Alexander Summers had only one treatment method.
And it was the one he was best at.
...Afterwards, Purple Summers lay on the bed, powerless and breathless, "You call me a saint, but how good can you be, sinister father? Is it that you can't do anything other than get into bed!"
Alexander glanced at her inexplicably, "Other things, you want to try? The floor, the car, both are possible."
Purple Summers closed her mouth and stopped talking.
Indeed, thanks to Alexander, Purple Summers had been tossed around so much that she had no strength left for self-blame or guilt, and she fell asleep headfirst.
Purple Summers hadn't paid much attention to Violet Nelson's case.
Knowing it was a set-up, yet still having to spend time and energy investigating it, was simply masochistic.
Since Violet Nelson loved to act, Purple Summers decided to just play along.
