Purple Summers's gaze lingered heavily on the courier box, and after a long while, she averted her eyes and returned to the dining table.
Atra Blanc brought her a clean pair of chopsticks from the kitchen.
Purple ate her meal with her head down, the churning emotions of a moment ago gradually cooling and calming.
Alexander Summers was still alive, there was no doubt about that.
But why did he choose to send a parcel to soothe Atra instead of making a phone call, which would have been more effective?
Why didn't he call?
Knowing she was worried, even a message to say he was safe would have been fine. He cherished her so much, if he were still alive, how could he not make even one phone call?... There was only one reason: Alexander Summers was now in no position to make a phone call.
He might even be... unable to speak.
This thought caused Purple's heart to wrench severely.
