One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis novel Chapter 314

Stanley pursed his thin lips and did not speak.

He also found things unpredictable.

In the morning, Lily laughed and talked to them while having breakfast with them. Unexpectedly, she passed away in the afternoon, just like his grandfather back then.

Before Grandpa committed suicide, Stanley could not see that he had any suicidal behavior at all. By the time Stanley learned about it, it was already too late.

"It's all my fault. It's all my fault..." Violet grabbed the quilt and blamed herself painfully.

After hearing this, Stanley frowned tightly, held her face, looked at her crying face, and said in a deep voice, "It's not your fault. None of us can expect the what will happen the next second, so it’s not your fault!"

Listening to his words, Violet said in a trembling voice, "But...but I obviously had a chance to save my mom. I didn't catch it. I just let her go to the Hunt’s by herself. I..."

She couldn't speak anymore. She lowered her head and covered her face.

Stanley sighed slightly, and hugged her into his arms again, offering silent comfort.

After a long time, the cry of the woman in his arms gradually became much smaller.

Stanley looked down at her. She lowered her head and drooped her eyelids. She was like a withered flower, without any energy. Her eyes were not radiant, and were covered with dead ashes. Even her hair was also messy and dull.

Violet just looked like a walking corpse.

Stanley felt a little sorry and wanted to cheer her up, but he knew that it was not realistic.

"Stanley, where is my mom now?" Violet sat on the hospital bed, staring blankly at the ground. She asked in a hoarse voice.

Stanley stroked her hair, "In the morgue."

"I want to see her." Violet grabbed his sleeve.

Stanley wanted to say no, but then he thought that it was her mother after all, so he finally agreed, "Okay, let me tell Henry."

Violet gave a hmm, and stopped talking.

Stanley glanced at her worriedly and walked out of the ward.

Outside the ward, Henry leaned against the outside wall to smoke a cigarette. Seeing Stanley coming out, he passed one to him.

Just when Stanley was about to refuse, Henry took the cigarette back again, "I forgot you can't smoke or drink during treatment now, so I'll smoke it myself."

Stanley glanced at him coldly.

Henry was not afraid of him, smiled and put the cigarette back into the cigarette box, "She woke up?"

Stanley nodded slightly, "She wants to see Lily."

The smoke in Henry's mouth almost fell to the ground. He was choked by the smoke. His face was flushed with coughing, and it took a long time to get better, "What are you talking about? She wants to see Lily?"

"Um."

"Are you kidding me? She is not afraid of nightmares? Lily looked terrible now." Henry said seriously.

Stanley turned his face slightly and looked at the door of the ward, as if he could see the person through the closed door, "It's okay. That's her mother. She won't be afraid."

With this, Henry suddenly had nothing to say. He sighed and nodded, "All right, then I will approve it. You can take her there."

"Okay." Stanley finished speaking, opened the door of the ward and went in.

Violet looked at him dully, "How is it? Does he agree?"

Stanley nodded, "Yes."

Violet didn't say anything. She was about to get out of bed when she opened the quilt.

But because she hadn't eaten for a day and she cried so much, she was already weak, so when she got down from the bed, she lost strength and fell to the ground.

Fortunately, Stanley was right next to her. He couldn’t watch her fall. So before she fell to the ground, he picked her up, "I'll take you there."

Violet did not refuse.

She had no strength now.

In this way, Stanley carried Violet to the morgue.