Chapter 1099: Chapter 1099: Doesn’t Seem Like a Coincidence_1

Apart from Norton Young’s leave of absence, people also talked about the lawsuit Purple Summers was involved in.

Purple just acted as if she didn’t know.

After class, on her way home, she casually flipped through today’s news and, as expected, saw a piece related to the lawsuit.

Although it wasn’t the headline, the article was quite lengthy. After all, Purple now was tantamount to a star; any matters related to her were magnified and impactful.

The news included lauding media remarks about her and also journalists focused on the defendant and the victim, particularly Norton Young’s self-statement in court, which resonated with a segment of the population.

— Because he faced discrimination due to his appearance, no girls liked him, nor did he have friends to socialize with. Even if his personality was lively, reality had forced him to become introverted and quiet, living in this world as cautiously as a snail.

Netizens flooded the comments with their own stories of being wrongly identified as sexual predators on a bus or mistaken for thieves, and other similar unjust experiences.

Many people cheered for Norton Young, hoping he would be able to bounce back from this incident.

On the other hand, Bridget Stone’s situation was also gradually improving.

Initially, many people online cursed her, but later the tide turned. They thought Bridget Stone was very brave for requesting a public hearing for the rape case and called on women to boldly speak out against sexual violence, to refuse silence, and so on and so forth…

Purple looked at these scattered pieces of news and thought to herself that this was probably what Alexander Summers meant by operation, or marketing perhaps.

As the situation developed to this point, Purple understood that Norton Young had achieved his goal.

His live streaming audience continued to grow, his short videos started getting hits, and some female fans affectionately called him Otaku Brother…

Whether or not he made money, Purple wasn’t sure, but his popularity was undeniable.

Perhaps, just as he said, approaching thirty without taking a gamble would truly leave him without hope.

But the method of gambling was repellent to Purple.

Now that the matter had concluded, she felt that she should let it go and stop thinking about it…

As days entered May, Purple began to experience some pregnancy symptoms, with morning sickness nearly becoming a daily routine.

Fortunately, her symptoms were mild, not like those of other pregnant women who vomit almost incessantly and fade in and out, and her appetite was fairly normal.

Alexander was very proud, saying, “It’s unquestionably my seed, knows how to be considerate of my woman.”

Purple didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

The little one in her belly momentarily drew her attention away; Purple no longer dwelled on the false lawsuit or cared about Norton Young’s final outcome.

She counted the days, focusing on her pregnancy, thinking of sharing the good news with her friends once the baby reached three months.

At this time, she unexpectedly received a call from Allen Rivera.

Over the phone, Allen’s voice was somewhat hesitant as he asked, “Have you… experienced anything unusual recently?”

Purple chuckled, her first thought being: How does Allen know that I’m pregnant?

But on second thought, she realized that couldn’t be right.

Since her pregnancy hadn’t reached three months, she hadn’t even told Jane McCain and Zara Jameson, so Allen couldn’t possibly know…

So, what did he mean by asking that now?

“What happened?” Purple asked suspiciously. “There’s nothing going on over here.”

Allen replied, “Do you remember the black roses you received a while back? … Today, there was a murder in the city. We’ve just found out that the victim received a bunch of black roses about two weeks ago… Purple, you must be careful. I don’t think this is a coincidence.”

Purple held the phone, taking a while to process.

“How did that person… die?” she asked.

“Throat cut,” Allen said. “But it wasn’t in a bathtub, it happened in their own living room. As for whether the killer is an imitator or the Black Rose themselves, the police’s criminal psychology experts are still investigating.”