"Brother?" Phoebe's face was twisted, "He's not my brother, he's just a little bastard!"
Violet frowned.
Although she didn't like Filip, but he was still a child, being said like this was too hard to hear.
But Violet didn't say anything more, her gaze faintly fell on her, "Actually, you should be glad that Eason has loved you for more than twenty years."
Phoebe lowered her eyes.
Yes, Eason did love her for over twenty years.
But would he still love her if he knew she wasn't his own daughter?
No, he would not!
Phoebe smiled sorrowfully, "Violet, you're telling me this because you're jealous of me, right?"
Violet narrowed her eyes, "I'm jealous of you?"
"Yes, jealous that I, a non-biological one, received years of favor from Eason, while you, a biological one, did not instead." Phoebe looked at her smugly.
Violet smiled, "Indeed, in the past I was jealous of you, but I stopped being jealous a long time ago, the reason I'm telling you this is to let you know that you have worked so hard for so long and robbed me of so many things, but in the end you still won't get anything."
"You ......" Phoebe could no longer keep the smugness on her face and became hideous.
Violet looked at her faintly, "Okay, I've already said what should be said, take care of yourself. Again, don't ever go crazy, Ivy is still out there."
With that, she turned around and walked out of the room.
The two bodyguards naturally followed close behind.
After the three people left, Phoebe once again yelled like a madman, while tearing the paternity test on the bed with force, as if the paternity test was Talia. She hated her and wanted to tear it to pieces.
After leaving the mental hospital, Violet drove to the airport.
On the way, she dialed Stanley's number.
At this moment in the country it was already time after six in the morning, Stanley just woke up. He saw her calling and immediately answered it, "Hello?"
The man's sexy voice from his awakening came out, making her ears tingle.
Violet answered, "Honey, I just went to see Phoebe."
"Well, you have told her?" Stanley took his phone and walked towards the bathroom in his robe.
Violet nodded, "It said that the child in her belly was probably conceived because she got raped, so she chose to abort it."
"Okay, I'll arrange for the doctor to operate on her." Stanley nodded.
It’d better not to have that child.
Phoebe was destined to be in prison, if that child was born, it was to be sent to the orphanage, but not every orphanage children had a good life. Besides, Talia and Nate drugged Eason and they were destined to go to prison.
So Phoebe's child was born, and there was no one to take care of it except for sending it to an orphanage, so it would have been better not to have it in the first place, even if that child was innocent.
But it was unlucky to be conceived by Phoebe.
"Well, you arrange it then." Violet smiled.
Stanley brushed his teeth, "How are the two children now?"
"They are ok, I didn't hospitalize Arya, so she's recuperating at the villa, the doctor is there twenty-four hours a day, and Calvin's butt is much better and he can sit, which makes him happy." Violet said.
Stanley could probably imagine Calvin's happy face, and a smile passed through his eyes, "That's good."
"Okay, honey, I am in the airport, I'll go ahead and pick up Steven, talk to you later." Violet looked at the airport in front of her and said goodbye.
Stanley nodded in agreement.
The call ended, Violet put down her phone, parked her car in the parking space, and then carried her bag and went into the airport.
After waiting in the airport for about ten minutes, Violet saw Steven carrying a large drawing board on his back, and a group of people also carrying drawing boards with different skin colors coming out from the entrance of the passageway.
"Steven!" Violet waved and shouted.
Steven looked over, and a surprised smile suddenly lifted up on his face, "Sister!"
He waved the same in response.
The colleague next to him saw it and asked, "Steven, is that your sister?"
"Yes." Steven nodded.
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