One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis

She didn't expect someone who liked Jessie to pop up at this time.

Could it be that this was the person that had been involved in Jessie's behavior all this time?

After all, according to Jessie's mother, this man was a neighbor twenty years ago, and how old was Jessie twenty years ago? Just six years old, right?

Then that Lorenzo was probably not much older, at most ten years old. Did a ten year old understand love?

Furthermore, both families had been separated for twenty years, and Jessie and Lorenzo hadn't seen each other for twenty years, so would Lorenzo really like Jessie?

Even if he was precocious and understood his feelings at the age of ten and fell in love with Jessie, then why didn't he come to Jessie earlier, instead of coming after a twenty-year interval?

And the timing of this person coming just happened to be so coincidental with Jessie's change, so it was highly likely that was related to this Lorenzo.

Thinking of this, Violet bit her lips, and a hint of caution rose in her heart towards that Lorenzo whom she hadn't met yet, but soon, she gathered this caution down.

After all, Jessie's mother was here, and looking at Jessie's mother's happy expression when she talked about Lorenzo, it was obvious that Jessie's mother liked that Lorenzo and wanted Lorenzo and Jessie to be together.

Then her showing bad vigilance towards Lorenzo would make Jessie's mother unhappy.

"Right, how long has Jessie been out with that Mr. Hayes?" Violet asked as she picked up her teacup and took a sip of tea.

Jessie's mother replied, "Been out for a while."

"So will they be back for lunch?"

"Yes." Jessie's mother nodded with a smile, then added, "And Violet, you can don't leave either, stay for dinner, I'll let my husband cook." "Okay." Violet's eyes lit up and she agreed.

Though it was usually Jessie's mother who did the cooking, it was Jessie's father did the best job of cooking.

Because in the past, Jessie's father was a chef with a first-class chef's certificate.

She had much of Jessie's father's cooking before when she was abroad, but she hadn't had it since she had returned.

Now when Jessie's mother mentioned it, she couldn't help but agree.

Jessie's mother looked at Violet with an expectant look and said with a smile, "What kind of dish do you want to eat, I'll have him go buy it later."

Violet said the names of two dishes.

Jessie's father came out of the kitchen with the fruit and just put it in front of Violet.

Jessie's mother then instructed him, "Robinson, go buy food and cook for Violet later."

"Okay." Jessie's father readily agreed.

Although he didn't really like cooking, and he usually let Jessie's mother do it, he'd be happy to cook whenever there were guests in the house.

As soon as Jessie's father took the money for groceries that Jessie's mother handed him, he happily went out.

Inside the house, it was just Jessie's mother and Violet who were left alone.

Jessie's mother asked about Violet's situation before she returned.

Violet didn't hide much other than those hardships she had experienced.

Jessie's mother felt emotional when she heard that she had given birth to her third child, but the baby was not doing well and was still in the incubator today. "It's almost a year since your mother passed away." Jessie's mother said.

Violet's eyes dropped sadly when she mentioned her mother, "Yeah."

"If your mother were still alive, she would be happy now that she has another grandson, but alas." Jessie's mother shook her head with a bitter smile.

Although she and Lily had known each other for a few years, they were very close, and it wasn't too much to say that they were BFFs.

So when she first learned the news of Lily's death, she couldn't believe it, and it wasn't until she returned from the funeral that she completely accepted that Lily was really gone. And she was very sick from the death of her best friend.

"My mom took care of Calvin and Arya when they were little, she loved kids so much that she put down the idea of going traveling in order to take care of both Calvin and Arya. You know, she loved traveling the most, and it wasn't until Arya and Calvin were a little older and could walk that she went back to traveling, so if my mom hadn't died, then she would definitely take care of Jimmy as well." Violet sighed.

Although it's been almost a year since her mom passed away and she's moved on from her grief.

But it still made her sad and her heart still hurt every time she mentioned her mom.

"I blame that shameless father and stepmother of yours." Jessie's mother snorted coldly.

Violet frowned, a hint of disgust flashed in her eyes, "Yeah, Talia pushed my mom down the stairs, Eason helped Talia cover it up, so they ended up paying the price. Talia had a death penalty, and Eason ended up dying."

Although she had already forgiven Eason, after all, people die and debts disappear.

But she still hadn't let go of the dislike for Eason in her heart, nor would she.

There was no child would like such a father.

"That's what they deserve, as an ex-husband, he cheated his wife during the marriage, kicked out the two children born to his ex-wife, and took back home his mistress and illegitimate daughter, and what happened? His mistress didn't love him at all, and also cuckolded him, even the illegitimate daughter he favored was not biological. This is karma." Jessie's mother slapped her thighs in pleasure.

Violet ruffled her hair, "Okay, let's not talk about that, it affects the mood, why don't you try on the clothes I bought for you?"

With that, she stood up, grabbed the bag containing the clothes, took them out and unfolded them for Jessie's mother to put on.

Although Jessie's mother was embarrassed, she still didn't let Violet down and put down her teacup and stood up, starting to try on clothes.

They were coats, and she didn't have to go back to her room, so they were buzzing around trying on clothes.

Just then, the door to the living room suddenly opened, and the voices of a man and a woman came from the door, "Lorenzo, thank you so much for today."

"Never mind." The man replied mildly.

The man's voice was strange to Violet's ears, but the woman's voice, which Violet was familiar with, was Jessie.

She stopped helping Jessie's mother and turned to look at the door, just in time to see Jessie coming into the house and was changing her shoes with her head down. And behind her, there stood a tall, handsome man.

The man smiled and looked at Jessie, the deep love in his eyes were about to overflow.

This made Violet couldn't help but freeze for a moment.

This person, just now Jessie called him Lorenzo.

She had just guessed that Lorenzo probably didn't love Jessie, or he couldn't have not come to Jessie for twenty years.

But now, seeing Lorenzo's deep love for Jessie, she was suddenly a little confused.

Could it be that she was wrong in guessing that this man loved Jessie a lot?

Or was the man acting too well, acting as if he was in love with Jessie at every moment?

If that was the case, this man was a bit scary.

She hoped, though, that it had better not be so.

Because Jessie was deep in her feelings for George, although she had said before that she had let go of her feelings for George, she could see that even though Jessie rarely contacted George and tried not to mention George, Jessie's feelings for George had remained unchanged, but it was just suppressed in the deepest part of her heart, not allowing others to see it.

Maybe a lot of times, late at night when she was alone, Jessie would bring out that emotion.

She knew better than anyone how much Jessie loved George, and she knew better than anyone how much Jessie was suffering in this unequal relationship.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐