Chapter 1059: Chapter 1059: Get Through It_1 Chapter 1059: Chapter 1059: Get Through It_1 Alexander Summers’s Summers Group, including the Howard Family he had once stayed with, had done many unscrupulous deeds; why had they never been sued?

Because no one dared to provoke people like them.

Take the incident with the Smith couple they were currently facing, for example. They could have easily sent someone to intimidate the Smith family with threats, phone harassment, splashing paint and writing graffiti, kidnapping children, and even arson. Such heinous acts could drive anyone to the brink of breakdown. Who would dare to seek a lawyer for justice then?

Even if they found a lawyer, how could they ensure that the lawyer wasn’t bribed?

Representing justice to annihilate evil is something from cartoons; reality is despairing, and going against the grain only results in shattering oneself without any benefit.

But now, the situation was different.

Alexander Summers decided to become a better man, to cleanse his reputation, to become a good person.

Since he wanted to be a good person, he couldn’t use the old methods anymore; he needed to face the challenge head-on and stand trial in court–
However, judging by the current trend of public opinion, the chances of winning were slim.

Gambling breeds thievery, lechery brings murder. Throughout history and across the world, gambling has never been righteous. Many countries have enacted gambling prohibitions, to varying degrees, and even in Huaya Country, gambling is only legal in certain states and cities.

Alexander Summers lacked moral support from the start. Even if Oscar Smith’s suicide was none of his business, public sentiment, once influenced by media, could easily lead to a judgment against Alexander.

In the following two days, public opinion fermented to a terrifying extent.

Online discussions were no longer limited to Alexander Summers and the Summers Group. Purple Summers was also implicated. Clearly, there were paid internet trolls inciting and stirring trouble, claiming the couple was birds of a feather, conniving in their deceit. Purple Summers Simonson would surely stop at nothing to acquit her husband!

Old news of Purple Summers manipulating the justice system was dug up once more.

People used the vilest of words to attack, insult, and vent their anger!

Christopher Simonson saw the news and let out a heavy sigh.

He lamented once again: how much better it would have been if she had married the pretty boy…

This public relations crisis was different from the last one–this time there was a victim, and the victim was a pitiable orphan and a widowed mother, a vulnerable group.

People tend to instinctively side with the weaker party. To cleanse their image under such circumstances, they had to appear even weaker than their adversaries.

The president suggested that Purple Summers and Alexander Summers make a public apology, offer compensation, and lower their stance as much as possible–to a level where no one could find fault.

Purple Summers refused Christopher Simonson’s suggestion.

“Apologizing now is meaningless. If we lose the lawsuit, public sentiment will ferment even more,” Purple Summers said. “It’s better to apologize after we lose the case.”

But by then, would an apology still be useful?

Christopher Simonson wanted to persuade further, but Purple Summers had already hung up the call.

She knocked on the door of the teacher’s office and then entered, “Hello, I’m here to pick up my course evaluation.”

Purple Summers returned to Kingsley immediately after New Year’s Day.

Victoria Morrison was writing something at her desk. Hearing the door, she looked up and sized up Purple Summers. Then she took a student evaluation from the desk and placed it on top.

Purple Summers picked it up, “Thank you.”

As she turned to leave, Victoria Morrison called out to her: “You seem to handle pressure well, unshaken even by being reviled by thousands. Are all cold-hearted people like you, not caring about what others say?”

Purple Summers’s steps faltered.

She knew that Victoria Morrison’s husband had died due to cyberbullying.

In Victoria Morrison’s eyes, she must seem deserving of retribution, right?

“I do care,” Purple Summers slowly turned around, her face expressionless as she looked at Victoria Morrison, “It makes me angry, anxious, has me questioning whether I really am the despicable person the internet says I am. Self-torture is the most painful. At times like this, one must firmly tell themselves that everything they say is wrong, even if that means deceiving oneself. Just endure it, and it will pass.”

Having said this, Purple Summers left the office with her report card.

Victoria Morrison watched her departing figure, tugging at the corner of her mouth with a bitter smile.

“For those who can’t endure it… what should they do?”