Violet decided to call George later to make an appointment for him to diagnose her.
After an unknown amount of time, the water in the bathtub cooled down, Violet stood up, took the bath
towel on a side shelf and wrapped it around her, and then walked out of the room.
Stanley was gone.
Violet's eyelids dropped, hiding the disappointment in her eyes, and she smiled to herself, "He left in
such a hurry."
She told him to go, and he did.
Violet walked over to the bed and saw the divorce agreement that had been torn into pieces on the
floor. She pursed her lips.
She could only go get more copies.
Violet sighed and squatted down, picking up the pieces on the ground.
At that moment there was a knock on the door, "Mrs. Murphy, come out to dinner."
"Ok." Violet answered and then went to the cloakroom to change her clothes.
After changing, she came downstairs to the dining room and was surprised to see the sumptuous meal
on the table, "Bella, how can I finish so much?"
Bella smiled, "I have cooked for Mr. Murphy and Miss Ellis too, I thought they would stay for dinner, but
I didn't expect them to leave anyway."
Violet frowned.
So, Ivy left with him?
Well, they were so inseparable.
"Are you ok, Mr. Murphy?" Seeing Violet did not look well, Bella asked with concern.
Violet shook her head, "I'm fine."
She gave a smile and picked up her forks for dinner.
Suddenly, she saw the steak, and a wave of nausea hit her.
Violet hurriedly put down her forks and bent down to cover her mouth.
She vomited so hard her face went pale.
Bella was frightened, "What's wrong with you, Murphy?"
"Bella, serve away the steak, and all the meat dishes." Violet waved her hand and said in a weak voice.
"Oh, ok." Bella hurriedly did as she was told and brought away all the meat.
Soon, the smell of meat dissipated and Violet's nausea finally eased a lot.
She took the glass of water handed to her by Bella and took several sips of water, and she then felt
much better.
"Murphy, are you okay?" Bella asked as she took the glass of water.
Violet shook her head, "Yeah."
"What happened to you, are you sick?" Bella looked at her.
Violet rubbed her belly with a smile, "No."
"Well ......" Bella watched her movements and realized something. In surprise, she raised her voice,
"You ...... You're pregnant?"
Violet nodded, "Yes, a month and a half or so."
"You have it checked?" Bella asked.
After all, last time there was a faux pregnancy.
This time, naturally, she had to double-check.
Violet nodded heavily, "Yes, and it's true."
"Wonderful." Bella's eyes warmed with excitement, "Mrs. Murphy, this is wonderful."
Violet smiled and didn't answer the question.
Bella hurriedly took out her phone.
Violet was nervous, "Bella, what are you doing?"
"I'll inform Mr. Murphy and tell him the good news, and he'll be happy to know about it." Bella said with
a smile.
Violet sank her face, "Bella, are you sure Stanley will be happy?"
"...... Mrs. Murphy, what do you mean by that?" Bella was confused.
Violet bit her lower lip, "Stanley is now bent on thinking that I'm the daughter of his enemy, that's why
he's so cold to me, if he now knows about the child in my belly, do you think, he'll keep it? He now even
thinks that marrying me was a mistake, so naturally, this child in my belly is also a mistake."
"Well ......" Bella calmed down completely, "It can't be, can it?"
"There's nothing that can't be, because I'm the daughter of his enemy, he won't necessarily keep this
child, and even if he does, will he love him?" Violet asked rhetorically, looking at Bella.
Bella opened her mouth, unable to say anything, and only after a long time did she say, "Then ...... then
what should we do now? When we shall tell him? We can't keep it from him forever, right?"
"No, let's wait ......" Violet said as she lowered her eyes.
Tomorrow, she was going to see his so-called proof.
After that, she could basically decide whether she would have an abortion, and whether she should
continue this marriage.
And she should urge detective to get the result.
"Ok, but I still want you to tell Mr. Murphy as soon as possible." Bella said.
Violet nodded and didn't say anything else.
Bella went back to the kitchen, ready to cook something suitable for pregnant women.
After eating, Violet rested in the living room for a while before leaving for the office.
By the end of the afternoon, she drove over to the detective's office to inquire about the findings.
The detective told her, "Miss Hunt, we've found out something about that incident eighteen years ago."
"Really, then my mom ......"
Knowing what Violet was going to ask, the detective replied, "We didn't find out that your mother had a
record of hitting people."
Violet was greatly surprised, "Great, I told you, there's no way my mom would hit someone."
Yet there was something strange about the detective's expression.
Violet saw it, her face slowly solidified, and her heart grew uneasy, "What's wrong?"
"Miss Hunt, it's true that we didn't find out that your mother hit someone, but eighteen years ago at the
scene of the car accident between Mr. and Mrs. Murphy, we found out that your mother was indeed
present."
Violet's pupils shrank and her lips quivered, "Just being present doesn't mean it's a bump, right?"
"Yes, but at the time, your mother was indeed testified by witnesses to hit someone and was also taken
away by the police officers for investigation, only for Jordan Murphy to step in later and bail your
mother out, that's why there is no record of the hit on your mother's file." The detective said.
Violet's body was cold.
The lack of a hit record was due to Jordan's bail.
So they were not sure if her mother had hit someone or not.
Suddenly, Violet thought of something and asked again, "Then did you guys find out what kind of car
my mom was driving back then? Since that witness said that my mom hit someone, my mom must
have been driving a car at that time, right?"
"Yes, your mother was driving a red car." The detective said.
Violet's brain suddenly felt like it had been struck by lightning, and she sat there dumbfounded and
motionless.
Red ......
Right up there with what Stanley said.
Violet suddenly burst into tears, "My mom hates red so much, how come she drove a red car?"
When the detective saw her like this, he had some sympathy, but still replied, "Miss Hunt, what makes
you think your mother hates red? Eighteen years ago, your mother's favorite color was red, it's only
later that she hated red, we learned that from our investigation, and it wasn't difficult to find out."
Violet was confused by the detective's words.
Yeah, why would she think her mom hated red?
She didn't remember her mom saying anything about hating the color red, but she just felt like she
hated it, why was that?
Violet suddenly felt that something was wrong, giving her an inexplicable sense of panic.
But she couldn't say what was wrong, and her heart was very heavy.
"These are what our firm has found out so far, because it's been a long time, the rest is not clear yet. If
you want to know more, she can ask your father, he should know a lot of things." The detective
suggested.
Violet clenched her palms.
It wasn't that she didn't know that Eason probably knew about what happened back then.
But she didn't want to see him, so she didn't consider going over to ask him.
But now ......
Violet took a breath and stood up, "I know, thank you."
"You're welcome."
The detective sent Violet outside.
Violet stood downstairs and looked up at the sky.
The sky was bright and clear, but she felt cold, not just physically, but mentally.
‘Mom, 18 years ago, did you really run someone over?’
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