Chapter 732: Chapter 732: Something’s Wrong with Yolanda Summers_1
Jane McCain asked, “Didn’t you say before that you wanted to be a teacher?”
In the Jameson Family, aside from Mr. Jameson who pursued a political career, almost everyone else was a teacher. Imbued with such influences, Zara Jameson had also dreamed of becoming a teacher since childhood.
“I feel that my experience is not sufficient, and I might lead others astray,” Zara Jameson hesitated, “And even if I do want to be a teacher, I would need a specialty, right… I’m not particularly good at anything.”
Hearing this, Jane McCain rolled her eyes dramatically, “You’re not good at anything? How about the guqin, calligraphy, and ink wash painting you’ve learned?”
Zara Jameson smiled, “I’m talking about a specialty, and although I can do all that, none of them is my specialty…”
“Don’t worry, there’s still half a semester to go,” Purple Summers advised, “During the winter vacation, you can visit some universities for inspiration. You might come up with new ideas.”
“That’s true,” Jane McCain nodded, “Maybe after the winter vacation, I won’t want to go abroad anymore!”
“Would you really be willing to give that up?” Zara Jameson laughed, “Since the first day I met you, you’ve been raving about going abroad to hook up with handsome guys and have a mixed-race baby. You’re definitely going to go!”
Purple Summers burst into laughter upon hearing this.
“Don’t laugh at me!” Jane McCain feigned anger, “I refuse to believe that you two don’t want to have mixed-race babies!”
“Hahaha… I really haven’t thought about it!”
The three of them laughed and joked around, yet deep down they all knew that these carefree days would soon be gone.
After school, Purple Summers returned home, not sure if she really felt apprehensive, but she unconsciously quickened her pace when passing by the villa.
However, the scene she imagined didn’t occur, and everything at home was calm. Nathaniel Summers was nowhere to be seen.
As she neared the cottage, she encountered Yolanda Summers coming out of their house, which was somewhat unexpected for Purple Summers.
What was she doing here?
Yolanda Summers was wearing a thick coat and looked rather ill, appearing sickly.
When she saw Purple Summers, she managed to squeeze out a smile and called out, “Little auntie.”
It was a way of greeting.
Ever since Purple Summers had repeatedly made the news and was admitted into the Judicial Training Institute, her status in the Summers Family was incomparable to before. After all, once she graduated, she was certain to become a prosecutor, and nobody dared to offend her.
Purple Summers watched Yolanda Summers walk away, feeling that something was off but couldn’t quite pinpoint why.
When she got home, she asked Atra Blanc, “Mom, what did Yolanda want?”
Atra Blanc replied, “She wants to invite her boyfriend to our banquet.”
Upon hearing this, Purple Summers was even more perplexed and blurted out, “Why doesn’t she invite him herself?”
“Young people have their quarrels,” Atra Blanc explained, understandingly smiling as she said, “She wants to invite her boyfriend over, but they’ve just had a fight. It’s hard for a girl to lose face, so she wanted us to help extend the invitation… His last name is Fowler I think, Purple, remember to tell your elder brother.”
Purple Summers remembered Jane McCain mentioning in passing that the Fowler Family owned a few vineyards abroad and were quite wealthy.
It was a small favor, yet for some reason, Purple Summers just felt it was strange.
The banquet was meant to celebrate her achievement; Dylan Summers was waiting for her to provide a guest list. If she were to add Young Master Fowler to the list, Dylan would assume Purple Summers wanted to invite him and would not think otherwise.
…Why didn’t Yolanda just tell Dylan directly?
As Purple Summers was mulling over this puzzle, her phone rang. It was Camilla Farrell calling.
The call was filled with congratulatory words, with Camilla Farrell saying she certainly had to come to bask in the glow. After a while, Gerald Graves called, saying, “Ms. Summers, it’s really inconsiderate of you not to tell me about hosting a banquet!”
Purple Summers was bewildered, wondering where these people got the news. The decision to hold a banquet had only been made in the last couple of days.
When Allen Rivera’s call also came through, Purple Summers couldn’t help but ask, “How did you find out?”