Stanley pursed his thin lips and did not answer.
Henry didn’t care. He touched his chin and said, “See, he ordered a bottle of Louis XIII. He didn’t finish
a cup, but he kept pouring for Violet. He wants to make Violet get drunk and then does something."
Hearing this, Stanley clenched his hands on the edge of the window abruptly. Then his eyes became
cold.
Seeing Stanley like this, Henry felt Stanley’s abnormal concern for Violet, and his heart sank, "Stanley,
are you really..."
Before he finished speaking, Stanley suddenly turned around and walked towards the door of the
private room.
Henry was stunned, "Stanley, where are you going?"
Stanley still ignored him, opened the door and went out.
Henry rubbed his baby face helplessly. After muttering something, he hurried to catch up with Stanley.
Downstairs, Violet was already drunk at the moment. Her face was flushed, and her eyes widened. She
was sitting there and was hiccupping.
George put down his chopsticks, stretched out his hand and waved it in front of her, then spread his
five fingers, "Violet, how many fingers?"
Violet blinked her blurred eyes and looked at it for a while before spit out a number uncertainly, "Two?"
A gloomy light flashed across George's eyes, "Wrong! This is five. Violet, you are drunk."
"I... I'm not drunk!" Violet was dissatisfied, pursing her red lips to retort on the spot.
George took off his glasses and put it in his chest pocket. The he smiled lowly, coaxing her softly like
coaxing a child, "Okay, okay, you are not drunk. I am drunk. Shall we go home?"
"Okay." Violet hiccupped and nodded obediently.
George stood up and called the waiter to check out.
After checking out, he put Violet's bag on his shoulder first, and then he helped Violet stand up with
putting one hand around her waist.
Smelling the fragrance from Violet and the strong aroma of Louis XIII, George took a deep breath, his
eyes full of madness.
But at this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded, "Stop!"
George stopped abruptly and raised his eyes to look at the source of the sound. Then he saw Stanley
and Henry coming one after another. His heart sank suddenly.
Why were they here?
"Give her to me!" Stanley walked to George and stopped one meter in front of him. Looking at Violet,
who was drunk and unconscious in George’s arms, he said.
George didn't do it. Instead, he held Violet more tightly, "Why do I have to give her to you?"
Stanley narrowed his eyes, "Why? You deliberately made her drunk. Do you still need me to tell you the
reason?"
George smiled, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes, "Mr. Murphy, I don't understand what
you are talking about. Please let me go. Violet and I are going back."
"Do you think I will let you go? I'll say it again. Give her to me!" Stanley stopped George and warned
him word by word.
George smiled slowly, and stared at him without fear, "What if I say no?"
Yes, he did deliberately get Violet drunk. When visiting the ward during the day, he accidentally heard
Ivan's mother and Ivan talking about that Violet and Stanley were very close recently. He couldn't bear
it anymore. He had been stayed by Violet’s side for five years. But he got nothing. She just knew
Stanley one or two months, then she got so close to Stanley.
So tonight, he cheated her out in the excuse of celebrating, just to get her. As long as he got her, she
would be with him, so he would never allow anyone to ruin his plan!
Thinking about it, George's eyes were fierce. His face was full of madness.
Henry, who was watching them, was taken aback by George. He was astonished.
It turned out that George, who was usually gentle, elegant and liked by patients, had such a side.
People like this basically had psychological problems. Did George have it?
Henry looked at George suspiciously.
George noticed it and gave him a cold look.
Henry was shivering all over by George’s sight. As if being stared at by a poisonous snake, Henry
couldn't help but shudder.
"You have no right to say no." Stanley had no time to care about what happened to Henry. He stretched
out his hand to grab Violet's wrist, trying to drag her from George's arms.
Although Stanley was fast, George was not slow. At the moment Violet was dragged by Stanley,
George grabbed Violet's other hand.
Violet was pulled around by the two of them, swaying from side to side, feeling dizzy. She groaned
uncomfortably.
Henry couldn’t stand it anymore. He took a step forward and put his hand on the hands of George and
Violet. He smiled and broke George’s hand free little by little, "Dr. Joe, I heard you have a paper, which
has already published. How about we discuss it?"
As he said, he winked at Stanley and told Stanley to take Violet away quickly.
How could George not know that Henry was giving Stanley a chance to leave? He looked at Henry
fiercely, "Go away!"
"No!" Henry lowered his head to glance at his small body. Although he knew that he might not be able
to beat George, he still bit the bullet to resist George.
After taking a deep look at Henry, Stanley picked up Violet, and walked away under George's
murderous gaze.
In the parking lot, Fraser saw Stanley approaching with a person in his arms from a long distance.
After approaching, he saw that the person in Stanley's arms was Violet. Then he opened his mouth in
surprise, "Mr. Murphy, why was Violet here?"
Stanley didn't answer. He stuffed Violet into the car and directly ordered, "Drive!"
"Yes." Fraser responded and started the car.
Suddenly, he saw two people in the rearview mirror rushing towards this side. He turned around and
asked Stanley, "Mr. Murphy, it is Dr. Baxter and Dr. Joe. Should we wait for them?"
Stanley glanced out of the car window. It was obvious that Henry didn't stop George, so George came
here. Stanley pursed his thin lips and said, "No, just go!"
Fraser nodded, stepped on the accelerator and left the parking lot.
On the way, Violet became more and more drunk. She was quiet now, but the next second she
suddenly laughed.
Fraser looked in the back seat through the mirror of the sun visor, and said in amazement, "Mr. Murphy,
Violet is about to do something crazy."
Stanley glanced at Violet, who was beside him. Seeing her smiling dumbly and stupidly, he frowned
slightly, "Drive faster."
"Okay." Fraser responded.
The speed of the car suddenly increased. Violet couldn’t sit still and was swayed onto the seat.
Stanley put down the phone and pulled her up.
But she hugged his hand and leaned against him.
Stanley was tense, "What are you doing?"
Violet blinked in confusion, "I'm thirsty. I want to drink water..."
"Fraser." Stanley knocked on the back of the driver's seat.
Fraser shrugged helplessly, "Mr. Murphy, this is a new car. I haven't had time to get the stuff yet."
Hearing this, Stanley was silent for two seconds before speaking again, "Hold on. You can drink after
we get home."
"No, I want it now." Violet suddenly lost her temper and patted the leather seat under her with an
unhappy expression on her face.
It was the first time that Stanley saw her like this. He raised his eyebrows, "I said there is no water!"
"You lied to me! There is obviously water, and jelly." Violet pointed at him almost crying.
"Jelly?" Stanley frowned, "Where is the jelly?"
"Here." Violet knelt on the back seat. In Stanley's suspicious eyes, she stretched out her hands to hold
his face, and bit towards his lips.
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