Purple Summers had originally felt a twinge of sympathy for Nathaniel Summers, but now it was entirely gone.
She only found him mean.
When he liked her, he could pluck stars and moons for her; when he loathed her, he couldn't even tolerate her bird.
"Are they still in the garden?" Purple asked.
Yolanda Summers nodded, leading her towards the garden with a resigned tone. "They're too smart. They stole bread from the kitchen and used it to feed the koi in the ornamental pond. As soon as the fish surfaced, they snatched them up. Ah, each of those fish cost several hundred dollars..."
Purple listened with an embarrassed face, "Calculate how much it is later; I'll compensate you."
"No need, just a few fish," Yolanda quickly gestured.
Purple owed Yolanda a favor, and now with a different status as the president's daughter, Yolanda had every reason to seek Purple's favor both emotionally and logically.
