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Chapter 119 - 119: Bird Mother (Additional updates for over a thousand recommendation votes)
Chapter 119 - 119: Bird Mother (Additional updates for over a thousand recommendation votes)
Chapter 119: Chapter 119: Bird Mother (Additional updates for over a thousand recommendation votes)
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That night, it rained, drizzling until the morning.
Purple Summers woke up early and the first thing she did was to check if her bird was dead.
Fortunately, the little fellow was unharmed. Compared to its wilted appearance the day before, it was now perky and alert, staring at her with a pair of shiny black eyes.
Purple opened the curtain and saw the wet windowsill outside, realizing it had rained.
“Lucky I brought you in yesterday; if I had waited another day, you would have been out in the rain all night.”
She thought the little bird had good fortune, and they seemed to have a connection.
However, the odd thing was that the chick didn’t seem to make any noise. She had read a lot about raising birds online the day before and thought that chicks would be endlessly chirping, but her bird was completely silent, as if mute.
Should she take it to the veterinary clinic? She wasn’t even sure if the vets there would treat a crow…
Purple fed the bird as she pondered.
After feeding it some steamed millet with egg yolk, she turned on her computer as usual to check her old work files.
The little crow watched her.
Purple found it amusing and intentionally moved to another spot with her tablet in hand. The little crow followed her gaze—
When Purple moved left, it looked left.
When Purple moved right, it looked right.
Its eyes remained locked on her.
“Have you already recognized me?” Purple smiled slightly, feeling cheerful, “You’re such a clever little fellow.”
She then thought about how Alexander Summers wanted to feed this intelligent little bird to his python.
How cruel.
“You need to be careful of that pervert in the future.” Purple gently tapped the crow’s bald head, warning it whether it understood or not.
After playing with the bird for a while, she continued to review her documents and estimated it was time to feed the bird again.
As she ate breakfast, Purple received a call from Aria Jackson.
“It’s all set. The Jameson Family will be at the law firm at ten in the morning. Is that a convenient time for you?”
Purple checked the time, “If there’s no traffic, it should be fine. If I’m late, have Marcel chat with them first.”
Prominence Law Firm was owned by Aria’s cousin Marcel Jefferson, and everyone called him Marcel.
“Alright, see you then.” Aria quickly hung up.
Purple was preoccupied with Henry Jameson’s case, so she hurriedly returned to her room to change clothes after finishing only a few mouthfuls of her porridge.
She specifically chose a grey-striped shirt to make herself look less naive. However, her face was so delicate and lovely that, no matter how she dressed, she always seemed pure and charming, born with a natural beauty.
She wasn’t sure if it was an illusion, but when she looked at herself in the mirror, Purple thought her features faintly resembled her former self.
People say that appearance reflects the heart. Could it be that a change in soul would also cause a change in appearance?
The question was too profound for Purple to understand, and she was too lazy to think about it anymore.
She changed her clothes, grabbed her bag, and took the bird downstairs in the lunchbox, placing it beside a hanging pot of devil’s ivy in the living room.
“Mom, I’m going out for a bit. Remember to feed my bird. Feed it every hour, and make sure the steamed millet with egg yolk is warm. It can’t eat cold food.” Purple instructed Atra Blanc.
Atra listened carefully and asked, “Does it need water too?”
Purple thought for a moment, “Hmm, a few drops should be enough.”
With everything settled, Purple was ready to leave.
She changed her shoes at the entrance and opened the door, but as soon as she took a step outside, a shrill scream suddenly came from behind!
“Ah!—Ah!—”
Purple was startled and quickly ran back to see what was happening.
The little crow in the lunchbox strained its neck and opened its mouth incredibly wide! Its cry was extremely mournful!
Seeing Purple, it stopped crying all at once, huddled motionless in the lunchbox, its black eyes staring at her.
Atra, who had been scared, patted her chest and said, “Such a little thing, but with a big voice… Purple, it must have taken you for its mother and can’t be away from you..”