Violet smiled, "Stanley, let's have a talk, shall we?"
Stanley stopped in his tracks, said in an icy voice, "Talk about what?"
"I want to know what exactly I did wrong, so you are indifferent to me. Tell me, I can correct it, don’t keep it to your mind, okay?" Violet stroked her heart and looked at him with begging eyes.
She really hated people who didn't say anything, because it would cause unnecessary misunderstandings.
She wanted them to be honest with each other.
However, Stanley narrowed his eyes at her, "How do you correct it?"
His parents were dead, what else could she do?
Hearing that, Violet was certain that she had done something to piss him off.
She frowned, but she had no idea what she had done wrong, she rubbed her brow, "Tell me then, I will see if I can correct it, and if I can't, I can make up for it!"
"You can't make up for it!" Stanley spoke, pushing her away.
Violet was almost pushed to the ground by him, stumbling before she steadied herself and then looked at him in disbelief.
He pushed her with so much force.
Stanley looked at her shocked eyes, his eyes flickering, and then he dropped his eyelids to hide the apology and intolerance in his eyes.
He'd actually regretted it the moment he'd made the move to push her.
But it was too late to regret it, since he had done that.
Ignoring the fact that he had pushed her, Violet took a breath and said, "How can I know if I can make up for it if you say nothing ......"
"That's enough!" Stanley roared, "If that's all you want to say, stop it."
He didn't want to tell about his parents' car accident.
If he did not tell her, they remained still married, and if he told her, they would have nothing to do with each other.
He knew her, and she was sure she would divorce him out of guilt.
Violet's body shook from Stanley's rebuke, "Okay, I stop, let’s talk about your attitude. If I did something wrong, you can be upset with me, why are you so cold to the two kids? Do you know how sad they are?"
"So what?" Stanley looked at her with icy eyes, "They're not my kids, so why should I care about them?"
Hearing that, Violet's pupils shrank and her brain felt like it had exploded, "How can you say that?"
"Am I wrong?" Stanley said with an expressionless face, "They are not my kids, it's good enough that I don't treat them badly. Do you still expect me to treat them like my biological kids?"
After saying these words, he walked away leaving Violet standing alone in the same place, at lost.
How could he say that!
Yes, she didn't tell him that the two kids were his biological kids, but before the marriage, he said that he would treat them as his own kids, and had been doing a good job.
But because she might have done something wrong, he even hated two kids!
Was she wrong?
Violet looked in the direction of the bathroom, and for the first time she regretted why she had to insist on telling him that the two kids were his kids on his birthday.
If she'd told him earlier, wouldn't he be angry at the two kids now?
He could be angry with her, but she never wanted him to be angry with two kids.
At this thought, Violet squeezed her palms and decided not to hide it but to tell him directly.
"Stanley." Violet reached the bathroom door and knocked on it, "Stanley, I know you can hear me, I want to tell you a secret about the identity of the two kids, they are actually your ......"
Before the words could be finished, the door was opened by Stanley.
He came out fully clothed, didn't even look at her, and walked right past her.
Violet panicked, and hurried to follow her, "Stanley, actually Calvin and Arya ......"
"I'll sleep in the guest room tonight." Stanley suddenly interrupted her.
Violet’s face went pale, "You want to sleep in another room?"
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