One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis novel Chapter 77

In the photo, there were two people. They were a man and a woman and very young. Besides, they looked a bit similar to Stanley .

Were they Stanley's parents?

Sure enough, Bella's answer confirmed Violet's guess.

"Mr. Murphy's parents. They have passed away."

Violet put down her water glass, "How did they pass away?"

Bella sighed, "I'm sorry, Miss Hunt. I can't tell you. This is the taboo of Mr. Murphy."

"Okay, I won't ask." Violet nodded, expressing understanding.

Bella stood up, "Miss Hunt, please rest first. I still have some clothes to wash."

"Okay." Violet smiled.

After Bella left, Violet picked up the remote control and turned on the TV to watch.

After watching it for a while, she felt a lot better in her stomach, then she was ready to leave.

She didn't get home last night. Calvin and Arya were probably worried about her.

Thinking here, Violet stood up, planning to go upstairs to find Stanley.

Before she walked, Stanley's figure had already appeared at the stairs.

"Mr. Murphy."

"What's the matter?" Stanley looked at her.

Violet pointed to the clock, "It's getting late. I should go back. I'm about to tell you."

"I'll drive you back home." Stanley walked towards the door, giving her no chance to refuse.

In the car, Stanley tapped his finger on the steering wheel, and suddenly said, "The matter of your dress being trampled on by Phoebe last night, there is no result yet."

"Why?" Violet clenched her fists.

An apology flashed across Stanley's eyes, "The monitoring of the banquet hall was all turned off by Ivan in advance, so it is impossible to prove whether Phoebe stepped on your dress deliberately."

"Really..." Violet pursed her red lips unwillingly.

Her instinct told her that Phoebe was deliberate, but there was no evidence, which was really annoying.

"But don't worry. I still arranged punishment for Phoebe." Stanley said after changing the gear.

Violet tilted her head to look at him, "What punishment?"

"The seventy-two hours of social volunteers. It will be broadcast live by the media." Stanley replied.

Violet raised her eyebrows.

Then Phoebe would be laughed at by others in the circle, right?

Thinking of this, Violet quickly took out her mobile phone and searched the live broadcast room where Phoebe was a volunteer.

Soon, she found the live broadcast room.

Violet clicked in. Then she saw Phoebe wearing a cleaner's clothes, stepping on the banana peel, and falling down.

"Puff!" Violet couldn't help but laughed directly. The whole car was filled with her laughter.

Stanley glanced at her. Seeing her smiling to tremble, his heart suddenly softened, "What is it funny?"

"I saw Director Hunt fell. It’s so funny." Violet wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes and replied, "There are these bullet screens, more interesting!"

"Really?" Stanley's face was indifferent, obviously not interested in what she said.

At this moment, a cat suddenly rushed out of the flowerbed a few meters in front and just stopped in the middle of the road.

Seeing it, Violet’s face changed, "Mr. Murphy!"

Stanley’s face turned gloomy. It was too late to step on the brakes, so he turned the steering wheel violently, turned the front of the car to the flowerbed, and then quickly unfastened his seat belt, leaned forward and leaped towards Violet, holding her tightly in his arms and pressing her on the passenger seat.

Boom!

The car shook suddenly. The alarm sounded.

Violet yelled in fright.

Stanley held her tighter in silence.

After a while, the car body stabilized. The sirens disappeared, and everything was calm.

Stanley then released Violet and got up from her.

Violet straightened up and looked towards the windshield.

Seeing the glass shattered into pieces which was like a spider web, her scalp was numb and her back was cold.