I should have left this place long ago.
At first, it was out of consideration for Atra Blanc's sentimental attachment to the Summers Residence, then Dylan Summers passed away, and now Alexander Summers has disappeared without a trace.
Going round in circles, I find myself tethered to this place with bonds difficult to break, unable to part ways, even the cardboard boxes packed by Atra Blanc have been piling up in the living room for who knows how long without moving day being scheduled.
There's still no news from Pearlpoint City, so I can't rashly relocate there, perhaps I should find another place to stay temporarily first.
In the afternoon, Manager Charles returned and Purple Summers discussed with him about buying a house.
Her own needs were secondary, as she was going to Kingsley to study in six months anyway. The main concern was for Atra Blanc; she wanted to provide her with a stable home.
