Hearing this, Stanley paused when he opened the document bag. After a few seconds, as if nothing had happened, he took out the appraisal certificate from the document bag.
When he looked at the words ‘non-parent-child relationship’ at the bottom of the appraisal, his thin lips pressed slightly.
In fact, he was not too surprised by this result. He had already guessed it.
For thirty years, apart from accidentally having sex with Phoebe five years ago, he had never let any woman come close to him, so it was impossible for him to have children.
But he didn't know why he felt a little lost.
However, Stanley didn't think too much. He threw the appraisal result into the trash can under the table, "Well, let them come back. You guys don't need to pay attention to those two children anymore."
"Got it, Mr. Murphy." Fraser said.
Stanley leaned back, "How is the investigation about I was kidnapped last time?"
"I found some clues. Maybe Ivan Murphy has something to do with the matter."
"Ivan Murphy..." Stanley chanted the name in a low voice, with a strong chill in his eyes, "Sure enough, it is him. He still doesn’t give up yet."
"I heard from our men abroad that he seems to be planning to return back in the near future." Fraser glanced at Stanley.
Stanley’s eyes narrowed, "It's been five years. He should be back. Let our men keep an eye on him. As long as he returns to the country, immediately report to me."
Fraser nodded. Then as if he thought of something, he said, "Mr. Murphy, there is one more thing."
"What?"
"Just now when you were in a meeting, Mr. Baxter called and asked you to have dinner at night. Maybe he wants to ask about the paternity test."
"I see." Stanley replied lightly.
At night, in Star Light Restaurant.
Jessie came in from outside with two gift bags, "Violet, I'm so sorry. I'm late."
"Never mind. We have just arrived. Have a seat." Violet pulled a chair away.
Jessie sat down and handed the two bags to Calvin and Arya, "Happy birthday, my sweetie."
"Thank you, Jessie!" The two children happily accepted the gifts, and then kissed Jessie’s face on the left and the right.
Jessie smiled brightly, "Have you ordered the dishes?"
"Not yet! You haven't arrived, how can we order the dishes? Here you are." Violet passed the menu to Jessie.
Jessie looked through it, chose two dishes which were Calvin’s and Arya’s favorite, and then handed the menu to the waiter.
Soon, the waiter pushed the trolly over to serve the food.
After the dishes were served, the waiter brought another cake. A candle with the number four was placed on the cake.
"Mommy, the cake is so beautiful. It must be delicious." Arya’s eyes lit up. When she looked at the cake, she couldn't help swallowing her saliva.
Calvin crossed his arms and snorted disdainfully, "Aren't the cakes all the same? How delicious can it be?"
Although he said so, his eyes did not move away from the cake at all.
Seeing such cute brother and sister, Violet and Jessie looked at each other and smiled.
Jessie couldn't help even touching Calvin's face and rubbing it, "Baby, can't you be honest?"
"Let me go..." Calvin's small face was a little deformed when it was rubbed by Jessie. So he couldn't say those words clearly.
Seeing this, Violet was a little distressed. She hurriedly stopped Jessie, "Okay, let them make a wish first."
"Okay." Jessie reluctantly let go of Calvin.
As soon as Calvin broke free Jessie’s hands, he immediately climbed down his chair and changed a seat farther away from Jessie.
Jessie was so good, but she just liked rubbing his and Arya's faces.
He couldn't sit next to Jessie.
"Today is Calvin and Arya's birthday. Mommy and Jessie wish you a happy birthday and happy every day." After singing the birthday song, Violet pushed the cake in front of the two children.
The two children blew out the candle with puffed cheeks, then closed their eyes and started making a wish.
Violet looked at them tenderly. Her heart softened.
Today was the fourth birthday of two little babies. After today, they were five years old.
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