One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis

"What?" The police officer was startled by her words.

Talia pointed at Violet angrily, "Bitch, what are you talking about? It wasn't Phoebe who committed suicide? Could the dead be someone else?"

"You are right. I suspect it is someone else." Violet looked at her.

Stanley didn't speak, and arranged some messy hair for Violet.

Talia saw the intimate behaviors of them two.

Then her eyes widened in disbelief, "You...you..."

Before she finished speaking, the police officer interrupted her, "Miss Hunt, do you have any evidence for what you said?"

The police officer stood in front of Talia, looking at Violet with a serious expression on his face.

Violet shook her head, "I don't have any evidence, but I have a few doubts."

She uttered those suspicious one by one.

The more the police officer listened, the more serious his face became, and then he called his captain over.

The captain reached out to Violet, "Miss Hunt, thank you for providing us with such an important clue. If what you said is real, then this case will probably not be a simple suicide case." "You're welcome. Because I also want to know whether Phoebe is dead or not!" Violet reached out to shake hands with the captain as she was answering.

But before she could shake hands with the captain, a big hand reached out before her and shook hands with the captain.

Seeing this, Violet and the captain were stunned at the same time.

But soon Violet laughed.

Because she knew that this was Stanley's possessiveness. He didn't want her to shake hands with other men.

The captain also realized this, and took his hand back in embarrassment.

At this time, Talia suddenly took the captain's hand and asked eagerly, "What do you mean by what you just said? Phoebe is not dead, so it was not Phoebe who committed suicide?" "Sorry, we didn't say that. It's just a kind of suspicion." The captain took his hand back with a stern face.

Talia shook her head violently, "This is impossible. When Phoebe jumped off the building, I was returning from getting the food. She was still saying goodbye to me through the door of the ward." "So, you saw Phoebe sitting on the windowsill at that time?" The captain narrowed his eyes.

Violet and Stanley also looked at her.

Talia's lips moved, "I didn't see it. The door was closed at the time. I only heard Phoebe's voice. Then when I opened the door and went in, Phoebe had jumped out of the window."

Speaking of this, she suddenly squatted down and covered her face, crying very sadly.

Violet could tell that Talia didn't lie.

In other words, Talia didn't know if it was Phoebe.

But it was not surprising. Phoebe hated Talia. If this was really Phoebe's plan, it would be normal that she didn't tell Talia.

"She didn't see Phoebe, which means that it is still impossible to determine whether Phoebe jumped off the building. As far as I know, the body is completely unrecognizable. Besides, it has no way of distinguishing its appearance, so the best way to confirm whether the corpse is Phoebe is to do DNA comparison." Stanley looked at the captain and said in a cold voice.

The captain nodded, "Yes. I will notify the forensic doctor. After the results come out, I will inform the two of you."

Stanley gave a hmm and looked at Violet, "Let's go."

"Okay." Violet smiled at him, took his arm, and left with him.

As for Talia, none of them paid any attention, and didn't even glance at her.

Coming to the side of the road, Stanley took out the car key and pressed it, "Get in my car. I'll let others drive your car back in a while."

"Okay." Violet shrugged and got in his car.

Stanley also opened the door, fastened his seat belt, and started the car.

On the way back to the studio, her stomach made a sound, and it was extremely loud in the car.

She blushed suddenly, and then she was embarrassed to cover her belly, "Um, I..."

"You didn't eat at noon?" Stanley frowned and interrupted her.

Violet shook her head and gave a hmm softly.

"Why don't you eat?" Stanley pulled a long face, obviously disapproving of her behavior of not eating lunch.

Violet rolled down the car window slightly, and replied in a cold wind, "When I was about to eat at noon, I heard the news of Phoebe jumping off the building, and then I watched a video on the Internet. I felt disgusted."

"I will take you to eat now. What do you want to eat?" Stanley looked at her from the corner of his eyes.

Violet rubbed her eyebrows, "Whatever."

Stanley saw that she still had no appetite. Then he pursed his thin lips but said nothing. He drove the car to an elegant western restaurant.

Stanley behaved like a gentleman and pulled away the chair for Violet.

Violet smiled and sat down.

Then he pulled away the chair opposite her and sat down, pushing the menu in front of her, "The food in this western restaurant are relatively light, which should suit you."

"Let me take a look." Violet opened the menu and looked at it. The food on it was indeed as he said. It looked light, but it made people want to eat it.

Violet ordered a spaghetti with mushrooms and a salad.

Stanley ordered the same food as her. When he closed the menu and returned it to the waiter, he suddenly thought of something, and said to the waiter, "A plate of sour plum." "Okay." The waiter responded with a smile, turned and left.

Not long after, the food was served.

Violet picked up the napkin and shook it away. When she was about to tie it around her neck, she saw Stanley pushing a plate of black sour plum to her, "Don't you have any appetite? Eat this, then you should be much better."

Violet looked at the sour plum and then at the man opposite, only to feel warmed. She felt so moved.

It turned out that he ordered the sour plum for her. She thought he liked it.

Unexpectedly, he even noticed the detail of her lack of appetite.

"What's the matter?" Seeing Violet staring at the sour plum and her eyes suddenly reddened, Stanley felt anxious. Then he quickly asked her.

Violet wiped the corners of her eyes with the napkin, then smiled and replied, "Nothing. I'm just so happy. Thank you, Stanley."

Hearing this, Stanley felt relieved. He smiled, "Eat quickly. Aren't you hungry?"

"Yeah." Violet nodded, took the napkin, picked up the knife and fork, and started to eat.

After dinner, it was almost four o'clock in the afternoon.

Violet decided not to return to the studio and went directly to the kindergarten to pick up the children.

Stanley had no objections. He called Fraser and asked him to send the rest documents to the apartment, and then drove Violet to the kindergarten.

When they arrived at the kindergarten, it happened that the school was over.

The two children came out of the kindergarten hand in hand. When they saw Stanley's car parking on the side of the road, their eyes lit up, and then they ran to the front of the car quickly. Violet opened the car door.

When the two children saw her, they shouted in surprise, "Mommy."

"Good boy. Good girl." Violet got out of the car and touched the heads of the two children.

Stanley in the driver's seat raised his hand from the steering wheel, put it against his lower lip, and coughed lightly, as if to remind something.

The two children looked at each other, laughed, and then called him sweetly, "Dad!"

There was a trace of satisfaction in Stanley's eyes. He raised his chin, "Okay, get in the car."

The two children climbed into the car with Violet's help.

But just when Violet was about to get in the car, she suddenly felt something, put away the smile on her face, turned her head and looked back. "What's the matter?" Stanley couldn't help asking when seeing that she hadn't come up yet.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐