Henry Jameson stood still, not speaking for a moment.
He wasn't sure if he should entrust his future to a sixteen-year-old girl...
However, the worst-case scenario... had already happened.
Marcel looked left and right, trying to lighten the mood with a smile, "Since you're here, why not stay and talk? It's not like we're short on time, right?"
Mrs. Jameson examined Purple Summers, then glanced at Marcel Jefferson with a solemn expression, "We may have time, but we don't want to be fooled. This is... Ms. Summers?"
"Yes, I am Purple Summers." She smiled faintly, "Mrs. Jameson, although I may be young and inexperienced, if I weren't confident in winning the lawsuit, I wouldn't have easily made a promise to the Jameson family. After all, I still want to attend Grey High School, so there's no reason to offend the Jameson family at this crucial moment."
Mrs. Jameson was slightly moved by those words.
