Chapter 578: Button_1


    Purple Summers and Jane McCain returned to the front, where the private tutor and the Dous family young master were in the living room.


    “Bastian just hit three times, he’s bing more and more impressive. Not many kids know how to y baseball these days,” the female private tutor said to Norman Dous with a smile. “After he rests a bit and eats some cake and fruit, he can start his English lesson.”


    The young master was called Sebastian Dous, and the servants of the Dous family all addressed him as “Young Master Bastian”, but the private tutor alone called him “Bastian”.


    However, addresses like young master and young miss inherently carry a sense of ss, a bad habit. Judge Dous didn’t seem to have any reaction to this slight change in address.


    Jane McCain gestured to Purple Summers, whispering urgently, “Look at that woman… she’s shameless.”


    Jane had an opinion about the private tutor and now everything about her seemed unpleasant, emanating a sense of pettiness and malice.


    Purple Summers quietly observed and understood why Jane would say that.


    It was because the female private tutor’s top button hade undone.


    When they were talking on thewn earlier, the private tutor’s clothing was properly buttoned, but now an additional button hade undone, revealing half an expanse of delicate skin and an alluring cleavage.


    As a private tutor, this was truly indecent.<div>


    Norman Dous appeared slightly displeased, his brow furrowed slightly, but he said nothing.


    Allen Rivera, on the other hand, had no hesitation, bluntly stating, “You’ve lost a button.”


    “Eh?” The private tutor was taken aback, looking down to see, and immediately blushed with embarrassment.


    She covered the opened area of her blouse, awkwardly saying, “Excuse me for a moment…”


    Turning, she hurried away, presumably to change her clothes.


    “You see, you got the wrong idea about her,” Purple Summers quietly said to Jane McCain, “It wasn’t on purpose, her button came off.”


    “How could it be so coincidental?” Jane still scorned, “Didn’t you see the way she was looking at Mr. Dous? Her eyes were practically swimming with spring water… Hmph, that woman is not simple.”


    Purple Summers couldn’t help stifling augh.


    Judge Dous was in his early forties, handsome and mature, and certainly had the ability to attract admiration.


    Norman Dous and Allen Rivera continued to discuss matters from the Prosecutor’s Office, involving justice and current political affairs, with content that was quite somber.


    Jane McCain beckoned to Sebastian Dous, who was by Norman’s side, coaxing the young master over, and took an orange from the tea table, peeling it for him.


    She also inquired about his age and what grade he was in.


    The young master was beautiful with fair features, thick long eyshes, and bright eyes, resembling a girl. Jane asked him questions, and he obediently answered each one.


    Upon learning the young master was only in the second grade of elementary school and not only yed baseball, but also yed the piano and had already passed the fourth level of English, Jane was extremely surprised; she thought kids at this age could at best say a few words like “hello” and “goodbye”.


    “Auntie, you can test me,” Sebastian said in his delicate voice.


    “What auntie, you should call me sister!” Jane took a small orange, peeled it, and handed it to Sebastian, cooing, “Be good, call me sister.”


    “Thank-you, auntie,” the young master smiled as he enjoyed the orange.


    Janeughed involuntarily, “You little rascal.”


    Purple Summersughed as well, and after herughter subsided, she asked the young master, “Do you miss your mom?”<div>


    Sebastian Dous nodded his head.


    Purple Summers then asked, “If dad and mom divorce, who would you want to live with?”


    Upon hearing this, Sebastian’s little face looked a bit lost.


    Many people are asked this question in their childhood, and it really isn’t a good question; it makes children feel sad.<div>


    Sebastian was upset, his eyes looking lost and helpless, “Will mom… leave me and dad?”


    “Purple…,” Jane McCain couldn’t bear it, she pulled Sebastian close and stroked his head.


    Purple Summers smiled and said no more.


    After a while, the private tutor came back in new clothes and took the young master away.


    Sebastian seemed quite fond of Jane McCain, reluctant to leave, looking back several times.


    Jane waved at him with a smile.


    “I didn’t see thating, so you actually like kids,” Purple Summers teased her.


    Jane chuckled, “I dislike bratty kids, but Young Master Dous is an exception; he’s really cute.”