BXBX NOVEL Chapter 285: Cried
Purple Summers cried.
Her tears streamed soundlessly.
The doctor and Zara Jameson were both startled, asking her if the pain was unbearable. Purple tried to speak, but her voice was hoarse.
She couldn’t get the words out.
Heartbreak and despair came surging more violently than she had imagined.
The pain bubbling up inside her made her relive her own death, a familiar feeling of suffocation… pain-filled suffocation.
Could there be anyone more foolish than her in this world?
She always knew that a sibling relationship couldn’t be crossed.
She always knew that Alexander Summers was cold and uncaring.
She always knew that the head of the Howard Family was unattainable…
She knew it all and had been constantly warning herself to remain clear-headed, but when Ryan Wesley said he had a fiancee, she unconsciously thought it was herself…
What an embarrassing misunderstanding…
The joy she felt back then has turned into embarrassment and pain now.
She had been alone and miserable since childhood, her father passed away early, her mother disappeared after remarrying, and the only person who loved her in this world was her grandmother, but even she left in the end…
No one in this world loved her unconditionally and without asking for anything in return.
Her fall with Nathaniel Summers came with a heavy price.
Then she met Alexander, and while she resisted, deep down, she began to hope…
What was she hoping for?
Expecting that scoundrel to give her a home, to put an end to the wandering of her heart?
How foolish she was!
Purple cried in the infirmary, her eyes red.
Zara sensed that something was off but couldn’t figure out the reason. All she could do was tightly hold Purple’s hand, anxiously accompany her, and hope to provide some help.
After stopping her tears, Purple softly said “thank you” to Zara.
“Purple, we’re friends. You can tell me any difficulties you have. Even if I can’t solve them, there are still my brother, my dad, and my mom. Our whole family will help you!” Zara, being sensitive, thought that Purple must have had some unspeakable secret.
Purple felt warmth in her heart, “I’m fine, Zara. If I do encounter a problem that I can’t solve, I’ll definitely tell you. But for now… I want to handle it myself.”
Zara examined her thoroughly, and seeing that she stopped crying and regained her calm, finally felt relieved.
The two returned to the classroom. On Purple’s white forehead, there was now a small piece of gauze, not serious but very noticeable.
“Are you okay?” Jane McCain came over and asked, worried.
“Yeah, it’s nothing.” Purple forced a faint smile.
Jane turned her head and shouted to the other side, “Faris Hanson! Look what you’ve done! Our Purple’s brain is going to be the top in our grade, if you’ve ruined it, how are you going to compensate?!”
The boy bounded over, hands in a bow, apologizing, and bending at the waist, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! It slipped, I really didn’t mean it! Let me treat you to dinner, okay?”
“No need, it’s just a small cut…” Purple gently shook her head.
Perhaps the blow had been a bit hard because she felt dizzy as soon as she shook her head. She instantly touched her forehead and fell silent.
Zara and Jane were both startled!
“Are you okay? You should tell the teacher and not go to class this afternoon! Let’s go to the hospital and have a look!” Jane suggested.
The boy also became extra nervous, worried that he had truly damaged the top student’s brain.
“I’m fine, really…” Purple took a moment to recover before reopening her eyes, “I just need to rest for a bit, stop making a fuss.”
The boy, called Faris Hanson, felt terribly guilty, bowed to Purple, and sincerely said, “I’m so sorry! How about this, let me treat you all to dinner, you can pick the place!”