One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis novel Chapter 300

"We don't go to the kindergarten to pick up children." Stanley replied when he turned his head to look at Violet while it was the traffic lights.

Violet tilted her head in confusion, "If we don't go to kindergarten, who will go to pick up the children?"

"Mom called me and said she would pick them up, letting us go directly to the villa." Stanley replied, turning the steering wheel.

Listening to Stanley call Lily Mom, Violet felt a little surprised.

After one night, he could call Lily Mom so naturally.

"What are you thinking about?" Stanley asked suddenly.

Violet came to her senses and shook her head, "Nothing, I'm just thinking..."

Before she finished her speaking, the phone ringing suddenly interrupted her.

She had no choice but to take her phone out of her bag. When she saw the caller ID, she frowned, "Stanley, it's Director Murphy."

"Ivan?" Stanley squinted.

Violet nodded, "I don't know why he called me. Do I have to answer it?"

She asked him.

Stanley nodded, "Answer it."

He also wanted to know the purpose of Ivan calling her.

Hearing Stanley say that, Violet did not hesitate. She turned on speaker and answered it, "Director Murphy, what’s up?"

Ivan's voice came, "I heard that you and Stanley got married. Congratulations."

Violet looked at Stanley, then smiled, "Thank you, Director Murphy."

"You still call me Director Murphy? Shouldn't you call me brother?" Ivan teased Violet.

Stanley frowned. He was obviously a little unhappy.

Violet saw it. She knew that their brothers were at odds, and he had never called Ivan brother.

If she called Ivan brother, it meant that she admitted Ivan as his brother for him.

So Violet pretended that she didn't hear Ivan's words, with a polite smile on her face, "Director Murphy, what’s up?"

"Tsk, it's really boring." Ivan also knew that Violet didn't want to call him brother. So he sighed, but there was no regret on his face. He pushed his glasses and said, “Are you with Stanley now?"

Violet looked at Stanley.

Stanley shook his head slightly.

Violet nodded knowingly, and said, "No, I'm driving to pick up the children. What's wrong?"

"Well." Ivan didn't doubt what she said. He was staring at the map on the computer screen in front of him, squinting, "How is it going with the will?"

Violet's hand holding the phone suddenly tightened, “...I haven't inquired it yet."

"Haven't inquired it yet?" Ivan frowned. Obviously, he was dissatisfied with her answer, "It's been so long. What are you doing?"

His tone was a little anxious, which also revealed that the will was very important to him.

Stanley lowered his eyes.

It seemed that Ivan really knew what was written down in Grandpa's will.

"Director Murphy, I'm really sorry." Violet took a breath, "But I really have no ways. I couldn't find the opportunity to inquire about the will with Stanley. If I inquire it casually, he will definitely doubt me."

Hearing this, Ivan couldn't deny that what she said really made sense.

Stanley was suspicious.

However, Stanley frowned and shook his head slightly, "No, Sam didn’t do anything bad except for causing a little trouble for me. But Ivan drugged me five years ago. However, Grandpa had gone at that time, so it was not right..."

"That's weird." Violet spread her hands.

Stanley pursed his lips, "Yeah, I'm also trying to find out the will. I want to know what his family did, but my grandfather's will hides really deeply. I have no clues at all."

"Take your time." Violet put a hand on his arm.

Stanley glanced at her. His face eased a little, "I see. I must find the will, for you and myself."

Sam made him barren, and he must take revenge on them.

Violet didn't know Stanley's hatred. Hearing his words, she felt warm.

After that, the two of them did not speak, and went back to the villa quietly all the way.

After getting out of the car, Violet stood at the door of the villa, somehow, feeling a little weird.

Stanley parked the car and got out of the garage. He raised his eyebrows when he saw her standing there but not going in, "What's the matter?"

"I feel that the villa seems to be something wrong." Violet pointed to the door of the villa and said.

Stanley squinted suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

"I don't know. It's too quiet." Violet said with a shrug.

When she came back before, the lights in the villa were on. But now the lights were off, and the villa was quiet, as if no one was there.

"Could this be the surprise Bella prepared?" Violet guessed boldly.

It was been played on TV. Some people wanted to surprise others. They would wait for others to come back and made others think they were alone. Then a group of people suddenly come out. They would put colorful flowers, give cakes and so on.

Was Bella so clichéd?