Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

Chapter 334: Chapter 334: What Exactly is Going On

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Purple Summers hugged Cleo on the couch and laughed, enjoying watching Alexander Summers get scolded.

Suddenly, Atra Blanc pointed at Purple: “Look at your sister, her face has lost weight.”

Purple immediately stopped laughing, putting on a weak and aggrieved expression, and a hint of cunning flashed through her eyes.

Actually, the statement was quite exaggerated; one can’t really lose so much weight from being ill for just one night. However, it was good to have Alexander scolded more.

Purple was delighted inside her heart.

Alexander looked at her, the corner of his mouth forming a strange curve, as if smiling but not really.

Purple deliberately pretended not to see it.

When they went upstairs to their rooms, Alexander pulled Purple aside, saying, “Mom was wrong just now, she said that you can’t stand me making trouble.”

Alexander laughed wickedly and touched her face, “I haven’t even caused any trouble for you.”

This bastard never spoke seriously.

Purple glared at him fiercely, “Pervert!” And then she rushed into her room, slamming the door shut.

After Christmas came a Sunday, and Purple didn’t have to go to school, so she could stay home and rest.

Talk about resting, but it was impossible to actually rest – feeding Tiny, changing Cleo’s water, tidying up her room, and doing homework, she never had any free time.

In the evening, Nathaniel Summers came looking for Alexander Summers, saying he had something to talk about.

He had come over in the morning too, but the brother and sister were still in Northshore City and hadn’t returned.

Atra went to knock on Alexander’s door, but there was no response. When she opened it, the room was empty.

Alexander had actually gone out again at some point!

Atra was quite angry, worried and helpless all at the same time – why was her son never home?

Nathaniel said, “Don’t worry, it’s nothing important. I’ll just call him later and tell him the same thing.”

He had Alexander’s phone number, but it wasn’t easy to get through. They had no choice now since there was no one to be seen, and it was obvious that Atra couldn’t control her son. Nathaniel didn’t want to make Atra uncomfortable.

As Nathaniel was about to leave, he passed by Purple’s room and couldn’t help but stop.

“…is Purple at home?” he asked.

“Yes, she is,” Atra nodded, “she’s in her room doing her homework. She’s much more sensible than Alexander; she never gives us any trouble.”

Nathaniel thought for a moment, then said, “It’s almost the end of the term, let me check her homework.”

As a brother, being concerned about his sister’s homework seemed quite normal, so Atra didn’t think much of it, replying, “Sure, have a look, and help her out a bit as well.”

Purple opened the door to her room and saw Nathaniel; she was very surprised.

“What are you doing here?” her eyes widened slightly.

Atra said, “Your third brother came to see Alexander, and he wanted to check your homework as well.”

Purple was stunned and even more puzzled.

…How odd.

However, she didn’t show anything in front of Atra, but simply stepped aside to let Nathaniel in.

Atra thought that after spending half a day doing homework, Purple must be hungry, so she went to the kitchen to make some easy-to-digest pastries and prepare some hot tea for Nathaniel.

Now, only Purple and Nathaniel were left in the room.

Nathaniel walked over to the desk, wanting to check her homework. But as soon as he stretched out his hand, Purple closed the textbook and homework, clearly not wanting to show him.

—Nathaniel should be familiar with her handwriting; Purple didn’t want him to discover anything suspicious.

“What do you want?” she asked.

At the same time, she packed up her textbooks and homework and put them into her bag nonchalantly.

Nathaniel was taken aback.

He hadn’t come to check her homework originally, but Purple’s cold and distant attitude caught him off guard.

There was so much to say, but it was all difficult to bring up. Even if he forced himself to say something, it would not convey his true meaning and might cause confusion and misunderstandings.

Nathaniel pulled out the chair next to the desk, sitting down slowly, not saying anything for a long while.

Purple frowned and asked him again, “What’s the matter, really?”