Atra Blanc frowned slightly, kindly advised, "Purple Summers is young, she's just not thinking straight for the moment, don't talk about her like that."
"Because you always indulge her, that's why she grew up this stupid." Even if it was his own mother, Alexander Summers didn't hold back his retort.
Suzanne Saunders' face flushed red.
He actually called her stupid!
When she was alive, she was Clearwater City's best female prosecutor, known as the goddess of beauty and wisdom! She was even affectionately referred to as Astraea by netizens!
Do you know who Astraea is? —— The Greek goddess of justice in the human world!
Suzanne Saunders grew up in praise and no one had ever called her stupid!
…No, maybe she was really quite stupid.
So stupid that she was killed and didn't even know who the killer was.
Suzanne Saunders bit her lip in silence, with grievance and resentment in her watery eyes.
Her endurance made Alexander Summers look at her differently, as Purple would usually throw a hysterical fit.
But Alexander didn't hold his tongue, he casually said with disdain: "You should look in the mirror, trying to win a man back by committing suicide is not as effective as plastic surgery."
"Alexander!" Atra Blanc was genuinely angry, "How could you talk to your sister like that?!"
"Did I say anything wrong?" Alexander Summers sneered, "Oh, not only should you fix that face, but you should also try to fix your brain. Committing suicide for a man, now that's really ambitious."
At the end of those words, a flicker of pain crossed his eyes.
But it vanished in an instant, so fast it seemed like an illusion.
Suzanne stared at Alexander in disbelief, shocked by his cruel words!
Was he a brother? Or an enemy?!
Atra Blanc seemed to have no solution for her son, and with a headache, she said, "Even if Purple is wrong, as an older brother, you can slowly teach her. Can you not say such hurtful things? She's only young; she'll understand it's wrong when she grows up…"
Alexander pulled at the corner of his mouth, ignoring Atra Blanc's unreasonable words. "Since she's fine, I'm leaving."
Atra Blanc asked, "Your sister is sick, where are you going?"
Alexander paused, the cold and handsome face showing a trace of warmth, "Oh, my girlfriend is sick too, she's also in this hospital, I need to see her."
Atra Blanc was taken aback; she knew how notorious her son was, always surrounded by women, never stopping to choose a flower.
It was the first time she had heard Alexander admit to having a girlfriend.
Thinking about her son's age, he should probably settle down, Atra Blanc softly said, "You should take good care of her, and when she's recovered, bring her home for dinner."
Alexander's eyebrows furrowed, and his expression became cold again.
"We'll see," he answered and left the hospital room.
Atra Blanc sighed and turned to pacify her daughter, "When your brother first started dating, he was naturally a bit nervous. During the time you were unconscious, he was really worried about you…"
Suzanne's mouth twitched, feeling a row of dark lines should fall on top of her head.
First girlfriend? Mom, please, your son's women are like celebrities' outfits—never repeated, with great variety in style!
Atra Blanc probably knew her words wouldn't be persuasive, so she said awkwardly, "…Purple, don't be angry, I'll make sure your brother apologizes when I get home."
Suzanne didn't know whether to call this stepmother naïve or just naïve.
If she wasn't choked to death by Alexander, she should thank heavens.
"Mom, bring me a mirror." She touched her face, more concerned about her appearance than the sudden arrival of her mother and brother.