"You'll know later. Don't worry, it won't hurt you." Stanley stood up and walked towards the door, meaningless to explain.
Violet pursed her red lips.
Since he didn’t want to say, it was boring to ask anymore.
Violet also got up and walked Stanley out.
Stanley stood outside the door, "Tomorrow morning I will pick up the two children."
"Okay." Violet nodded.
Stanley looked at her, "Good night!"
"Good night." Violet smiled.
After speaking, she thought he should go back to his apartment, but he didn't have the slightest intention to leave, still standing there and watching her.
Violet was a little uncomfortable by being staring at by him. She shrank her neck, "Mr. Murphy, is there anything else?"
"Nothing. You can close the door." Stanley shook his head lightly.
Violet only felt a little inexplicable, but she listened to him and closed the door.
After closing, she did not rush back to the bedroom, but opened the monitoring to see what he was going to do, but what she saw was his back and the closed apartment door.
Violet lowered her eyelids, with doubts in her eyes.
Was he watching her go back specifically?
But as soon as this idea popped into her mind, it was immediately suppressed by her.
Violet shook her head amusingly, no longer thought about it, turned and walked to the room.
The next morning, when it was just eight o'clock, Violet and the two children had just finished breakfast, then Stanley came to pick up the children.
Violet pushed the children to Stanley, "Mr. Murphy, thank you."
"I will take care of them." Stanley looked at the two little guys on the left and right, and couldn't help touching their heads.
Violet squatted down and said seriously, "Calvin, Arya, you guys have to listen to Uncle Murphy!"
"We will, Mommy." The two children nodded.
Violet smiled, stood up, and then watched Stanley take them away.
After they left, Violet cleaned up the house a little bit, and then went out to participate in the competition.
Today was the semi-final. The atmosphere on the scene was extremely tense.
When Violet arrived, all the contestants had come.
As soon as she walked into the conference room, she saw Phoebe talking to other people.
Phoebe also saw her and snorted, "Someone is only ranked second, but every time she is the last to come. People who don't know think she is the first."
Violet knew that Phoebe was taunting her, but she didn't get angry. She smiled and walked over, "Dr. Hunt, it seems that your stomach doesn't hurt anymore. You look so well today."
"It’s none of your business!" Phoebe frowned.
Violet looked at her, "I care about you. I am so happy to see that you are cured now. By the way, Director Hunt, can you tell us the design ideas that you didn't share yesterday? I have been looking forward to it from yesterday to now."
"Yes, Phoebe, talk about it. How did you design such a grand sacrificial dress?" The other two designers did not understand the meaning, and echoed.
"The competition is about to start. Just leave me alone. If I was affected by you guys, who of you can afford this responsibility?" Phoebe suppressed the panic and shouted impatiently after secretly glaring at Violet.
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