One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis novel Chapter 531

Violet cried silently for several minutes before her emotions turned better.

She didn't get up from Stanley's arms and leaned against Stanley's chest with her eyes closed as she spoke, "I knew that Eason might die in just a few days, but I didn't expect that when this moment actually came, I would still be shocked."

"I know." Stanley patted her back and nodded.

Violet coughed twice and added, "I obviously also prepared myself mentally a long time ago that even if Eason died, I wouldn't feel sad for him, nor would I cry for him, but when he really died, I was still sad and still cried."

"Because he's your father, you still care about him in your heart, you have hate for him in your heart, but in the same way, you also have love." Stanley looked down at her and said softly.

Violet smiled to herself, "Yes, it's just that this love, which is usually covered up by hatred, is why I can't see or feel it, but now that Eason is dead. With his death, my hatred for him has completely dissipated, and that love, which was suppressed by hatred, has finally surged up."

How could she not love Eason?

That was her real dad, even if his dad was nowhere near as good to her and Steven as Phoebe.

But in the light of the past twenty years, Eason had cared for her and Steven, too, and she could not erase this.

"Do you want to take a nap?" Stanley asked.

Violet took a deep breath and nodded, "Okay, wake me up when you get to the hospital."

Eason had died, bringing her no less impact than when her mother had died, but no less.

She needed a good conditioning session.

Stanley nodded, "Good."

Violet curled up on the passenger side, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

But really, it was better to say she was sleeping than faking it, and her fluttering eyelashes showed that she wasn't asleep at all, and couldn't sleep.

Eason died, she was not cold-hearted to the extent that she did not care.

Stanley knew this and didn't bother her, driving his car quietly.

He drove slowly, what was supposed to be an hour's drive took him two hours to get to the hospital.

Stanley woke Violet up.

Violet opened her eyes, "We arrived?"

"Yes." Stanley nodded.

Violet stopped talking again, silently opened the car door, got out, and walked into the hospital.

When she came outside Eason's ward, Steven was sitting in the corridor, holding something in his hand.

Hearing footsteps, Steven lifted his head, his eyes still red, "Sister, Stanley."

Violet nodded in response, then walked to the door of the ward to look inside.

The inside had been cleaned and the beds were empty.

Steven stood beside her and said, "After I called you, the hospital took him to the morgue."

Violet nodded, not surprised by the result.

She guessed it.

Patients who die in the hospital cannot be kept in the ward for long and must be moved to the mortuary as soon as possible.

So after seeing the ward being cleaned, she already guessed where Eason was.

"Before he died, did he say anything?" Stanley asked, leaning against the wall and looking sideways at Steven.

Steven nodded, "Yes, he said, he wanted us to bury him next to mom."

"What?" Violet wrinkled her eyebrows, "Want to be buried next to mom? Dream it, does he still want to redeem himself in death?"