Violet knew that he was going to bandage her hands. She shook her head, and put her hands to her
back, "No need, Mr. Murphy. It's just some minor injuries, not serious."
"Not serious?" Stanley's eyes were cold. He pulled her wrist directly, turning her palm over.
Her palms were bloody and fleshy. Even her flesh turned out. It was frightening to look at. Fraser
couldn't help but gasped.
"Isn't it serious?" Stanley looked at Violet with a gloomy face.
Jessie, who was a seat away from him, heard him, finally stopped staring at the door of the emergency
room, turned her head and looked at Violet's palms.
Seeing that the palms of her hands were almost covered by glass fragments, she pursed her lips and
persuaded, "Violet, just listen to Mr. Murphy. You are a designer. Your hands can't be hurt."
Jessie’s words immediately made Violet compromise. After nodding, Violet obediently sat down in the
position where Stanley had just patted.
Stanley's face eased a lot. He opened the bag and took out the stuff. Then he began to clean and
disinfect the wound on the palms of her hands.
Fraser and Jessie were not idle either. One handed cotton swab and the other cut the bandages. Violet
became the only idler who was also being served.
After the bandage, Stanley let go of Violet's hands, "Okay, don't get them wet for a short time. Or you
will get inflammation."
Violet touched the back of her hand and nodded repeatedly, "I see."
She could still vaguely feel the temperature in the palm of his hand on the back of her hand.
"Go to investigate George's car accident. See it’s accidental or… Besides, go to police station, letting
them deal with George's car." Stanley fastened the bag and handed it to Fraser.
After Fraser took it, just when he was about to answer, Jessie squeezed him away, stood in front of
Stanley, and bowed deeply to Stanley, "Thank you, Mr. Murphy."
Stanley looked at Jessie, who had such a big reaction, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows.
Did this woman have that kind of feelings for George?
Seeming to understand Stanley's thoughts, Violet nodded to him.
A gleam of light flashed in Stanley's eyes, but it was fleeting. Stanley replied faintly, "No need."
Jessie straightened up, returned to the previous position and sat down, and continued to wait for the
result.
After a long time, the light on the door of the emergency room finally went out.
Jessie was the first to notice it. After she was refreshed, she immediately stood in the middle of the
door. Her eyes fixed on the crack of the door.
The door was opened and Henry came out from inside.
Jessie grabbed him, "Doctor, how is George?"
Henry was taken aback by her fierce reaction. When he was about to ask who she was, he saw
Stanley and Violet behind her. Then he knew that she was Violet’s friend, so he gently pulled out his
hand and replied, “Don’t worry. He's fine. It's just a few broken ribs and some concussions. He will
recover in a month or two."
"Really?" Jessie put her hand on her chest and smiled.
Violet walked to her and patted her on the shoulder, "Jessie, so great. George is fine."
"Yeah." Jessie buried her head on Violet's chest and cried happily.
Violet patted her back and coaxed silently.
Stanley watched this scene expressionlessly. Especially when he saw the location where Jessie buried
her head, his eyes darkened. The aura around his body became tense.
Henry noticed it. Then he looked at Stanley with a smile, his eyes full of teasing.
"Stanley, I really don’t know you even felt jealous of women." Henry reached Stanley's ear and said in a
low voice.
Stanley knocked Henry away coldly with his elbow.
Henry was bumped into the ribs, groaned in pain, covered his stomach and bent down.
Hearing it, Violet and Jessie both looked at him.
"Dr. Baxter, what's wrong with you?" Violet asked curiously.
Henry glanced at Stanley, whose face was still cold, and forced a smile, "I'm fine, but my stomach hurts
a bit. I have something else to do. Dr. Joe will be transferred to the general ward soon. You can visit
him in the ward soon."
"Okay, thank you." Jessie nodded gratefully.
Henry waved his hand, gave Stanley a look of "you are really cruel" and left.
Ten minutes later, as Henry said, George was pushed out and sent to the general ward.
After entering the ward, Jessie stayed by the bedside of George, holding his hand, looking at him with
affection and concern.
Violet stood aside and did not disturb her.
Stanley leaned on the door frame of the ward, squinted his eyes and looked at Violet in the distance.
Seeing her self-blaming and helpless appearance, he pursed his thin lips, temporarily dispelling the
thought of leaving.
Forget it! Just stay here with her for a while. He didn’t return to Ivy’s ward until she felt better.
None of the three people at the scene spoke. In the huge ward, there were no other voices except the
ticking of electronic instruments.
It wasn't until Violet's phone rang that the silence in the ward was broken.
Violet quickly took the phone out of her bag. Stanley glanced down at her screen. It was the call from
‘home’.
It should be Lily, or Calvin.
Sure enough, after Violet answered the call, she said, "Hey, Calvin."
"Mommy, this is Arya, where are you? Why are you not coming back? Brother and I are hungry." Arya's
soft voice came, making people feel so cute.
Violet's face was full of sorry, "I'm sorry, baby. Mommy has forgotten."
Stanley looked at her in surprise.
She didn't plan to tell the two children about George?
"Well, I forgive Mommy, but when will Mommy be back?" Arya asked with pouting.
Calvin stood next to her, and put his ear on the landline microphone with her. But where he put was on
the back of the microphone.
Violet checked her watch, only to realize that it was already one o'clock in the afternoon. No wonder the
two children were hungry.
Just as Violet was about to answer that she would be back in a while, Jessie by the hospital bed turned
her head and said, "Violet, go back first."
"But George..." Violet's eyes fell on the hospital bed.
Stanley narrowed his eyes.
She planned to stay here to take care of him?
"It doesn't matter. I’m here. The two children are at home. Can you rest assured to leave them home?"
Jessie smiled at Violet.
Violet didn’t know what to say.
She was really not at ease to leave two children at home.
"All right! I'll come later." Violet said.
Jessie gave a hmm, then turned her head back.
Violet picked up the bag and looked up at Stanley, "Mr. Murphy, will you leave?"
Stanley nodded, "Of course."
He didn't want to see George. Besides, he was not familiar with Jessie. So why did he stay here?
The reason why he stayed here for so long was also because of her.
The two gently closed the door of the ward and went out.
In the elevator, Stanley proposed to drive her back, but Violet resolutely rejected it.
It was just because George drove her back, he had a car accident. She still had psychological shadow.
So she didn’t dare to let him drive her back.
What if something went wrong when he drove her back?
Violet was so stubborn. Then Stanley didn't know what to do, so he could only watch her take a taxi.
Not long after she left, Fraser came back after dealing with the matter.
"How about it? Have you checked it out?" Stanley asked quietly as he went to Ivy's ward.
Fraser followed him and replied with a frown, "Yeah. It’s intentional."
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