Daddy! Mommy Is Pregnant Again

Chapter 401 Test Results

Vera nodded, "I also think it's someone I know, if I'm right, it should be someone from the circle, for only someone from the circle can promise that much money."

Violet raised her eyes to look at the man beside her, and then withdrew her gaze, "Which rich ladies have you befriended in the circle before?"

They could check them one by one.

She was sure that she would be able to find that woman out.

In fact, Violet already had a suspected candidate in mind.

That was Ivy.

Ivy had completely revealed her true face and was not the gentle girl she had seen in the hospital before, but a true snake.

So Ivy was possible to kill her, and what happened on the stairs that night was proof of that.

Vera followed Violet's words and spoke out the names of those ladies she used to know, whether they were familiar or unfamiliar.

Violet recorded because there were many names for her to remember.

Stanley took all these names to his heart and decided to have Fraser looked them up.

Soon, Vera finished.

Violet, however, frowned.

There was no Ivy.

Of these people, Vera didn't mention Ivy.

In this case, there were only two possibilities.

Either Vera didn't know Ivy, or it wasn't Ivy who did it. Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

But her gut tells her that there was a high probability that the murderer was Ivy.

Violet asked with doubts, "That is all?"

Vera nodded, "Yes."

There were only them she knew in the circle.

Violet was disappointed.

If Stanley wasn't here, she would have asked Vera if she knew Ivy.

She could only wait for the next chance.

Time was up and they had to leave.

After walking out of the prison, Miranda solemnly bowed to Violet and Stanley, "Mr. Murphy, Mrs. Murphy, please find the murderer out."

Violet helped her up and was about to speak.

Stanley spoke in a cold voice, "It's her own fault that your daughter has ended up in this situation."

Miranda froze.

Violet probably knew what Stanley meant, and her eyes flashed, not speaking for Miranda.

Miranda snapped back to her senses, tears flowing again.

Stanley stuck his hands in his trouser pockets, "It's true that your daughter is not the murderer, but have you ever thought that if she takes the blame for someone else and lets the murderer continue to get away with it, the murderer will continue to kill people. You are debt free, but should others deserve to die?"

Violet looked at Stanley and her eyes softened.

Miranda cried with a face full of guilt, "I know, I criticized Vera when I learned the truth, but Vera sat in jail for a few months and was considered punished. Mr. Murphy, Mrs. Murphy, I beg you to forgive Vera, I'm really sorry."

She took another bow.

Violet helped her up again, "Forget it, she was punished, so I am fine with it."

Vera was already on the verge of collapse, having the bruises under her neck.

Maybe Vera was having a bad time in prison.

This punishment was indeed enough for Vera.

Stanley looked at Violet though the corner of his eyes. Since she had said so, he remained silent.

And Miranda, which was immensely grateful, bowed to both.

After that, Miranda left.

Violet had wanted to go along, but was told to stop by Stanley.

Violet got into Stanley's car and didn't say a word to him, looking out the window quietly.

Stanley took a glnace at her and pursed his thin lips, "Don’t get involved to catch the murderer, I'll do it."

"No, it's my business, I won't bother you." Violet lowered her eyes and said in a light voice.

Stanley frowned, hearing the detachment in her tone and feeling uncomfortable.

But he knew that she would be like this solely because of him.

"You don't have enough power to get the murderer out." Stanley faintly stated the facts.

Violet bit her lower lip, unable to refute.

It was true that she was not as powerful as he was.

But Violet still refused, "No need, don't you hate me now? So you don't need to interfere in my affairs."

Stanley narrowed his eyes and didn't speak anymore.

Violet took a deep breath, "Mr. Murphy, I think we should reconsider our relationship."

"What do you mean?" Stanleyg stopped the car unexpectedly.

She had changed her address to him too.

Violet turned to him, "You have decided that my mother is the murderer of your parents, then I am the daughter of your enemy, and you surely can't do to live with the daughter of your enemy, right?"

Stanley's eyes flickeredt, and his hands that rested on the steering wheel couldn't help but grip.

Violet saw it, sneered before she continued, "So you can think about it, Mr. Murphy, it can be like this always."

When she finished, she unbuckled her seatbelt, pushed open the door and got out of the car, then hailed a cab and left.

Stanley looked at the distant taxi, his face went gloomy.

He admitted that he really couldn't do it without a problem with her.

But divorce was something he hadn't even thought about.

But it he knew that such a relationship as a couple was a torture for her and for himself.

At this moment, Stanley only felt overwhelmed.

Likewise, Violet, who was in the taxi, was in a bad mood.

Although she had asked the detective to look into what happened eighteen years ago, Stanley said he had evidence of her mother hitting his parents.

That meant the detective she hired probably would not find out anything useful.

That was why she asked Stanley to think about their relationship, because once the detective failed to find anything out, she couldn't clear her mother's name, and in the eyes of Stanley, she'd always be the daughter of his enemy.

She might as well have made it clear to him sooner and asked him to reconsider their relationship.

It was hard to let go, but it was possible, and it was better for both parties to let go sooner.

As he was thinking, his phone suddenly rang.

Violet sorted out her mood and took out her phone.

Seeing that it was the hospital calling, she hurried to answer it for she had sensed something, "Hello!"

"Hello, is this Miss Hunt?" On the other end of the phone, came the gentle and polite voice of a woman.

Violet nodded, "Yes."

"Hello, Miss Hunt, the result of the paternity test you had done at our hospital two days ago has come out, do you have time to come and get it?" The nurse asked.

Violet gripped her phone tightly, "Yes, I'll be right over."

"Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Violet told the driver to turn to the hospital.

Soon, she arrived at the lab department in a nervous state and found the doctor who did the test.

The doctor recognized her.

She was so beautiful that it was hard to forget.

The doctor handed her a file folder.

She took it and did not open it on the spot, but went to the hospital garden. Sitting on a cool chair, she took a deep breath to press down the tension in her heart, and only then, with trembling hands, took the document out.

Violet took it out and directly flipped to the last page to check the result.

However, her face froze and her hands and feet went cold.