217 Chapter 217: Living People Cause Trouble

When Alexander Summers returned, Purple Summers was waiting for him on the steps of the colonial-style pavilion. With knees drawn up to her chest, she looked like a homeless spirit, pitiful in every sense.

Her thick black hair was spread out, trailing all the way down to the ground. Her skin was porcelain white, and her large eyes were hollow, absent of any vitality. She had an absentminded expression, not even reacting to Alexander when he approached.

Alexander found her state deeply distressing, so he quickly embraced her.

The chilliness of her skin made him not only distressing but also angry. In a deep voice he scolded, "Why are you sitting outside clothed like this? Do you not care for your life?"

Purple reached up to lightly press a finger to his lips, indicating him to remain silent. Her fingers, too, were icy cold.

Purple led Alexander to the back of the house.