Chapter 581: Chapter 581 Mrs. Dous’s Invitation_1


    The people in the living room all stared at Purple Summers in astonishment.


    Norman Dous even doubted that he had heard correctly.


    “…What did you say?” he asked incredulously.


    Purple Summers walked back, smiling, “Mrs. Dous wants to see me.”


    How could that be possible?


    Norman Dous looked at Purple Summers again, had his wife known Purple Summers? Impossible!


    Purple Summers, just an ordinary high school student, had absolutely no connection with his wife!


    Besides, even if they knew each other, so what? He had invited all his wife’s rtives to plead his case, and they had still been turned away, hadn’t they?


    The housekeeper furrowed her brows suspiciously, muttering, “Are you sure you heard correctly?”


    She did not believe Purple Summers’ words, suspecting that Purple Summers had misunderstood Mrs. Dous’s intent.<div>


    Purple Summers ignored her and smiled at Norman Dous, “Judge Dous, then I’ll go ahead.”


    Ignoring the strange expressions on everyone’s faces, Purple Summers turned and walked out. Norman Dous immediately followed, Allen Rivera and Jane McCain exchanged nces and followed as well.


    The housekeeper was full of doubts, the private tutor also found it strange, and the other servants who had heard about this were all intrigued, somehow all of them crowded together to watch the spectacle.


    The door to that house had been closed for almost four months! Countless people had visited, but none could see Mrs. Dous, not even when Mrs. Dous’s own parents came, it did no good.


    Now, Purple Summers imed that Mrs. Dous wanted to see her?


    How could that be possible?


    Purple Summers was indifferent to the curious gazes of the others.


    She calmly walked to the edge of the tulip garden, down the stairs, and then continued forward, directly to the front door of Mrs. Dous’s residence.


    Purple Summers gently knocked on the white oak door.


    “Mrs. Dous,” she called out.


    Then, the door opened! It immediately swung open without a moment’s hesitation!


    Mrs. Dous, wearing a simple and soft house dress, stood behind the door. When she saw Purple Summers, a faint smile actually appeared on her face.


    The housekeeper looked as if she had seen a ghost!


    Mrs. Dous actually opened the door!


    Mrs. Dous who had shut herself away for four months, who had allowed no one near her, who would even shoot to drive away anyone who tried to force their way in—she had just so easily opened the door?


    “Riley…” Norman murmured in shock, staring straight at her.


    Mrs. Dous’s name was Riley Montgomery.


    It had been a long time since Norman had seen her so clearly, even when he desperately wanted to glimpse his child, his wife would only bring the child to the window, her gaze filled with wariness and distrust.


    But now, his wife had opened the door and even smiled.<div>


    Norman immediately knew that this female student brought by Allen Rivera was no ordinary girl.


    Norman Dous looked at Purple Summers once more.


    Due to the shock, his scrutiny was cautious.


    Purple Summers was very beautiful, with pale, delicate skin and bright, clear eyes. Dressed in her school uniform, she had a very fresh and pure beauty, and upon closer inspection, there was a touch of stunning beauty, but no matter how one looked, nothing out of the ordinary could be seen.<div>


    …That’s not quite right, if there was anything unusual, it was that Purple Summers’s features bore a striking resemnce to those of a friend in his memory.


    If that friend had a daughter, perhaps she would look exactly like this?


    Norman thought to himself: I must ask him when I get the chance.


    While he was thinking this, Purple Summers had already entered the house, and Mrs. Dous closed the door again, cutting off the crowd’s line of sight—


    Purple Summers had just gone in…


    Norman once wanted to go in, Mrs. Dous had angrily fired shots in a rage, but now, she had invited Purple Summers into the house.


    The people outside looked at each other, at a loss.


    No one understood why Mrs. Dous treated Purple Summers differently.


    They gathered at the edge of the tulip garden, neither daring to approach nor willing to leave, only silently waiting, waiting for Purple Summers toe out so they could ask her, what kind of magic she had used to make Mrs. Dous, who had been closed off for four months, open her doors.