Chapter 981: Chapter 981 Misunderstanding_1 Chapter 981: Chapter 981 Misunderstanding_1 Jane McCain was right; the Black Rose murder case had been dormant for three years, and now, with sudden new developnts, the entire police departnt beca busy. There were interrogations, investigations, and dealing with the press. Many things awaited Allen Rivera and Aria Jackson to handle, so there was simply no ti to comfort her feelings.
Fortunately, after receiving a call, Jane McCain’s mother quickly arrived at the police station to take her daughter back ho.
As for the marriage house, Jane McCain would absolutely not agree to live there again!
Far away in Kingsley, Purple Sumrs was anxiously waiting for any news from Jane McCain.
After lunch, Christopher Simonson called Alexander Sumrs into his study to talk, while Caitlin Carter took Purple to the garden. She ntioned that the yard of their new ho was too empty and that growing so flowers could make it lively. If Purple liked any, she could ask the gardener to transplant them directly.
Purple knew that Caitlin was finding sothing for her to do to occupy her mind. Otherwise, sitting bored in the house, from ti to ti, she could hear the old madam’s room echoing with curse-filled tirades, as if scolding a pagoda tree.
The old madam must have been doing it on purpose, leaving the door open and yelling curses without any sense of propriety.
This behavior was sothing Caitlin also found incomprehensible.
When she first married into the Simonson Family, the old madam was just a bit sharp-tongued, essentially a dignified lady. Over the years, however, she sohow beca more irritable and eccentric.
Purple could sowhat guess why.
So people with a strong desire for control, as they grow old and realize they’re losing grip on their surroundings, beco hysterical. To win back control or feel their presence, they often act in incomprehensible, even pathological, or extre ways.
Of course, this was just Purple’s guess. What exactly caused the old madam to beco like this was anyone’s guess.
Purple didn’t care much.
The old lady already had high blood pressure and still insisted on losing her temper. Purple didn’t understand what the old lady was really thinking.
She and Caitlin strolled around the garden, and not one of those vibrant flowers caught her fancy. In the end, she had the gardener dig up about a dozen bamboo plants.
She didn’t know if they would survive, but she would try growing them first.
When Alexander ca out of the study, he saw a large truck outside, with the gardeners moving bamboo into it.
The bamboo was slender and not too heavy, just very long, so it wouldn’t fit in a normal car.
“Why didn’t you pick so flowers?” Alexander asked Purple.
Purple shook her head, “When they don’t bloom, you worry about when they will, and when they do bloom, you worry about when they’ll fade. It causes unnecessary concern—too much trouble. Bamboos are nice; they look the sa all year round, no need to fuss over them.”
Alexander poked her forehead, “Lazy.”
Purple giggled and asked him, “What did my president dad talk to you about? You talked for such a long ti.”
“Planning, the future, developnt, we discussed a lot,” replied Alexander.
“Lies, platitudes, and exaggerations!” Purple also poked his forehead.
The gardeners were moving bamboo by their side, and the two of them played around at the doorway.
Christopher Simonson, watching from a distance, couldn’t help sighing heavily, his face clouded with sadness.
Caitlin, on the other hand, had a face full of contented joy, saying, “Look, how good these two are together. They’re truly a perfect match.”
“A perfect match?” Christopher Simonson frowned. “He runs a casino, is involved in a bunch of illegal activities, and he’s Purple’s brother. It’s just…sigh!”
It was a huge misunderstanding.
All because they assud Alexander’s surna was Sumrs and got his identity all wrong! The wedding ended before they figured out the groom’s true identity!
“Maybe it’s a misunderstanding after all, since there’s no evidence he’s committed any cris,” said the optimistic Caitlin, smiling, “Besides, he’s not her real brother. They grew up together, knowing each other inside and out, their bond is deeper… Ah, now that I think about it, it’s no wonder he looked familiar to back then; I had seen him at the Sumrs Family’s place before…”
Christopher Simonson looked at his wife, speechless with exasperation.
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