Chapter 819: Chapter 819 Easy to Get Along With_1
After Purple Sumrs had left, the old lady couldn’t contain her anger and slamd the table forcefully, “This is outrageous! My old face might as well be trampled under her feet! Why did we even bring her back?! To infuriate to death?!”
Old Master Simonson was also displeased. Elders generally preferred submissive girls, and Purple Sumrs’s approach earlier was too domineering.
But it was his wife and Violet Nelson’s behavior that made him feel humiliated.
As a senior mber of the family, the old lady had every right to scold Purple Sumrs, but Violet Nelson’s remarks had seed accidental at first glance, yet were filled with veiled attacks. Among those who play political gas, none are fools—how could they fail to understand Violet Nelson’s cunning?
Purple Sumrs didn’t swallow her anger; she exploded like a firecracker, leaving everyone at the table covered in taphorical soot and ash.
“Violet needs to be more careful with her words in the future,” Old Master Simonson said sternly. “It’s one thing at ho, but outside, if she talks about others’ clothes or private matters like that, it’s simply unbecoming.”
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Violet Nelson’s face turned ashen white.
Old Master Simonson’s tone was still relatively mild. If it had been his grandson or another boy, he might have scolded them severely by now, but Violet Nelson was a girl, and the face of a girl was precious. He didn’t want to embarrass Violet in front of all the officials.
Yet the old lady was not appeased, “Are you starting to side with her? Where did Violet go wrong?!” She didn’t have parental affection since childhood, following around since she was as little as three or five years old. I treasured her like she was my own heart—now, just because there’s an additional person in the house, Violet has to lower her head? Should she watch her words based on her mood?!”
Old Master Simonson was instantly infuriated!
The older a person gets, the more they value harmony within the family. They despise bickering in front of outsiders the most, yet the old lady often lost her temper, regardless of the occasion!
“Violet doesn’t have parents’ love; does Purple perhaps have it?!” Old Master Simonson roared in anger. “Isn’t she pitiful?!! A young girl quarrels a bit, so what—why are you interfering?!! A good al has to be turned into an unpleasant experience for the whole family before you are happy!”
In traditional households where the husband is the head, Old Master Simonson’s real anger ant that the old lady, regardless of her own temper, could only remain silent, but it was clear she was not pleased.
To lighten the mood, a secretary at the scene chuckled, “Actually, Old Master is right, children quarrelling is quite normal. Maybe in a few days the sisters will be shopping and having tea together, all chummy. If you intervene, a small matter can turn into a big problem, which wouldn’t be good.”
“Yes, and besides, Miss Purple Sumrs has just been discharged from the hospital. Coming to a new environnt, she may be more sensitive,” an administrative assistant chid in. “The president still needs Miss Purple Sumrs for his illness; we should be more considerate of her emotions…”
The old lady’s drooping eyelids lifted slightly, “Hasn’t the bone marrow already been transplanted?”
Embarrassed, the person said, “Old lady, even with the transplant, there is still a possibility of relapse within two or three years. At that ti, a second transplant will be needed…”
The old lady tugged at the corner of her mouth and fell silent.
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After lunch, Caitlin Carter selected several pastries from the kitchen and personally brought them to Purple Sumrs’s room.
She noted that Purple Sumrs had only had soup for lunch and didn’t eat much of the other food.
When she knocked and entered, Purple Sumrs was on the phone with Atra Blanc. Caitlin heard Purple say, “Mm, no need to worry about , they are quite nice to .”
Caitlin Carter felt a sudden pang in her heart.
“I had the kitchen prepare so pastries—all Southern-style. Try them and see if they’re authentic,” Caitlin placed the tray down gently.
Purple Sumrs, as if to prove what she had just said was true, told the person on the phone, “It’s Aunt Caitlin. She brought pastries, afraid I wouldn’t be used to Northern Cuisine and get hungry.”
Atra Blanc, unsuspecting, responded from the other end, “Oh… so their family is pretty easy to get along with.”
Purple Sumrs laughed, “Indeed.”
Very “easy” to get along with, because there’s no need to get along at all.
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