Violet looked at Stanley, "Honey, I'm going inside, I'll find you later."
Stanley stood up, "Go ahead, I'll go to the meeting."
Violet gave him a hug and walked away with that designer.
This walk was more lively than any of the previous rounds of the competition, with more spectators
coming to watch, as well as the media filming than usual.
These were some people who apparently heard about the fashion industry reform and came to watch.
Violet stood with the designers of Group A and watched the runway on stage.
The clothes in this show, although not as flashy as usual, were more shocking than usual, because
designing clothes for disables were supposed to test the designer's ability and merit.
So when designer clothes were on these models were eye-striking.
Of course, there were shocks and sighs, some of the designs fit the models on stage, while others
looked ugly.
Therefore Violet all heard the cries of many designers coming from around.
"These people are definitely not crying about their designs." Elena was closest to Violet and whispered
after looking around at the crying people once.
Violet nodded, "Actually, there's nothing wrong with their design, it would definitely look good on a
normal person, but it wouldn't fit on these deformed models, so they're crying about those models,
blaming them for ruining their design."
"That's why I despise them to have the nerve to blame the models for ruining their designs, this
competition is supposed to be us catering to the models and designing based on them, not the models
catering to us. They got the concept all backwards." Elena bristled, disdainfully.
Violet smiled and didn't say anything else.
Yeah, these crybaby designers have gotten even the most basic concepts wrong.
And of course Elena despised them.
Soon, the runway was over and the judges began to deliberate on the final results.
All designers were nervous during this period.
So was Violet.
She wasn't nervous about herself though, she was nervous about her teammates.
There were three designers in Group A who were really not suitable for designing clothes for disables,
so the clothes designed did not look good.
So she was nervous about the work of these three designers, how much they would score, and
whether they would pull down the average score for Group A.
Because with something like an average score, a point less could make them be eliminated.
Time passed, and finally, it came time for the result to be revealed.
The host came on stage with the list and began announcing the final results.
Group A had an average score of 9.28, then Group B, was 9.27, and Group C ......
As the host read further down the page, Violet's mood became more and more relaxed.
Until now, no group had scored higher than group A. Thus, it was clear that the host read the scores
according to the higher or lower scores.
Sure enough, she was in a strong designer team.
Group A was the strongest group among all the designers, which was scored the highest, followed by
group B, and group E was eliminated.
That was how the round came to an end.
The designers who did not eliminated were relieved and started cheering, even discussing going out for
a night of drinks for celebration.
Violet didn't go, and the other designers didn't force her, because they knew that she was pregnant.
"Mr. Murphy." Violet had just walked out of the competition avenue when she was called out by Fraser.
Violet twisted her head, "You've been waiting here for me?"
"Yes, Mr. Murphy asked me to wait for you here, Mrs. Murphy. Mr. Murphy is still in a meeting and
asked me to take you to the car first." Fraser said with a smile.
Violet nodded, "Thank you, Fraser."
Fraser shook her head, "You're welcome, Mrs. Murphy."
He made a gesture of invitation.
Violet followed him and went to the parking lot.
After two minutes in the car, the cell phone in her purse rang, from the mental hospital.
Knowing that it could be Phoebe, Violet answered it, "Hello."
"Can I talk to Mrs. Murphy?" The nurse on the other end of the phone inquired.
Violet nodded, "It's me."
"Miss Pennie's surgery has been completed and she has been transferred back to our hospital." The
nurse said.
Violet ruffled her hair, "I see, how is she now?"
"She's not awake yet." The nurse replied.
Violet nodded, "Okay, I'll leave her in your care then."
"Don't worry, Mrs. Murphy."
The call was over.
Violet put the phone down.
The car door opened and Stanley came in from outside, "Who's calling?"
"From the mental hospital, Phoebe just finished her abortion in the hospital and was picked up by the
mental hospital, so I was informed by the mental hospital." Violet put her phone in her bag, "Finished
the meeting?"
"Yes, but there's a meeting in Y Country tomorrow." Stanley replied.
Violet sighed, "It's so hard."
Stanley smiled, "Well, let's go back first."
Violet nodded with a smile.
The villa was very lively that night, as the family of four was reunited, plus Steven and Linda were
there.
The next day, though, the villa began to change back to its previous appearance.
Stanley went to Y Country, and Steven also left, after the exhibition, he followed the painting group to
the next country for exhibition.
So the villa was quite again?
On this day, Violet took Arya and Calvin to the park near the villa, mainly to take the two children out for
some air.
All this time, Arya had been lying in bed for a long time, so she was naturally happy to be out.
Violet was tired after walking around the park with the two kids.
Arya saw a swan boat in the lake ahead and was very eager to go.
Violet hadn't wanted to let her go, but looking at her pitiful look, she agreed and let Calvin take her
there.
Now Arya was able to get down and walk around, just not for long.
But it was okay to be in her wheelchair for a boat trip on the lake.
The two children bought their tickets and boarded the boat, and the boat got into the middle of the lake.
Violet sat in the gazebo on the shore, staring at the two children's little boat with unblinking eyes.
Suddenly, a hand came up from behind and covered her eyes.
"Guess who I am!" A low, playful voice came.
Violet heard the voice and her body instantly froze, "Ivan!"
"You are right, it seems that you really do have me in your heart." Ivan let go of his hand.
She immediately got up and took a few steps away from him before stopping, then looked at him warily,
"Why are you here?"
It was a park near the villa.
Wasn't he afraid of being caught by Stanley's men when he showed up here?
Ivan smiled, and then sat down where she just sat, "I miss you, so I came to see you."
Violet laughed coldly, "I will never believe that you don't have an agenda."
Ivan sighed, "I'm telling the truth, Violet, I really miss you, why don't you believe me?"
"Boring!" Violet's eyes narrowed and she turned to leave.
Ivan called out to her, "Violet, Violet, I just came and you have to leave, it's too much to break my heart,
can't you sit down and talk with me?"
Violet kept her footsteps, "I have nothing to say to you."
"Oh?" The corner of Ivan's mouth curled up, "Look at the middle of the lake, and now you have nothing
to say to me?"
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