Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

Laura Summers’ words were falling on deaf ears for Zara Jameson.

All she could think about was the phrase ‘dropped out of middle school.’

How could someone who hadn’t even finished middle school be helping her brother investigate a case?

Zara was in turmoil, she felt that she might have really made a huge mistake.

“Zara,” Laura Summers called her by her first name, trying to establish a closer relationship, “Purple Summers did this to curry favour with your family. She dropped out of middle school and her academic performance was disastrous. She probably hoped that your brother and mother would show her some leniency during exams. She is both vicious and sly, using your brother’s future reputation as a wager. Don’t be fooled.”

Zara felt turmoil in her heart, “Laura, I… I have to go, we’ll talk next time.”

She hung up the phone, completely at a loss as to what to do.

She recommended the law firm, even though her parents didn’t originally agree, she had advocated for it strongly. And yet now things had turned out this way.

She had been too rash!

If anything happened to her brother, she would never forgive herself!

Zara Jameson collapsed onto her bed, weeping.

That evening, Mr. Jameson returned home, holding the same opinion as Henry Jameson, deciding to go all-out and trust Purple Summers again, even going so far as to praise Purple Summers for being very strong-willed despite her young age.

Mrs. Jameson also threw in a few agreeable words.

Zara sat, head down in silence, her face pale.

Two days later, Chloe Bennett reported to the police station claiming that she had been sexually assaulted and presented long-prepared evidence.

Henry Jameson was put under criminal detention by the police that day.

Despite Marcel Jefferson applying for bail afterwards, the incident detonated like a bomb in the previously peaceful Clearwater City, causing a huge uproar!

The reputation of the Jameson Family was tarnished overnight. There were voices questioning the veracity of the case, but they were quickly drowned out in the tide of public outrage.

They were supposed to be role models, nurturing talents, yet they had committed such a heinous offence. It was a monstrous crime!

Jade Carlson telephoned proactively, her tone full of exasperated disappointment: “I’ve mentioned before, you would infuriate Chloe Bennett! We could have resolved this quietly, yet you listened to a dimwitted child! You’re ruining your own future! From now on, even declaring bankruptcy might not satisfy her!”

Henry listened in silence, his expression sombre.

After he hung up the phone, Zara wanted to say something but was hesitating, “Brother…”

“Don’t worry, the law firm is already investigating.” Henry moved to reassure her, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze, “Purple Summers said there’s no need to wait for the court hearing, within at most three days, I’ll be cleared of the charges.”

Despite the calming words, the Jamesons couldn’t relax.

These three days, every single day was torment.

Purple Summers and Aria Jackson were viewing the surveillance footage at the Prominence Law Firm.

Henry Jameson had a duplex apartment, two blocks from Grey’s School, a hotel-style management with a good property management, and the surveillance footage was very clear.

In the surveillance footage, Henry emerged from the corridor to throw rubbish, not long after, a woman wearing a broad-brimmed hat appeared on the screen, bending over to rummage through the garbage can.

Aria frowned, visibly upset, “Is this how she got Henry’s sperm? Isn’t she disgusted?”

Even Marcel Jefferson was astounded, “Totally speechless, people in the city sure know how to play… But can we confirm this is Chloe Bennett? We can’t see her face with the hat on, this can’t be used as evidence.”

Purple Summers didn’t respond but rewound the video and watched it twice more.

Suddenly, she asked, “Marcel, do you masturbate?”

Caught off guard, Marcel stuttered, “What? …I…I…”

“Answer the question!” interrupted Aria Jackson impatiently.

Marcel went red, stammering, “…Oc..cas..ionally.”

“Do you use this when masturbating?” Purple Summers pointed to something in the video, her tone steady.

Marcel shook his head.

Aria looked at her sceptical, “What’s wrong? Is something off?”

“Henry Jameson is lying,” Purple Summers was watching the video where the woman gathered something with her gloves, calmly said, “He deceived us..”