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She gazed steadily at Purple, her expression anxious.

“Don’t worry, it’s possible,” Purple said, without going into further explanation, but reassuringly squeezed Zara’s hand.

Regaining some composure, Zara located her mother in the crowd, took a few steps towards her, and whispered.

Mrs. Jameson listened intently, her eyes widening slightly as if finding it hard to believe, and she asked uncertainly, “Did Purple really say that?”

“Mom, if Purple says it will work, then it must,” Zara responded.

Mrs. Jameson’s expression grew solemn, and she nodded gently, “Well, rescuing the person is what’s most important now.”

Mrs. Jameson approached Camilla Farrell, advising, “Mrs. Farrell, even if the rescue team is fast, it will take at least twenty minutes to arrive. The ice floe isn’t stable, and if it continues to crack or the child wakes up and struggles, he could very well fall into the lake. We can’t wait any longer; we must think of a way to rescue him immediately!”

Camilla was completely flustered, struggling to keep calm and racking her brain on how to save the child, but her mind was buzzing, unable to think properly!

Nathaniel’s expression grew serious as he suggested, “How about I ask some of our security guards who can swim to crawl over with a net… or maybe a hook, and pull the child towards us?”

“A net, a hook, can these items be found in a matter of minutes?” Mrs. Jameson asked.

Nathaniel looked unsure. The Summers Family lacked nothing in the way of luxury cars and fine art, but these peculiar tools might not be so readily available.

“And, even if we found them, if the guard goes over and shakes the layer of ice, and the child falls in…” Mrs. Jameson sighed, and said, “I have a method that’s nearly foolproof, it’s just that I don’t know if Mrs. Farrell would agree.”

“What method?” Camilla asked eagerly, grasping at straws, her eyes wide with urgency as she stared at Mrs. Jameson, “Mrs. Jameson, what’s your method? I agree to it! As long as my child can be saved, I agree to anything!”

The others, too, turned their attention to Mrs. Jameson, curious as to what kind of good idea she could have in such a critical situation.

“Walking on such ice is definitely risky for people, but if it were a snake, there probably wouldn’t be an issue. If you don’t mind… actually, we could ask Ms. Summers to help, to have her pet python bring the child back,” Mrs. Jameson said.

A noticeable gasp arose from the crowd…

Having a python rescue someone was a frighteningly unconventional thought.

Purple had anticipated such a reaction from everyone, which is why she hadn’t mentioned it herself but had Mrs. Jameson relay the message instead.

If Purple had been the one to suggest the idea, people would simply think she was a child with a wild imagination, just like every dog owner believes their pet is uniquely intelligent and human-like, when in reality it might not be the case.

However, Mrs. Jameson, being a renowned professor and an esteemed scholar, held great respect among people. Even her most outlandish ideas could induce a degree of belief.

Yet, with the stakes so high, no one dared to make a decision, and Mrs. Farrell was especially panicked, lacking her typical decisive firmness.

Time passed silently as everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

At that moment, Dylan coughed uncomfortably and said, “Mrs. Jameson, I think… we should wait for the rescue team. They are professionals, and it would be safer…”

Yolanda joined in, “Yes… how can a python rescue someone? It’s a cold-blooded creature without intelligence. What if it hurts Mrs. Farrell’s baby…”

At this critical moment, father and daughter began backpedaling.

They had managed to distance the Summers Family from this incident. How could they allow Purple to get involved again?! What if the python bit the baby or flung him into the water? Who would bear the consequences?

It would be better to just wait for the rescue honestly.

“Ah! The ice, the ice is cracking again! It’s sinking!” someone shouted in panic.