It took about a few minutes of crying before Violet stopped.
Linda pulled her out of the hospital and told her to sit by the flower bed for a moment while she went to
a nearby milk tea shop and bought two cups of hot milk.
"Here." Linda handed one of the cups to Violet.
Violet reached out to take it and thanked her with a breathless voice.
Linda sat next to her, "Violet, what's the deal with this kid?"
Violet held the milk in both hands, the milk was hot, warming her palms but not her heart at the
moment.
She took a deep breath and answered in a sad voice, "The doctor said that the child in my belly is
developmentally deformed and will be born with either a missing arm or leg, a missing organ, a
vegetable or a stillborn baby, and advised me to remove it."
"What?" Linda was stunned.
The situation was actually this serious!
"Violet, you agreed?" Linda asked, looking at Violet's belly.
Violet shook her head, "I couldn't, but with this child's situation, it's obviously impossible not to say yes."
"That's true." Linda nodded.
Violet closed her eyes, "Linda, what do you think I should do now? I don't even know how to tell
Stanley, if he knows the baby is in this condition, will he blame me?"
After all, it was her fault that the baby had turned out the way it had in her belly.
She was really quite afraid of seeing Stanley's reproachful eyes.
Linda patted the back of Violet's hand, "I don't think Mr. Murphy will, he loves you so much, knowing the
child's situation, he'll only be heartbroken."
"Really?" Violet looked up at her.
Linda's eyes flickered sheepishly for a moment, "Well ...... I don't dare to guarantee it, after all, I don't
know Mr. Murphy well, but it's likely to be true, Violet, don't worry."
Violet let out a bitter smile, "It doesn't matter he blame me, after all, it was indeed me who made the
child like this, but I don't understand, why did it suddenly have such a problem?"
Linda blinked, "Could the hospital have gotten it wrong?"
"I don't think so, the hospital yesterday and the hospital just now both said there is something wrong
with the baby, there's no way they could both be mistaken." Violet shook her head.
She hoped there was a mistake.
But that was unlikely now.
But Linda was not resigned to fate and pulled Violet up, "Nothing is absolute, what if they really are
mistaken? Come on, let's go to another hospital."
With that, she pulled Violet and got into the car.
Two hours later, Linda came out of the third hospital with an even paler Violet.
At this point, Linda could no longer say that the hospital had gotten it wrong.
Two hospitals got it wrong. What about the fifth hospital?
"Violet ......" Linda looked at Violet worriedly.
Violet shook her head wearily, "I'm fine, this baby is exactly like what Dr. Pitre said, it seems like it really
can't be kept. I just don't know how to tell Stanley."
"Just say it straight, I think he will always understand." Linda sighed.
Violet's lips twitched and she didn't say anything.
In the evening, Violet dialed Stanley's number.
It happened to be in the morning in the country at this time.
Stanley heard the phone ring, an arm stretched out from the covers, touched the phone on the bed,
and put it to his ear without opening his eyes, "Hello?"
Listening to the man's tired voice, Violet bit her lower lip, "It's me, did I wake you up?"
Stanley abruptly opened his eyes, glanced at it, confirmed it was Violet, rubbed his temples and replied
with a light laugh, "No, why are you calling me so early?"
"I miss you." Violet said as she sat on the couch.
Stanley's pupils shrank, then he hung up the phone and sent a video chat invitation over.
Violet was still surprised at that he suddenly hung up, but after seeing the video invitation, she smiled
and answered it.
She looked at the man's face with dark circles under his eyes on the other end of the video and
furrowed her brow, "Didn't you get enough sleep?"
Stanley's eyes flickered slightly, as he just about to speak, Violet interrupted him, "No lying, tell the
truth, did you not sleep well?"
Stanley had to be honest, "Pretty much."
Because of the other murderer, it kept him uneasy.
He had been looking up the murderer last night, which was why he did not get enough sleep.
"What time did you sleep last night?" Violet asked again.
Stanley's gaze fell sheepishly, "Four o'clock."
Violet huffed angrily, "So you've only been asleep for two hours now?"
Stanley chuckled, "That's enough already."
"What, you're an old man in your thirties, and you still think you're a young man in your twenties, huh?"
Violet glared at him.
Stanley was suddenly unhappy.
What was wrong with him being over 30?
He was not old.
How he seemed to be an old man to her?
"Whether I'm an old man or not, you'll know after you gave birth." Stanley narrowed his eyes and gazed
at the woman in the video.
If it were usual, Violet would have laughed at his comment and then blushed.
But now, she couldn't smile or blush, dropping her eyelids, the downcastness around her clearly visible.
Stanley looked at her like something was wrong, and his eyebrows knitted up, "What's wrong?"
"Stanley, I ......" Violet looked at him, wanting to say something, but she couldn't say it.
Stanley's face softened as he encouraged, "It's okay, just say it out, I will there for you."
Hearing these words, Violet's heart warmed up.
She sniffled and looked up slightly, holding back her tears as she sobbed, "I'm sorry Stanley, we may
not be able to keep the baby."
"What?" Stanley's face changed, "What do you mean, what happened to you? Are you in danger again,
so the baby ......"
"No, it's ......" Violet squeezed her palms and told the story of her daytime checkup at the hospital.
Stanley was stunned after hearing that.
The baby was actually deformed?
Violet looked at Stanley without responding, sullen and silent, and her heart gradually grew tense and
uneasy.
"Stanley, I'm sorry, it's all my fault."
"No, it's not you, it's me." Stanley cut off Violet's apology, "It was me who was taking the medicine
before, maybe that child is having such problems because of the medicine."
When Violet heard that he didn't blame her, she was relieved, "So will I have abortion?"
She rubbed her belly.
Stanley squeezed his phone tightly, forcing down the hatred inside him and nodded, "The child is
already deformed, so we can’t have it. It's not good for your body if you carry it, but wait until I come
over to accompany you for the abortion."
"Ok." Violet nodded, but in her heart she still felt sorry for him, "I'm sorry, Stanley, for letting you lose
your first child, I'm really sorry."
"It's okay, we'll have a healthy child in the future." Stanley soothed her.
After that, Stanley talked with Violet for a while before hanging up.
After hanging up, he called Fraser and asked Fraser to teach Sam a lesson.
If Sam hadn't drugged him and caused him to lose his fertility, he wouldn't have taken the medication.
His child would not have problems because of it, so it was Sam's fault.
She rubbed her belly.
Stanley squeezed his phone tightly, forcing down the hatred inside him and nodded, "The child is
already deformed, so we can't have it. It's not good for your body if you carry it, but wait until | come
over to accompany you for the abortion."
"Ok." Violet nodded, but in her heart she still felt sorry for him, "I'm sorry, Stanley, for letting you lose
your first child, I'm really sorry."
"It's okay, we'll have a healthy child in the future." Stanley soothed her.
After that, Stanley talked with Violet for a while before hanging up.
After hanging up, he called Fraser and asked Fraser to teach Sam a lesson.
If Sam hadn't drugged him and caused him to lose his fertility, he wouldn't have taken the medication.
His child would not have problems because of it, so it was Sam's fault.
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