One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis novel Chapter 942

"It doesn't matter, that's all for later. What if we spend a lot of time down there and get turned on by me?" Ivan laughed nervously.

Violet replied coldly, "You're dreaming, it's never possible!"

"Then how about we give it a try?" Ivan suddenly pulled the trigger.

The sound of the trigger was so loud that everyone in the room panicked.

Stanley's face paled, his pupils almost shrinking to the size of pinpoints.

"Ivan, don't you dare shoot!"

Ivan raised his eyes towards him, "What do I dare not do? Stanley, since childhood, you have always overpowered me, obviously I am the first descendant of the third generation of the family, why in the end, you overpower me in everything, have more of everything than me? The favor of my parents, the fancy of my grandfather, even the love of my life, you steal it all away, this world, it's really too unfair."

"So, you've been hating on Stanley just because you're jealous, right?" Violet taunted.

Ivan chortled, "Yeah, I was thinking, he and I are both descendants of the family, so why should I even be one step behind him."

"So, he deserves to die?" Violet questioned angrily, "Everyone born differently means a different future, you were born to Sam, they don't love you, not caused by Stanley, who are you to blame Stanley for all your misfortunes. Your misfortunes are not caused by him, you are not qualified to blame him, you are not even qualified to be jealous of him. Since others don't love you, don't you know how to love yourself and fight for yourself? You've never done that, you only know how to blame everyone, blame Stanley, you deserve it!"

Violet's words carried a solid foundation.

The corners of Stanley's eyes twitched as he listened, wanting very much to tell her to stop saying it, to stop stimulating Ivan, what if Ivan shot her?

But he was stopped by George, who shook his head at him and then gave him a look that told him that the sniper had just given a response and could kill Ivan at any time.

So it's okay to let Violet talk, maybe if Ivan reveals a crack under the stimulation, it will be easier for the sniper to hit the target.

Therefore, Stanley ended up not saying anything and let Violet speak.

The first time he heard Violet's words, there was a sudden flash of confusion in Ivan's eyes, and finally he laughed madly, "Deserved it? So in your opinion, I deserve this, yes, others don't love me, then I should love myself, fight for myself, but I've never done this before, it's too late to do it now. Violet, you know, I've always loved you, I don't want anything now, I just want you, so, let's die together, okay?"

After saying that, Ivan looked at Violet, and under Violet's frightened look, his smile was frantic as he completely pulled the trigger.

"No!" Stanley yelled at the top of his voice, while running towards Violet.

A shot rang out.

In the next second, a stream of hot blood soared out and splashed on Violet's face.

Violet looked at Ivan, whose head was splitting open and whose body was gradually falling downwards, but who was still smiling at her, her pupils shrank and she fainted after letting out a cry of horror.

But before she passed out, she saw Stanley and George who were running towards her.

Two days later.

Violet was awakened by the nightmare and sat up from the bed.

Stanley was sitting on the edge of the bed taking a nap when he heard her voice and immediately woke up, then looked at her in surprise, "Violet, you're finally awake?"

Violet looked at him with a sweaty head, her mouth opened, because she wanted to say something, but nothing came out because she was afraid.

Stanley hugged her, "Don't be afraid, I am here, don't be afraid."

He knew what she was afraid of, none other than the way Ivan had looked before he died, which scared her.

So, for the past two days, she had been slumbering off and on, and when she fell asleep she had been having nightmares and mumbling them over and over, worrying him.

It was probably because Stanley's embrace was too warm and secure, Violet's slightly trembling body soon calmed down, and her voice also recovered, only that she hadn't spoken for two days and seemed a bit hoarse.

"Ivan is dead?" She asked with her eyes closed, leaning into Stanley's arms.

Stanley nodded, but his expression was hesitant about something.