulips?”
“Let’s just walk around and see first,” Purple Summers smiled.
Although the Douglas Family garden wasn’t large, it was only in comparison with the Summers Residence; compared to an average household, it was still very luxurious.
Purple Summers and Jane McCain walked across the lawn, didn’t see any tulips, but encountered a woman and a seven or eight-year-old boy playing baseball on the lawn.
“Who is that?” Jane McCain whispered to Purple Summers, “Could it be the killer?”