Jessie froze suddenly. Finally, she lowered her head, stirring the soup in the bowl with a sad face, and
stopped talking.
Violet sighed secretly when she looked at Jessie like this. She walked over and patted Jessie on the
shoulder, and then replied, "I met an acquaintance on the way back, so I delayed for a while."
"Who?" George pretended not to see Violet's comfort to Jessie, still smiling gently.
Violet didn't conceal it, and pointed to the downstairs, "Miss Ellis."
"Ivy?" George's eyes behind his glasses narrowed, "What did she say?"
"Nothing. She asked me why I didn't protect my eyes well." Violet shrugged her shoulders.
George frowned thoughtfully.
Jessie took a spoon and fed it to his mouth.
He leaned back his neck and pushed the spoon again to indicate that he would not drink anymore.
Jessie looked at the half bowl of chicken soup left, but didn't persuade him. She knew that he would not
drink it even if she persuaded him. Maybe she would make him angry. So she put the bowl down with a
wry smile.
"Violet, why did she ask you to protect your eyes?" George didn't care about whether he would be too
ruthless to Jessi. He looked at Violet and asked.
Violet shook her head, "I don't know. She said that my eyes are very beautiful. She told me last month
that I must protect my eyes. She just learned that my eyes are inflamed, and then she was mad, as if I
did something wrong."
Thinking of Ivy's crazy look at the time, Violet couldn't help but shuddered.
Ivy at that time was no different from a lunatic.
"I see!" George's hand placed under the quilt clenched tightly, eyes full of gloom.
Ivy actually wanted Violet’s cornea!
"George, what do you know?" Jessie looked at George and asked.
Violet also nodded, expressing that she wanted to know.
George looked directly at Violet, "Your cornea!"
"Cornea?" Violet was stunned. Her eyes widened in disbelief in the next second, "George, you mean,
she wants my cornea, so she asked me to protect my eyes?"
"Yes, except for this reason, I can't explain why she became irritated when she saw your eyes." George
nodded.
Jessie swallowed her saliva, "OMG! Ivy still wants to take the cornea of a living person? It is illegal!"
"I also don't think this is possible." Violet shook her head in shock, "Dr. Baxter has already booked the
cornea for Miss Ellis. How could she want my cornea?"
George knew that it was hard for her to believe it. After all, this kind of thing was indeed too
outrageous, so he didn’t mean to let her believe it. He just pushed his glasses and seriously reminded,
“It doesn’t matter whether Ivy wants your cornea or not. Violet, you must be careful and stay away from
her."
"Yes, Violet, not only her, but also people related to Mr. Murphy. Don't get close to them." Jessie also
looked at Violet and echoed.
Violet clenched her fists and gave a vigorous hmm, "I see."
Her heartbeat at this time was still a little faster. She couldn't calm down.
Because George's words really scared her.
At this moment, a nurse knocked on the door suddenly. Then she opened the door and poked her head
in, "Miss Robinson, it's nine o'clock. It's time for Dr. Joe to take his temperature."
"It's nine o'clock?" Jessie glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside in astonishment. Seeing that the
hour hand was indeed pointing to nine o'clock, she couldn't help but patted her forehead, "Time flies so
fast. I didn't even realize it was so late. Come in."
The nurse nodded with a smile, and walked in with the cart.
Violet watched her take off a thermometer to take George's body temperature. She didn't plan to stay
here. She picked up the bag beside the bed and said goodbye, "George, Jessie, I should also take my
two children home."
"I'll walk you outside the hospital." Jessie got up.
With a thermometer in his mouth, George couldn't speak, but looked at Violet.
Violet smiled and waved her hand, "No need. You just stay here to take care of George. We can go by
ourselves."
After that, she went to the sofa and beckoned to two children who was drinking chicken soup while
watching the cartoon, "Calvin, Arya, we are going back."
"Okay." Calvin replied, and immediately turned off the phone and jumped off the sofa, pulling Arya to
Violet.
Violet asked the two children to say goodbye to Jessie and George. After saying goodbye, she took the
two children out of the ward and walked to the elevator.
As soon as they walked to the elevator, Violet saw Stanley leaning in front of the elevator door.
Arya shook Violet's hand away and ran towards Stanley happily, "Uncle Murphy."
Stanley smiled. He bent over to pick up the little girl.
The soft body of the little girl, and the smell of milk from her body, made his whole heart soft.
But this scene caused Violet to frown. She led Calvin to the father and daughter, and said faintly, "Mr.
Murphy, can you put my daughter down? We have to go back."
Stanley didn't do as Violet said. He tidied the braid for the little girl with one hand, and then looked at
her, "Why did it take so long to come out?"
Violet raised her eyebrows slightly, "Were you waiting for me here specifically?"
Stanley raised his chin without saying anything.
Unexpectedly, it really was!
Violet said in surprise, "Mr. Murphy, is there anything to look for me?"
"I apologize to you on behalf of Ivy for what happened outside the ophthalmology department." Stanley
put Arya down.
As soon as Arya landed, Calvin pulled her to his side.
Violet glanced at her son approvingly, and then asked, "Mr. Murphy waited for me, just wanting to
apologize for Miss Ellis?"
"Yes." Stanley nodded.
Violet smiled faintly, "Actually, Mr. Murphy, you don't have to do this. At the door of the ophthalmology
department, Miss Ellis already apologized to me."
"Ivy's apology was not sincere. I can see that you did not fully accept it." Stanley said, staring at Violet's
eyes.
Violet's eyes flickered, "I haven't completely accepted it, but it's okay. Mr. Murphy, we have to leave."
"Wait." Stanley stopped them
Violet frowned, "Anything else, Mr. Murphy?"
"I heard what you guys said in the ward just now." Stanley lowered his eyes and said quietly.
Violet froze.
Seeing her nervousness, Stanley said, "Don't worry. Ivy doesn't want your cornea."
He would not allow her to want it either.
"Uncle Murphy, what is the cornea?" Arya raised her head and suddenly asked Stanley.
Stanley looked down at her and was thinking about how to answer this kind of question to a child.
Calvin dragged Arya behind him and looked at her sternly, "It's adults' business. Don't ask
indiscriminately. "
"Oh." Arya pursed her mouth and responded. Then she stopped asking.
Violet did not pay attention to the two children, but was thinking about what Stanley had just said.
Hearing him say that Ivy didn’t want her cornea, she was really relieved. But thinking about Ivy's crazy
look, she still wasn't completely relieved. Her face was still calm. "How sure is Mr. Murphy that Miss
Ellis really doesn't want my cornea?"
Stanley put one hand in his pocket, "Because the cornea Ivy wants belongs to someone who is about
to die."
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