Instead of telling her, his wife, the address, Stanley told Ivy.
No wonder she returned to the villa and didn't see Ivy, so Ivy had come here.
Ivy didn't expect the person at the door to be Violet, she first froze and then smiled, "Miss Hunt, what are you doing here?"
She asked, sounding like a hostess.
Violet squeezed her palms.
She had come here to tell Stanley that they were wrong about the murderer.
But now it didn't seem like it was necessary.
Violet didn't reply, dropping her eyelids to hide the sadness in her eyes as she turned away.
Ivy didn't speak a word but smiled smugly and simply closed the door.
Henry came with a glass of wine, "Ivy, who were you talking to?"
"It's the property management staff." Ivy replied with a smile, and then took his arm, "Hasn’t Stanley back yet?"
"No, he has just finished his meeting and told us to wait here for him."
"Ok." Ivy nodded.
Violet returned to her car, physically and mentally exhausted, slumped over the steering wheel, eyes slightly closed.
She came over in high spirits, wanting to tell Stanley about the murderer, so that she could have a talk to him and make them closer.
But she didn't expect the truth to be so ironic. She came here and instead of seeing him, she saw Ivy, who acted like a hostess.
Since the moment Stanley's attitude towards her had cooled down, he had become close to Ivy again, just like when they weren't married.
What, exactly, was he thinking?
Violet could not figure out and drove off.
No sooner had she left than a black Maybach pulled up.
Fraser looked ahead in confusion, "Mr. Murphy, I think I saw Mrs. Murphy's car."
The man in the back seat, who had his eyes closed, opened his eyes and looked ahead, yet he didn't see anything, and the look in his eyes couldn't tell if he was disappointed or not.
"Pick me up at eight tomorrow morning." Dropping this, Stanley opened the door and got out of the car, walking towards the building.
Back at the house, it was Henry who opened the door.
Remembering what Fraser had just said, Stanley asked in a deep voice, "Violet came by?"
"No." Henry subconsciously replied "What makes you think she was here?"
Stanley didn't say anything anymore and walked straight to the living room.
Ivy saw him and got up joyfully, "You're back, Stanley."
Stanley nodded.
Ivy poured water for him and was very enthusiastic.
Henry saw that and his eyes darkened.
Ivy was really still in love with Stanley.
Whenever the three of them were together, she completely ignored him as her boyfriend.
He was even wondering why she was with him.
Henry lowered his eyes and walked over, with a smile on his cute face, "Stanley, what did you call us over for?"
Stanley pinched his brow, "I called you here for Ivy's recovery banquet."
"Didn't you say your grandpa would arrange it?" Henry was puzzled.
Stanley nodded, "He had a sudden stroke a few days ago and was admitted to the hospital, so he can’t do that."
"'What, he is hospitalized?" Ivy stood up in surprise.
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