Instead of telling her, his wife, the address, Stanley told Ivy.
No wonder she returned to the villa and didn't see Ivy, so Ivy had come here.
Ivy didn't expect the person at the door to be Violet, she first froze and then smiled, "Miss Hunt, what
are you doing here?"
She asked, sounding like a hostess.
Violet squeezed her palms.
She had come here to tell Stanley that they were wrong about the murderer.
But now it didn't seem like it was necessary.
Violet didn't reply, dropping her eyelids to hide the sadness in her eyes as she turned away.
Ivy didn't speak a word but smiled smugly and simply closed the door.
Henry came with a glass of wine, "Ivy, who were you talking to?"
"It's the property management staff." Ivy replied with a smile, and then took his arm, "Hasn’t Stanley
back yet?"
"No, he has just finished his meeting and told us to wait here for him."
"Ok." Ivy nodded.
Violet returned to her car, physically and mentally exhausted, slumped over the steering wheel, eyes
slightly closed.
She came over in high spirits, wanting to tell Stanley about the murderer, so that she could have a talk
to him and make them closer.
But she didn't expect the truth to be so ironic. She came here and instead of seeing him, she saw Ivy,
who acted like a hostess.
Since the moment Stanley's attitude towards her had cooled down, he had become close to Ivy again,
just like when they weren't married.
What, exactly, was he thinking?
Violet could not figure out and drove off.
No sooner had she left than a black Maybach pulled up.
Fraser looked ahead in confusion, "Mr. Murphy, I think I saw Mrs. Murphy's car."
The man in the back seat, who had his eyes closed, opened his eyes and looked ahead, yet he didn't
see anything, and the look in his eyes couldn't tell if he was disappointed or not.
"Pick me up at eight tomorrow morning." Dropping this, Stanley opened the door and got out of the car,
walking towards the building.
Back at the house, it was Henry who opened the door.
Remembering what Fraser had just said, Stanley asked in a deep voice, "Violet came by?"
"No." Henry subconsciously replied "What makes you think she was here?"
Stanley didn't say anything anymore and walked straight to the living room.
Ivy saw him and got up joyfully, "You're back, Stanley."
Stanley nodded.
Ivy poured water for him and was very enthusiastic.
Henry saw that and his eyes darkened.
Ivy was really still in love with Stanley.
Whenever the three of them were together, she completely ignored him as her boyfriend.
He was even wondering why she was with him.
Henry lowered his eyes and walked over, with a smile on his cute face, "Stanley, what did you call us
over for?"
Stanley pinched his brow, "I called you here for Ivy's recovery banquet."
"Didn't you say your grandpa would arrange it?" Henry was puzzled.
Stanley nodded, "He had a sudden stroke a few days ago and was admitted to the hospital, so he can’t
do that."
"'What, he is hospitalized?" Ivy stood up in surprise.
Stanley frowned, "You don't know?"
Ivy's eyes flickered, she forced a smile, "He didn't tell me, probably because he was afraid I'd worry,
after all, I'm not feeling well."
That was true.
Stanley didn't doubt it and returned his gaze, "Now that he can't make the arrangements, you're Ivy's
boyfriend, so it's up to you to make the arrangements, and I'll assist you."
"Ok." Henry nodded his head in response.
Ivy lowered her head with resignation.
She didn't want Henry to arrange it, but Stanley had said that Henry was her boyfriend.
If she refused, Stanley and Henry would doubt her.
Henry had been watching Ivy and he had seen discontent in her eyes. He clenched his fist, but said
nothing.
After that, Henry took a call to have surgery and left.
He had wanted to send Ivy back before he left, but Ivy refused on the pretext that she wanted to go
shopping.
Henry wasn't sure if she was to go shopping or just didn't want to leave Stanley, his face looked gloomy
as he walked away.
Ivy didn't love him, so naturally she couldn't be concerned about him.
"Stanley, can you go shopping with me?" Ivy looked at Stanley with expectation.
Stanley frowned, "I have two video conferences later, I'll ask the driver to accompany you."
Hearing that, Ivy lowered her head with a gloomy look, "Forget it, I'll just go by myself."
With that, she stood up.
Stanley suddenly thought of something and called out to her, "Wait a minute."
Ivy was happy, thinking that he was going to accompany her, and she turned around in a hurry.
Stanley was expressionless, "Did you contact Ivan?"
He had wanted to ask a long time ago, but he had forgotten about it until now because he had been
thinking about how to get along with Violet.
When Ivy heard Stanley's words, her pupils contracted, she was panicked, but on the surface, she tried
to remain calm, "Yeah, how did you know?"
Without telling her how he knew, Stanley pursed his lips and asked again, "Why?"
He and Ivy had grown up together, but she and Ivan hadn't.
She had been somewhat afraid of Ivan, so he didn't know why she contacted Ivan.
Ivy waved her hand and answered with an innocent look, "He came to me, not I came to him."
She was telling the truth.
It was indeed Ivan who had called her the other day, and she had been surprised at the time.
"What did he say to you?" Stanley gazed at Ivy.
Ivy ruffled her wig, "Asked me something about Miss Hunt."
"Violet?" Stanley's face was grim.
Ivy nodded, "Miss Hunt seemed to ignore him, so he contacted me, just to ask me if Miss Hunt has got
well. They fell off the cliff together, so I talked to him ......"
She stopped and looked at him.
Stanley's brow furrowed, "What?"
"Stanley, don't you think Ivan paid too much attention to Miss Hunt, and he sounded worried at that
time. Does he fall in love with Miss Hunt?" A sly glint flashed in Ivy's eyes.
Stanley didn't see it and he felt silence, with a grim face.
Ivan kidnapped Violet and tried to die with her.
However, after that, Ivan spared Violet and even informed Stanley to find Violet, which clearly showed
that Ivan cared about Violet and didn't want Violet to die.
Ivy raised the corner of her mouth and lowered her eyes as she added, "I wonder what happened
between them at the bottom of the cliff. Ivan never did such a thing before, but as soon as he returned,
he started to care about Miss Hunt, so there must be something between them that we don't know
about."
"That's enough!" Stanley clenched his fist and interrupted her in an angry voice, "There's nothing
between them!"
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