The music continued to play softly, but no one spoke, and the atmosphere was eerily quiet.
Everyone was dumbfounded, their gazes focused on Purple Summers.
Distant relatives who were not familiar with her whispered, "Who is Purple Summers?"
Once they figured out who she was, they were even more shocked.
Wasn't she just an adopted daughter? She looked so young and naive. Why would Mrs. Jameson personally present her with this gift and such an important one at that?
Atra Blanc asked in surprise, "Purple, why would Mrs. Jameson give you a gift?"
And the gift was the Goddess of Justice statue.
Purple Summers looked up, glanced at the crowd with various expressions, and her eyes were like a tranquil pond, clear and unruffled.
"Perhaps it is to thank me for helping clear Mr. Jameson's name," replied Purple Summers calmly.
Her simple words sent a shockwave through the banquet hall.
Everyone was stunned, and discussions broke out.