"Yes, because currently we don't have any clues to investigate." Fraser was also helpless.
Stanley put the photo aside and said while watching Fraser, "What is in her bag that is worth
grabbing?"
Fraser shook his head, "I don't know."
Stanley lowered his eyelids and said nothing.
After a while, he squeezed the bridge of his nose wearily, "Go to tell Bella to prepare a set of clothes for
me. Send it here tomorrow morning."
"Okay." Fraser responded and turned to leave.
That night, Stanley accompanied Violet in the ward for a night.
He didn't leave until a phone call came the next morning.
Soon after he left, Violet woke up.
Hearing the sound, Bella walked quickly to the edge of the hospital bed and looked at her in surprise,
"Miss Hunt."
"Bella?" Violet blinked, "Why are you here?"
Violet sat up with her body propped up.
Bella handed her a glass of water, "Mr. Murphy asked me to take care of you."
"Mr. Murphy?" Violet looked around with the water glass in her hand, "Where is he?"
"He had already left."
"Really?" Violet drank water. She looked like a little disappointed.
Bella opened the thermos, "Miss Hunt, are you hungry? I have cooked chicken soup. You can drink
some."
"Okay, thank you Bella." Violet nodded.
She happened to be a little hungry.
Bella sat aside, watching Violet drinking the soup with a smile.
Violet was a little embarrassed by being stared, and the speed of her drinking soup slowed down,
"Bella, is there anything on my face?"
"No, I'm just happy. Mr. Murphy has never cared about a person so much." Bella said.
Violet frowned, "Really? Isn't Miss Ellis who Mr. Murphy cares about the most?"
"She?" Bella's eyes flashed, and then she shook her head and said nothing. There seemed to be
something that she couldn’t say.
Violet felt a little strange. Bella didn't seem to agree with her.
Did she think too much?
Violet stirred the chicken soup and thought to herself.
At this time, a knock on the door sounded. Bella went over to open the door.
Henry came in, "Does the wound still hurt?"
Violet touched her shoulder, "It's still a little bit. But it doesn't affect the activity."
"Of course it doesn't affect it. It's just skin trauma." Henry rolled his eyes at her. But the next second, he
gave her a thumbs up, "But I really admire you. You dare to block dagger for Stanley. You’re amazing."
Violet was a little shy and blushed, "Mr. Murphy has saved me many times."
"Yeah. You two rescued each other so many times, but you guys haven't developed any feelings yet. I
really can't figure it out." Henry squinted at Violet and said casually.
Hearing what he said, a panic flashed in Violet’s eyes. She didn’t know how to reply, so she had to
smile.
However, her panic was still caught by Henry.
Henry was shocked.
He just wondered under what circumstances would a person be so desperate to save another person.
It was not until he asked a nurse in the morning that he understood that it was because of love, so he
confirmed that Stanley fell in love with Violet. Otherwise, Stanley would not be so special to Violet, and
wouldn't save her many times.
But at the same time, Violet also rescued Stanley. So Henry came this time not to inquire about Violet's
injuries, but to test her feelings about Stanley. Unexpectedly, she also had feelings for Stanley.
"It's so troublesome now!" Henry patted his forehead with a wry smile.
Violet looked at him unclearly, " Dr. Baxter, what's wrong?"
"Nothing! Just leave me alone for a while." Henry held his forehead and went out.
Violet was even more at a loss, but she didn't think much. After drinking the chicken soup, she was
ready to leave the hospital.
Bella left the hospital first. Violet was not in a hurry to leave for the time being. She went to the brain
department and wanted to say hello to George. After all, she was here.
Unfortunately, George was not in the consulting room. After asking a nurse, she knew that he went to
the brain department to give a follow-up visit to a lady surnamed Ellis.
"Miss Ellis? Is it Ivy?" Violet said to herself softly, feeling very curious about Miss Ellis. She had the
urge to see her.
In fact, she did the same. After inquiring about Ivy's ward number, she walked towards the inpatient
department of the brain department.
When she arrived at Ivy's ward, fortunately, the door of the ward was open.
Violet stood outside and could see the situation inside.
George, wearing a white coat and holding a small flashlight, was examining the back of the girl on the
hospital bed.
Because the girl had her head down, Violet couldn't see her appearance, but could only see that she
had no hair. On the top of her bare head, a few surgically stitched scars were crooked, like centipedes,
making people feel scared.
If someone was timid, he would be screamed out of fright.
Although Violet also felt scared, in order not to disturb the people inside, she covered her mouth with
her hands and didn't let herself make a sound.
After a while, George seemed to have finished the inspection, turned off the flashlight and turned
around. Seeing Violet outside the door, a surprise flashed in his eyes. He smiled and walked over,
"Violet, why are you here?"
"I'll come and see you." Violet replied with a smile also.
She did not intend to tell him that she came to the hospital because of her injuries.
Otherwise, he would definitely have to ask her a lot of questions again and worried about her for a long
time.
"Well, that's great. But you can go to my office and wait for me. I can't walk away temporarily." George
glanced back and said.
Violet moved her lips. Just when she was about to say that she was waiting here, behind George came
a weak but very gentle female voice, " Dr. Joe, is it your friend?"
George responded, "Yes."
"Then if your friend doesn't mind, come in and sit for a while." The woman chuckled.
Violet's eyes lit up. Then she immediately replied, "Of course I don't mind!"
The purpose of her coming here was to see what Ivy looked like.
Now Ivy took the initiative to invite her. How would she refuse?
Seeing Violet's happy look, George could guess her thoughts. He smiled, and his eyes behind the
glasses were no longer always gentle and elegant but faintly cold.
Violet didn't notice it. She went past him into the ward, and walked straight to the bed.
This time, she finally saw Ivy's appearance clearly.
To tell the truth, Ivy looked good. Her facial features were also very delicate. It was not difficult to see
that before she fell ill, she must be a beautiful woman.
But now because of the long-term pain and suffering, her skin was dark yellow and her eyes were
sunken, and the cheekbones were protruding. Even if she wore a delicate wig, she didn’t look good, but
her temperament was extremely elegant.
"Miss Ellis, hello, I'm Violet, George's friend." Violet retracted her gaze and stretched out towards Ivy.
Ivy raised her thin hand and shook hands with Violet.
Seeing that her hand was in sharp contrast with the slender and fair hand of the woman in front of her,
which was a sharp contrast between ugliness and beauty, Ivy's drooping eyes could not help but show
a touch of jealousy.
"Hello, Miss Hunt, do you know me?" Ivy took her hand back and asked with a smile.
Violet smiled and looked at George, "George mentioned you to me."
"It's my honor. Miss Hunt, please have a seat." Ivy pointed to the chair beside the bed.
Violet thanked her, sat down, and watched her continue to receive George's next treatment.
The process of treatment seemed uncomfortable. Ivy's face was full of pain. Finally, she screamed and
fainted.
Violet stood up, "George, is she okay?"
To tell the truth, lvy looked good. Her facial features were also very delicate. It was not difficult to see
that before she fell ill, she must be a beautiful woman.
But now because of the long-term pain and suffering, her skin was dark yellow and her eyes were
sunken, and the cheekbones were protruding. Even if she wore a delicate wig, she didn’t look good, but
her temperament was extremely elegant.
"Miss Ellis, hello, I'm Violet, George's friend." Violet retracted her gaze and stretched out towards Ivy.
Ivy raised her thin hand and shook hands with Violet.
Seeing that her hand was in sharp contrast with the slender and fair hand of the woman in front of her,
which was a sharp contrast between ugliness and beauty, Ivy's drooping eyes could not help but show
a touch of jealousy.
"Hello, Miss Hunt, do you know me?" Ivy took her hand back and asked with a smile.
Violet smiled and looked at George, "George mentioned you to me."
"It's my honor. Miss Hunt, please have a seat." Ivy pointed to the chair beside the bed.
Violet thanked her, sat down, and watched her continue to receive George's next treatment.
The process of treatment seemed uncomfortable. Ivy's face was full of pain. Finally, she screamed and
fainted.
Violet stood up, "George, is she okay?"
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