One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis

Chapter 172 The Grudges Between the Two Families

Ivan waved his hand mysteriously without answering. Then he rolled up the car window and drove

away.

Seeing his car go away, Violet drooped her eyelids. No one knew what she was thinking.

"Mommy, let's go." Calvin took Violet's hand.

Violet cleared her minds and smiled at him, "Okay."

The mother and son walked into the 4S shop and signed the contract.

The car could be driven away directly with a temporary license plate.

So Violet was very straightforward and drove it away, ready to go back to the studio.

But on the way, she received a call from Jessie, "Violet, good news."

Listening to the unconcealed excitement and joy in Jessie's voice, Violet suddenly guessed what the

good news was. She smiled, "Is George awake?"

"Yes." Jessie nodded repeatedly.

Violet was also very happy, "Then I'll come over right away."

After speaking, she pressed the Bluetooth headset on her ears, hung up the phone, turned around at

the turntable intersection in front, and drove to the hospital.

In just half an hour, she arrived at the hospital.

Violet walked in with Calvin and shouted, "George!"

"Violet, you are here." George was drinking water with the straw. Hearing her voice, he barely raised

his neck and managed a weak smile at her.

Violet gave a hmm, walked over, put Calvin down, and looked at George with concern, "How do you

feel?"

Calvin also looked at him.

George shook his head and smiled bitterly, "It's not very good. Now I finally understand what it feels like

for those patients who are lying in bed and unable to move." © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Jessie put the water glass aside, "George, don't move. Be careful of your wounds."

"No need." George replied faintly. His attitude towards her and the attitude towards Violet were

completely two extremes.

Jessie's face froze. Her eyes drooped dimly, then she didn’t speak.

Seeing this, Violet felt a little sad, and said, "Jessie..."

"I'm fine. You guys talk. I'll go out and buy something." After speaking, Jessie picked up the bag,

lowered her head to cover the expression on her face, and walked past Violet.

Violet stretched out her hand, trying to stop Jessie, but she was stopped by George, "Violet, leave her

alone. Let her go. It would be better for her to go."

"Why?" Violet pushed Calvin aside and let him play by himself, then looked at George puzzledly, "I

don't understand why you treat Jessie like this?"

Of the three of them, Jessie and George knew each other first, but Violet didn't know how early they

knew.

She met them five years ago. At that time, George's attitude toward Jessie was not as cold as it was

now. It only became like this three years ago. So what happened three years ago?

Hearing Violet's question, George's glasses were reflecting light, making it impossible to see the look in

his eyes.

After a few seconds, he smiled faintly, "Violet, this is the grudge between the Robinson family and the

Joe family, so don't ask."

Violet's eyes widened in surprise.

She thought it was just a problem between him and Jessie.

Unexpectedly, two families were involved, so she didn't ask anymore.

"Okay, I see." Violet nodded.

George raised his hand to take off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, "By the way, Violet, I heard Jessie

said that Mr. Murphy handled the follow-up to my car accident?"

"Yes." Violet couldn't help but stunned for a while when she heard him suddenly mention Stanley.

George saw it and narrowed his eyes, "Then did Mr. Murphy say anything? For example, the cause of

my car accident?"

"Yes, it was said that the driver was drunk and the brakes failed, which caused the car accident. Didn't

Jessie tell you?" Violet tilted her head in confusion.

George saw that she really didn't know, and then he smiled, "No, maybe Jessie has forgotten it."

Jessie actually told him. But he was not sure whether Stanley said to Violet was different from what he

told Jessie. But now it seemed to be the same.

But he didn't understand that since the driver who caused the accident was caught, Stanley must know

that it was him who arranged the accident.

But Stanley didn't tell Violet the truth, why on earth? Shouldn't Stanley take this opportunity to let Violet

know his true face and stay away from him?

"George, what are you thinking about?" Seeing George suddenly lost in thoughts, Violet waved her

hand in front of him.

George's eyes flickered. He smiled again, "Nothing. I'm just rejoicing that I survived the car accident."

"I was scared to death yesterday. You had an accident as soon as I turned around." Violet gave him an

angry look.

"Sorry, I didn't know it would be like this." George sighed.

Violet's face eased, "I am sorry. If it weren't for you to drive me back home, you wouldn't have any

trouble, George, do you blame me?"

George shook his head, saying that he didn’t blame her.

But Violet was still very sorry.

There was silence for a while. Then someone knocked on the door of the ward. It was Henry who

brought a few doctors in. When Henry saw Violet, he was surprised, "Violet, were you coming to see

Dr. Joe again?"

"Yeah." Violet gave a hmm and nodded.

Henry frowned, "This is not good."

"What's wrong?" Violet blinked.

"If you come here too often, someone will be angry." Henry touched his chin.

Violet frowned suspiciously, "Who?"

"Of course…"

"Dr. Baxter, you are here for the rounds? But you left me, the patient, alone and chatted with my friend.

Is that in line with professional ethics?" George interrupted Henry, pursing his lips.

Although he was still smiling on his face, the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes, but rather cold.

Henry felt like he was being stared at by a poisonous snake. He couldn't help but shivered. He waved

his hand and smiled, "Well, you go out first. I'm going to check on Dr. Joe."

"Okay." Violet nodded, feeling that the two men were a little strange, as if they were playing some

riddles. Then she went out.

After the mother and son left, George finally questioned Henry. He pulled a long face, and looked at

Henry sullenly, "You want to tell Violet that Stanley has feelings for her?"

Henry whistled with a guilty conscience, "I can't help it. Stanley is my friend. He likes Violet. I naturally

have to help him."

"If you do this, will you not afraid that Ivy hates you?" George looked up at him.

Henry was stunned, and then he dropped his eyes, "Dr. Joe, it’s none of your business. Lie down and

let me examine the wound!"

With that said, he deliberately pressed George's wound.

George immediately snorted in pain, and cold sweat came out of his forehead.

Henry took the opportunity to open his patient gown and checked the wound.

After the examination and changing the medicine, Henry went out with a group of doctors.

Seeing them coming out, Violet hurriedly stood up straight, "Dr. Baxter, is the examination finished?"

"Yes, you can go in." Henry replied with a grin.

Violet stood still, "Dr. Baxter, in the ward just now, what were you and George hiding from me?"

Henry lowered his eyes and smiled, "What can we hide from you? Well, I'm going to check the next

ward, bye!"

After speaking, he led the people behind him and walked past her.

Violet watched them enter the next ward and pursed her red lips. Then she took Calvin back to

George's ward.

Since he didn't want to say, then forget it.

In the ward, George was calling someone. Seeing Violet coming in, he said “I got it” to the person on

the other end of the phone and then hung up the phone.

"Who is it?" Violet asked curiously when she saw that he seemed to be unhappy.