Purple Summers remained silent.
In her heart, she told herself that since she had already made a choice, she could not waver. She could try to make amends to the other person, to alleviate the guilt in her heart, but she could not invest her emotions, not even a tiny bit.
Doing so would only cause all three of them pain.
...Thinking this way, she really was both selfish and despicable.
But she couldn't think of any other way, no noble and fair solution to the problem. It seemed like no matter what she did, it was wrong.
Alexander Summers started the car, ready to leave, but the car beside his moved faster, taking the lead.
As the opposite car passed in front of theirs, Purple unexpectedly saw a familiar face—it was Mrs. Fowler.
Purple wasn't sure; she had only seen Mrs. Fowler once, and the lady sat in her car, separated by a windowpane, and was wearing sunglasses, making Purple's view unclear.
She wondered if she had mistaken the person?