Chapter 610: Chapter 610 Limping_1
Nathaniel Summers’s words threw Purple Summers into disarray for the entire afternoon.
Purple’s feelings towards Nathaniel were very complicated.
She had once been cherished by Nathaniel like a princess; in their first year of marriage, they were intimate, having spent many pleasant times together. Even though she had never fallen in love with him, there was always a certain amount of familial affection.
When she discovered the relationship between Nathaniel and Jade Carlson, she felt as disgusted as if she had swallowed a fly, filled with both contempt and revulsion.
Later, upon learning that Nathaniel was seeking treatment, she insisted verbally that it was betrayal, but in her heart, she had already begun to feel guilty… as a wife, she hadn’t given her husband enough care, she was also at fault!
But Alexander had given her life, and she couldn’t let him down either!
Faced with choosing between the two men, her choice was clear without any doubts.
All she could do was to speak harshly and coldly to Nathaniel, to stop him from harboring even a sliver of hope.
Purple was so irritably conflicted that she inevitably became absent-minded during class.
The teacher called her name twice, but she didn’t hear until the third time when she snapped out of it, stood up bewildered, causing the whole class to burst into laughter.
In that laughter, there was a bit of teasing, but it was kindly meant; it was the first time everyone had seen the normally studious top student distracted in class, and it felt like the goddess had come down from her pedestal.
The teacher asked gently, “Didn’t you get enough rest last night?”
Purple nodded awkwardly.
After school, Marcel Jefferson came to pick her up; they had made plans to see Riley Montgomery today.
Purple got into the car.
Marcel handed her a file, saying, “Norman Douglas has hired a lawyer from Seastar who used to be a prosecutor; negotiating with them for a favorable outcome won’t be easy, we need to warn Riley to be careful.”
Purple responded lazily.
“What’s wrong?” Marcel noticed her fatigue and glanced at her. “If you’re too tired today, we can reschedule for tomorrow. After all, we’re not meeting the other party until the weekend.”
“Let’s do it today,” Purple said, massaging her forehead and opening the file in her hands.
She urgently needed something else to divert her attention.
The file before her contained the divorce agreement provided by Norman’s lawyer, which was extremely demanding; they not only refused to budge on child custody, but it was almost as if they wanted Riley to walk away empty-handed.
Marcel voiced his disdain, “After all, she bore him three children; Norman is too stingy.”
“It’s not stinginess,” Purple laughed briefly, “he’s doing this on purpose, trying to discourage Riley from wanting a divorce. Seems like Norman is still reluctant to divorce.”
Marcel shook his head and started the car without further comment.
The car arrived at a Community in a remote suburb.
This place belonged to the Women’s Rights Protection Federation, specifically providing residency for women and children in need of assistance. The area had a large amount of green space, with very spacious lawns and lush, towering trees. The houses were neatly arranged, each building being a six-story apartment complex.
Since Riley had a slight disability, the Federation had specially arranged for her to live on the first floor.
When Purple and Marcel arrived, Riley was pushing a stroller and walking on the lawn.
She was accompanied by two middle-aged women, apparently her neighbors, who were cooing over the children, praising how adorable they were.
Riley was chatting with them, a faint smile on her face and a peaceful, serene look in her eyes.
Upon seeing Purple and Marcel, Riley’s eyes brightened, and she immediately wheeled the stroller over.
Riley’s appearance tended towards demure and delicate grace; she wasn’t strikingly beautiful, but she had a warmth and gentleness to her that made her likable.
However, once she started walking, her gait was marred by a limp, though minor, which detracted from the grace she had when standing tall.
—— Her leg’s disability stemmed from a fall down the stairs. After treatment, she no longer needed a cane, but it was nonetheless regrettable.
Purple’s eyes rested on Riley’s limping foot, thinking: This disability might very well become a point of attack by the opposition’s lawyer.