One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis novel Chapter 320

Hearing that her parents and brother said so, Arya really believed it and stopped crying. After wiping her tears, she smiled happily, "Dad, I watched TV and it said there are gods. Did Grandma become a god? So she became a star?"

"Yes." Stanley lowered his head and rubbed against the little girl's forehead with his forehead.

The little girl giggled.

Violet watched Stanley coax the little girl so easily. A faint smile appeared on her face.

Steven arrived that night.

Violet took him to the villa.

When he saw Stanley, he stretched out his hand somewhat cautiously, "Stanley."

"Hello." Stanley shook hands with him, and at the same time looked him up and down.

Steven looked very similar to Violet, but because of congenital heart disease, he was very thin and his height was not too high, only about 1.7 meters. It seemed that he would fall when the wind blew.

"Have a seat." Stanley retracted his gaze, took his hand back, pointed to the sofa, and motioned Steven to sit down.

Steven nodded and sat down.

Violet poured a glass of water for each of the two men.

Steven took a sip and asked, "Sister, where is mom now?"

"In the hospital." Violet replied.

Steven held the water glass in his hand, "When will mom’s funeral be held?"

Violet bit her lips, "I originally wanted to figure out the truth about mom's death and then deal with it. But now I am not sure whether it was an accident or murdered."

Because there was really no evidence.

Steven understood it, holding the water glass tightly, not knowing what to say.

In the end, Stanley broke the silence, "In addition that the police station is investigating, I also asked Fraser to arrange for someone to do the investigation. I believe there should be results tomorrow."

"That said, there should be results from the police station tomorrow, right?" Violet clenched her fists.

Stanley nodded, "Almost."

Violet looked down.

So whether her mother accidentally fell down or was murdered would be announced tomorrow.

"Well, you took the plane for a day. Go to rest first." Stanley took Violet's hand and said to Steven.

Bella came up, "Mr. Hunt, please come with me. I will take you to the room."

"Thank you, Bella." Steven got up, said goodnight to Stanley and Violet, and followed Bella.

Stanley looked at Violet, "Let’s go back to the room, too. You’ve been tired for a day today. It’s time to rest."

Violet wanted to say that she was not in the mood to sleep, but her groggy head made her unable to say such words. So she was eventually taken upstairs honestly.

The next day, Violet didn't go anywhere. She just stayed in the villa and waited for the results of the investigation.

By four o'clock in the afternoon, the results of the investigation came out.

The police station called her and told her that Lily's death had nothing to do with Eason and Talia. It was indeed an accident.

More than that, even the results of the investigation brought by Fraser were the same.

This time, Violet had to believe it.

Violet tightly grabbed the results of the investigation that Fraser had brought. It took a long time to let go of her hand as if she was frustrated, "Steven, send invitations and prepare for mother's funeral."

"Okay." Steven nodded with red eyes.

Stanley didn't idle either. He rubbed his eyebrows and said, "Then I will let someone contact the cemetery."

"Okay." Violet closed her eyes.

Soon, the invitations were sent out. The cemetery was also arranged. Just wait for the funeral.

Violet would hold the funeral in two days.

In these two days, in addition to arranging for Lily's cremation, the funeral venue had to be arranged, so it was a little hurry.

"Really? That's great." Jessie patted her chest, feeling relieved. Then she waved her hand, "Well, well, let's get away. Don't stay here. Just let Violet have a good rest."

"Yeah." Steven nodded, and then followed Jessie downstairs.

Stanley and George were at the end.

Stanley stared at George coldly, "You'd better do what you just said, and don't have that kind of thought for Violet anymore. Otherwise..."

"Otherwise?" George still kept a smile on his face, not afraid of Stanley’s threats at all.

Stanley pursed his lips, "I will make you feel worse than death. Mental illness can’t protect you all the time."

"Well, I'll remember it!" George pushed his glasses.

Stanley ignored him, and went downstairs first.

George looked at his back, and the smile on his face slowly faded. The eyes behind the lenses became ghastly.

But soon, he smiled again. His eyes softened, as if what he had just now was just an illusion.

At night, George left.

His treatment abroad was not over yet, so he must go back.

When Violet knew it, it was already the next day.

But she didn't react too much. She just nodded.

Because it would be good for her if George left.

That incident caused her to have a grudge against him. Although she forgave him during the last phone call, she didn't know how to get along with him if she had to face him.

"Come with me to the court in a while." At the table, Violet took a sip of milk and said to Steven who was cutting eggs on the opposite side.

Steven responded hurriedly, "Okay."

Stanley put down the coffee in his hand and looked at Violet, "Are you okay?"