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What was happening?!

Zack Wallace was equally shocked to see Purple Summers!

He internally cursed: She could have come at any other time, so why did she have to show up right now?!

There was no time for explanations now. Zack and another man supported Alexander Summers and quickly walked into the elevator, followed by several doctors in white lab coats, each carrying various medical instruments.

Purple followed them in a daze, her mind buzzing with noise, unable to think.

She stared blankly at Alexander’s pale profile, her chest tightening in waves.

It was so tight it hurt.

Alexander’s consciousness wasn’t completely lost; he occasionally opened his eyes, and seeming to notice Purple, he murmured her name: “Purple.”

When Purple heard his hoarse, powerless voice, her eyes suddenly reddened, and she nearly cried.

How could this have happened… everything was fine, so how could it have suddenly come to this?!

The top floor had a private rest room reserved for Alexander Summers. He often faced dangers, and the room was equipped with basic medication for emergencies. Together with the supplies the doctors brought, an emergency surgical procedure could be performed.

While Alexander was in surgery, Purple waited outside.

She sat there numbly, unconsciously clutching the chocolate in her hand, feeling cold all over.

It was as if her heart chambers had windows broken in the winter, allowing cold air to flow in gusts and chill her to the core…

Zack, looking at her, couldn’t stand it and whispered comforting words: “Don’t worry. It’s just a minor injury. Master Xander has survived much worse than this…”

Before he could finish, he suddenly felt he was being awkward and corrected himself in an embarrassed manner, “The bullet didn’t hit any vital organs. As long as it’s removed, Master Xander will be alright.”

Purple’s expression was a bit vacant as she kept seeing flashes of Alexander drenched in blood. On his white shirt, patches of red and black were soaking and streaming in a shocking manner…

She lowered her gaze and could see drops of dark red on the gray carpet.

Purple wanted to ask something, but her voice came out wooden and raspy, “…Why was he injured?”

Zack’s face showed difficulty.

Purple’s gaze fell on the hem of Zack’s clothing where there was a charred hole.

“Are you injured too?” she asked.

Zack hurriedly said: “No, no.”

He pulled a deformed coin from his shirt pocket, feeling quite emotional: “I was lucky. The bullet was deflected by the coin, or it would have pierced through my intestines.”

Purple was silent for a while, then asked: “Where did you accompany Alexander to today?”

“We went to the airport…” Zack began, but for some reason, he stopped mid-sentence, stammering.

Purple quietly watched him, her eyes cool, seemingly devoid of emotion.

“…to pick someone up from the airport.” Zack couldn’t bring himself to meet Purple’s eyes and awkwardly completed the sentence.

“Lily Howard has returned, hasn’t she?” Purple spoke calmly, “You encountered an assassination attempt. He was injured because he was saving Lily Howard, correct?”

Zack felt a cold sweat down his back and thought to himself: Trouble!

Ms. Summers was too sharp, she guessed it all! What to do now? This situation is even worse than the ambush at the airport! More troublesome!

“Ms. Summers, please don’t misunderstand…” Zack wanted to explain, but as the words reached his lips, he felt he couldn’t explain!

What was there to misunderstand? There was no misunderstanding; Alexander truly took a bullet for Lily Howard! That was the fact!

Purple didn’t ask further.

She sat on the soft sofa, silent and motionless.

After an indeterminable amount of time, the door to the inner room opened, and a doctor stood by the door, removed his mask, and said, “Master Xander is asking for Ms. Summers to come in.”

Purple looked over, stunned. She tried to get up but realized her legs were weak, and she couldn’t stand…