One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis

Chapter 916 Livelier than Jimmy

"Okay." Violet said, "I'll do what I say, really!"

Lest he didn't believe her, she even held up three fingers in the shape of an oath.

Stanley pushed her hand back, "I believe you."

Violet smiled and leaned into his arms, "I knew my husband would believe me."

"Alright." Stanley rubbed her soft hair, "You sit down first, I'll go upstairs and change my clothes, I went

into a warehouse with someone during the day to check out the equipment and got a lot of dust on me,

I'll take a shower and come back down."

"Go on." Violet waved her hand, gesturing for him to hurry.

Stanley stood up, walked around the sofa, headed for the stairs and went upstairs.

Just as he reached the second floor, Stanley heard a sound of footsteps.

He looked up and saw George walking this way in a white suit with silver-rimmed glasses.

Stanley stopped and did not continue up the stairs, standing in place and watching George.

George also saw Stanley and paused in his steps, obviously not expecting to see Stanley here by such

a coincidence either.

But soon, George regained his composure and continued on, until he walked in front of Stanley, almost

two steps away from him, and only then did he come to a complete stop.

"Mr. Murphy, it's been a long time." George smiled at Stanley and extended his hand.

This smile seemed to go back to the gentle George when he first returned to the country.

But Stanley remained expressionless, dropping his eyes to glance at his hand, with no intention of

shaking his hand at all.

"It is quite a long time." Stanley narrowed his eyes, his voice clear and cold.

George also saw that he did not want to shake hands with him, so he calmly and freely put his hand

down as if nothing had happened, and put his hand back into his coat pocket, "Mr. Murphy, you don’t

seem to welcome my arrival, which is a bit strange to me, after all, I came over to help, did not you

agree to it?"

"I did agree, but that doesn't mean that I necessarily treat you well." Stanley said coldly.

George laughed, "Mr. Murphy, aren’t you afraid of offending me when you talk like that?"

"What? Offend you and you will leave?" Stanley narrowed his eyes, "If you want to leave, I won't hold

back, I can always hire another doctor."

"Oh? Henry?" George raised an eyebrow, "At this time of year, he's probably staying in some deep

forest, isn't he working as a traveling doctor?"

"Without him, there can be other doctors, in this world, there is no shortage of excellent doctors."

Stanley said in a cold voice.

George shrugged his shoulders, "Well, I forgot about your status, Mr. Murphy, and your status does

allow you to hire the best doctors in the world."

"So, you're leaving?" Stanley looked at him.

George smiled again, "Of course not, I'm here, not exactly to help you, most importantly, I'm here to

help Violet, she's my friend and there's no way I'm going to see anything happen to her."

"Since you said she was your friend, what did you do to her before, then?" Stanley suddenly became

irritated and grabbed his collar in one go, his face grim as he growled low.

He previously claimed to love Violet.

But what happened was that his love was shown in that way, kidnapping the child of the person he

loved and causing the child to have a car accident.

After such a big incident, not only did he repent and restrain, but getting crazier and crazier, even

burning her factory and designing his own car accidents just to get her to take care of him.

It was pretty disgusting to love like that.

Shouldn't loving someone be about making them whole and seeing them happy and joyful?

But this was not the case with George, whose love was clearly pushing people to the brink.

It was a good thing that this George didn't really love Violet, otherwise, that would be a real insult to the

word love.

"So that's how it is." George lowered his eyes, "I wondered why you are so angry, it turns out that you

are here to settle my previous accounts."

"You almost killed my child, if my wife hadn't already decided not to pursue the matter, I definitely

wouldn't have let you go." Stanley's eyes contained murderous intent as he looked at him, his voice

was as cold as if it came from a cold hell, causing people to shiver.

But George didn't change in the slightest, unafraid to face Stanley, "What happened in the past was

indeed my fault, and I have reflected on it, so I am here this time, not so much for Violet, but rather as

to say that it is just to atone for what I have done in the past."

"Let's hope so." Stanley snorted coldly, then pushed him violently.

George stumbled as he was pushed by Stanley, taking two steps backwards, and if he hadn't held onto

the railing of the stairs in time, he would have almost fallen.

Stanley looked at him coldly, then ignored him and withdrew his gaze to go up to the third floor.

Upstairs was his and Violet's room, no one else was allowed to come up without permission.

George stood there, watching Stanley's back until it disappeared, before shaking his head and giving a

meaningful laugh, "It's really scary."

With those words, he did not stay where he was and turned to go downstairs.

Violet was sitting in the living room, holding a small baby in her arms. A plump woman, who was

standing respectfully behind her, was also looking down at the baby in her arms, holding a rattle in her

hand and shaking it twice every now and then.

The small baby in Violet's arms heard the rattling sound and his big, dark eyes opened, then opened its

little mouth and made an adorable sound, as if it was speaking.

When Marry saw this, she smiled and said, "Look, Mrs. Murphy, Jimmy wants to talk."

"Yeah." Violet looked at her little son in her arms, a gentle motherly smile filling her face.

She used a tissue to gently wipe away the drool that had escaped from the corner of Jimmy's mouth,

and said gently, "Baby, do you want to call out to Mommy? Come on, say Mommy!"

"Mrs. Murphy, Jimmy is still young and can't do that." Marry laughed. NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Violet turned her head and smiled at her, "I know, I'm coaxing the child, I also know that Jimmy is still

early to talk, at least after one year old, and the doctor said that because Jimmy was born prematurely,

the vocal cords are delayed, I'm afraid that after one year old, he may not even be able to talk."

"It's okay, Mrs. Murphy, the doctor said Jimmy is just late in speaking, it's not like he can't speak, he'll

get better." Marry said comfortingly.

Violet nodded, "You're right."

She lowered her head, smiled again and began to tease the little one in her arms.

"Jimmy is much lazier than his brother and sister." Violet added as she gently stroked Jimmy's little

cheeks.

Puzzled, Marry asked, "What do you mean, Mrs. Murphy?"

Violet gently patted Jimmy's back, "When Calvin and Ayra were little, they were notoriously active, and

when they were about Jimmy’s age, they couldn't sit up or even turn over in their swaddling clothes, but

those little hands and feet kept moving around, making a mess of the swaddling clothes, and as soon

as they were tidied up, they messed up again. My Mum was so tired."

When she said that, she couldn't help but smile, and her eyes flashed with a hint of nostalgia.

The memory was still there, but the person was gone.

Marry didn't know what Violet had thought of, only hearing her description, she covered her lips and

laughed, "Then Calvin and Ayra are indeed much more lively than Jimmy."