One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis

"What?" Violet pursed her lips questioningly. She didn't understand what Ivy meant.

Ivy looked at her angrily, "You should remember that I told you before, letting you stay away from Stanley, right?"

Hearing this, Violet nodded with a complicated expression on her face, "Yes."

That was when George had just been hospitalized in a car accident. Ivy came to see George. Violet happened to be there, and then Ivy said these things to her.

Ivy patted the quilt, and shouted, "Since you still remember, why don't you do it? Don't you feel sorry for me? I love Stanley. I love him when I was very young. You know it. But you're still with him! Do you know what your behaviors mean? You're just a stealer!"

When Violet was questioned by Ivy, she felt a little sad, and lowered her eyelids, "I'm sorry, Miss Ellis. It's not that I didn't do it, but things are unpredictable. I don't think so."

"Don't think so?" Ivy's eyes widened, "You mean you don't think you have taken Stanley from me?"

"No." Violet raised her head with a serious expression on her face, "Mr. Murphy told me that he has never loved you, he only treats you as a younger sister and you guys have never been together. So Mr. Murphy is single. Since he's single, we can be in love."

If Stanley loved Ivy, even a little bit, she would not be with Stanley.

"You...you..." Ivy pointed at Violet with trembling fingers, obviously irritated by her words.

After a few seconds, Ivy put her hand down, "Get out! I don't want to see you anymore!"

She yelled.

Violet moved her lips and wanted to say something but she still turned around and went out.

After going out, facing the gazes of Stanley and Henry, she shook her head, said nothing, and walked towards the elevator.

Stanley looked at her back and chased after her.

In the elevator, Stanley pressed the button and asked, "What did Ivy say to you?"

Violet didn't lie to him. After taking a deep breath, she said told him what Ivy had said to her.

After hearing it, Stanley gently hugged her into his arms, "Don't take Ivy's words to your heart."

Violet hugged his strong waist and leaned her face against his shoulder, "Of course I won't take it to heart. I'm right. I didn't intervene with you guys, let alone steal you from her."

It was just that she still felt a little sad.

Ivy accused her. She had agreed to stay away from Stanley, but she did not do it.

"Well, I know you didn't." Stanley chuckled lightly and kissed Violet on the forehead.

Violet rubbed against his shoulders and held him tighter, "What about you? Didn't you talk to Miss Ellis? What did you say to her?"

Stanley touched her soft hair, "I told Ivy that I don't love her. The person I love is you, and the person I want to be together is also you."

Violet blinked, "So direct? No wonder Miss Ellis was crying."

When she went in, Ivy was wiping her tears.

"Then let her give up earlier. It is good for her and us." Stanley pulled Violet out of the elevator.

Violet held his arm, "But what if she doesn't want to give up?"

Stanley obviously didn't consider it. He opened the door of the passenger seat for her, "I believe Ivy will figure it out."

"Are you sure?" Violet lowered her eyelids, covered the emotions in her eyes, got in the car, and said nothing.

She didn't believe that Ivy would figure it out. After all, Ivy had loved Stanley for ten years. If she could let it go, she would have already let it go. Besides, many times, even if her feelings for Stanley were gone, she would still have the obsession. The obsession was the most terrifying. Stanley closed the door of the passenger seat, went around the front of the car and got in the driver's seat, "Where to go?"

"Studio." Violet fastened her seat belt and said the address.

Stanley twisted the car key and drove.

Half an hour later, they arrived at the studio building.

Violet waved her hand and watched Stanley drive away. Until she couldn't see the car, she put down her hand and turned back into the building.

When she came to the studio, she was ridiculed by her best friend, "Oh, who is this? So happy."

Violet glared at her angrily, walked past her into her own office, took the bag off her shoulder, and hung it on the shelf in the corner.

Jessie followed Violet in. She was standing at the desk and watching that Violet was busy with the work, "Violet, I just saw it. Mr. Murphy drove you here. You kissed him. Are you...?"

"Low-key, low-key!" Violet put up a finger and made a quiet gesture.

Getting the answer, Jessie jumped up, "Holy crap! How low-key could it be? It's such a big thing! No, Violet, you have to treat me a meal. We have a deal. The one of us who has the boyfriend has to treat the other to a meal."

Violet pulled out the office chair and sat down, and replied, "Okay, I'll treat you a meal."

"Great." Jessie smiled.

Violet turned on the computer, "By the way, don't tell others that I'm already with Mr. Murphy. Don't tell my mother and George, especially George. I'm afraid it will stimulate him." George's obsession was her.

If he knew that she and Stanley were in love, his mental state might be getting worse again. As for her mother, she would tell her when she returned next time.

"Don't worry. Got it!" Jessie smiled, but her eyes dimmed.

Violet sighed and then changed the subject, "I remember yesterday was the day that our new clothes went to the market. How about the sales?"

"I'm about to tell you this." Jessie slapped her hands, "I saw the sales, which is 60% higher than last month."

Violet opened her eyes in shock, "Sixty percent?"

"Right!" Jessie nodded in excitement, "It's mainly because of the competition and the public opinions caused by your scumbag Dad, which made your reputation soar, so we made a lot of money this time." "Then I really have to thank Eason." Violet smiled helpless, "Well, print out the sales, and then inform them that a party will be held tonight to celebrate."

"Okay." Jessie responded, and then went out.

Violet opened the drawer, took out the design book inside, and started working.

At noon, Jessie had ordered the takeaway. Violet stretched herself and got up. When she was about to eat, the phone on the desk suddenly rang.

She stopped and took a look at the phone. Seeing it was the detective's call, she immediately answered.

"Miss Hunt, something big happened!" The detective's anxious voice came from the phone.

Violet's face also became serious, "What happened?"

"Phoebe...Phoebe committed suicide by jumping off the building!"

"What?" Violet was so shocked. Her face changed drastically, and even her voice became sharp.

Jessie who was outside heard it all. Then she quickly came in and checked, "Violet, what's the matter?"

"Phoebe jumped off the building!" Violet squeezed her phone and quickly answered.

All the chopsticks in Jessie's hand fell to the ground, but she didn't care about picking them up. She walked quickly to Violet and stopped, "Really?"

"I want to know too." Violet bit her lip.

She said it to the detective on the other end of the phone.

The detective looked at the crowd not far in front, replying with a very serious voice, "Really. I saw Phoebe jump out the window of her room with my own eyes. Now the ambulance, the police, and the media have all rushed over. There is news on the Internet."☐☐☐☐☐