Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

Purple Summers ran into Atra Blanc, who had changed her clothes, on her way back.

From a distance, Atra Blanc had seen Purple Summers talking to Nathaniel Summers. Now, seeing her return with a sullen look, Atra couldn’t help but ask. There was nothing to hide, so Purple Summers told the truth.

She said she had recommended a law firm to Henry Jameson, but he didn’t like it, and Nathaniel didn’t trust her either. After sending away the guests, he had specifically come back to blame her.

“Henry Jameson is Grey’s teacher. I just wanted to leave a good impression on him, but Nathaniel thought I was causing trouble,” Purple Summers attributed her annoyance and anger to this, “Forget it, a good deed is taken as rudeness.” Atra Blanc comforted her: “Doing good deeds and making good connections is about timing. You’ve done your best, so don’t worry too much about what others think.”

Purple Summers couldn’t help but smile, “Mom, don’t you think I’m causing trouble? They all think I’m young and ignorant of the world.”

Atra Blanc shook her head and sincerely replied: “My Purple has a kind heart and sees someone in trouble; you just happen to have an idea and are willing to selflessly share it with others, even if they don’t trust you, having that intention is enough.”

Purple Summers’s heart felt warm. Actually, she had already told Atra Blanc that she wanted to curry favor with the Jameson Family, but Atra still insisted on thinking the best of her.

In the past, her work required fairness, so she didn’t like people who were unreasonably biased. But now that she experienced it herself, she found it to be warm and heartening.

Purple Summers laughed and said, “Mom, you’re my mom and you think everything I do is good.”

“My Purple is, of course, the best.” Atra Blanc gently patted Purple Summers’s hand, comforting her, “In this world, many people and many things have consequences. You want to help but can’t. Maybe it’s because of the lack of consequences. It’s not that you’re not good enough, it’s that those people don’t have the fortune to receive your kindness, so you don’t have to worry.”

Purple Summers was moved and hugged Atra Blanc’s arm, cooing, “Mom, you’re so nice; you love me most.”

“You’re my daughter; of course, I love you the most.” Atra Blanc also smiled.

Upon hearing this, in addition to being moved, Purple Summers felt a tinge of sadness in her heart.

Unfortunately, this love was not real…Atra Blanc loved a girl who had given up her life early rather than her.

In this world, who would truly love her?

The piano room of the Summers family was filled with lingering piano music.

Laura Summers, ashamed of the slap mark on her face and the unhealed wound on her lips, declined all invitations from her classmates and friends. Every day, she was quiet, doing her homework and practicing piano obediently. After finishing a piece, she glimpsed Yolanda Summers in the piano room and was instantly startled.

“Sis! When did you come in?!” Laura Summers patted her chest and gasped.

Yolanda Summers ignored her and stood quietly by the floor-to-ceiling windows with a cup of water, watching the scenery outside, as if she was pondering something.

Laura Summers thought it was strange and called out to her again: “Sister?”

Yolanda Summers finally looked back.

She held the cup, elegantly took a sip, and asked, “Laura, last time Purple Summers made you get hit, do you want to get back at her?”

Upon hearing this, Laura Summers’s eyes lit up, but the light quickly faded.

“Dad warned me…” Laura Summers bit her lip in frustration and anger, “He won’t let me cause trouble for Purple Summers again.”

Dylan Summers warned Laura not to start trouble, not to protect Purple Summers but because he was too disappointed in her. The 300 thousand was like a knife to his heart, and he did not want to pay for Laura’s mistakes again. Yolanda Summers curled her lips with a hint of a cold smile, “Dad won’t blame you, because this time, Purple Summers herself walked into trouble.. All we need is a little push, and she will bleed!”