Purple Summers’s expression stiffened slightly.


    She hadn’t expected…


    When she first heard the name Emilia O’Connor, she felt somewhat unfamiliar with it. It was only after Nathaniel Summers reminded her that she recalled Emilia O’Connor was Purple Summers’s once psychiatrist.


    She had seen the medical diagnosis certificates, and every page bore Emilia O’Connor’s signature.


    …But the problem was, just from that mboyant signature, she couldn’t tell Emilia O’Connor was a woman!


    Including that obviously masculine name, it was hard for anyone to associate it with a woman!


    Did Nathaniel Summers mention those things today offhandedly, or was it intentional?… Was he testing her?!


    Purple Summers felt a bit of turmoil inside and went upstairs to her room, suppressing her emotions.


    Being suspected was indeed not good news, and it greatly affected her recent good mood.


    Purple Summers sat alone on the edge of the bed, silently contemting.


    She was thinking of countermeasures, and also what Nathaniel Summers might do next.<div>


    After thinking for a long time, she reached a bizarre conclusion: Nathaniel Summers can’t do anything to her.


    He surely couldn’t bring a taoist priest to the house, ssh dog blood on her head, and paste talismans, could he?


    Not to mention the terrifying Alexander Summers would never agree, even the meek Atra nc would definitely protect her with her life at stake.


    Moreover, people’s talk could be dreadful. If the exorcism became known, the Summers Family would certainly be theughingstock of high society, the low-grade gossip after meals.


    So, would he try to drive her out of the Summers Family?


    That didn’t matter… after all, the person she was dealing with now was Jade Carlson, and Jade’s ties with the Summers Family were getting less and less. Moving away from here actually wouldn’t affect her much.


    After much deliberation and hypothesizing various possibilities, Purple Summers’s heart gradually calmed down.


    She truly didn’t need to fear Nathaniel Summers.


    Purple Summers smirked to herself, feeling rxed again.


    However, should she tell Alexander Summers about this? Thinking of that man, her feelings becameplex again.


    Purple Summers could almost imagine his reaction, Alexander Summers would surely say, “Then kill him, and be done with it.”


    So simple and crude.


    In the past, the thought of hiswless arrogance filled her with both fear and loathing, but now… perhaps because her mindset had changed, she found it amusing and almost wanted tough.


    What an annoying fellow.


    Purple Summers curled her legs up, tilting her head as she wondered where he might be now, feeling an odd emotion inside, like a swallowtail skimming the surface of ake, causing ripples that spread out in circles…


    This was probably what longing felt like.


    There was a bit of sweetness in her heart, and a touch of sentimentality. She was amazed by how unpredictable life was; she hadn’t expected that in the end, she would fall into his hands.


    Although she was moved by him, his temper was really annoying. If only he could change a bit… Not be so overbearing, not be so perverse, and preferably, less of that sort of thing… How could a family head always act like a rogue?<div>


    But then… if he really changed, would he still be Alexander Summers?


    She was like a young girl with her first crush, her thoughts flitting about wildly, imagining Alexander Summers’s bad side, his good side, and also wondering why he kept it hidden, mentioning not a word.


    It didn’t make sense to her.


    But… it was better kept secret. Otherwise, she would feel embarrassed. The original sibling rtionship was embarrassing enough, and now with the addition of an aunt-nephewyer, it was really confusing.<div>


    Was Alexander Summers considering this, which is why he didn’t disclose the truth?


    She sat on the bed, lost in thought, when suddenly the door was opened by Alexander Summers.


    In his hands, he held a bouquet of white roses, each bloom unting its luxurious beauty—pure and elegant, with snow-white petalsyered upon one another, adorned with glistening droplets of water, exuding a rich fragrance.