"Ah?" Violet was stunned for a moment. Then, she looked away with a guilty conscience, "Mom, what
are you talking about? How is it possible!"
"You can lie to others, but you can't lie to me. I saw it just now. The look in your eyes when you see
Stanley is very different." Lily turned around Violet’s face.
Violet opened her mouth, trying to say something, but in the end, she said nothing.
Lily sighed, "Right?"
"Mom..." Violet pulled her sleeves.
Lily looked at the daughter in front of her, feeling so sorry, "It was all my fault. If I hadn't given up
looking for Stanley because of the obstacles of Sam, maybe you and Stanley would have been married
long ago. Then you wouldn't have children with other people. Stanley wouldn't be snatched by Talia's
daughter."
"Mom, don't say that!" Violet smiled and put her head on Lily’s shoulder, "Everything is over."
"Yeah, everything is over. Just as Stanley said, you and he are impossible. So Violet, you should give
him up quickly and stop loving him. Now you have children and he has a fiancée. If you continue loving
him, it would only hurt yourself, understand?" Lily reminded seriously.
Violet's eyelids drooped, covering the sadness in her eyes. Then she answered in extremely low voice,
"I understand."
In fact, she knew from the beginning that it was impossible for her and Stanley to be with each other.
So she kept her feelings silently so that no one would find out.
But now her mother directly said that it was impossible for them, she still felt a little sad.
"Well." Lily patted Violet on the back.
Violet’s head rubbed against Lily’s shoulder, "Mom, it's late. Let's go to bed. I haven't slept with you for
a long time."
"Okay, Mommy will hold you to sleep tonight." Lily smiled.
The next day, after Violet drove the two children to the kindergarten, she came to the hospital with a
bag and looked for George.
George was seeing a patient. When he saw her coming, he made a look at her.
Violet gave him an OK pose, walked lightly to the chair to sit down, and waited for him to finish.
After about ten minutes, the patient went out. George got up and went to the water dispenser. He took
a glass of water with a disposable paper cup and came to Violet. Then he gave her the water cup,
"Why are you here?"
"My mother asked me to give you something."
As she said, Violet put down the water cup, picked up the bag beside her and handed it to him, "This is
a gift my mother brought back from abroad, and some medical books that your mentor asked my
mother to bring you."
"Great, thank your mother for me." George smiled and took the bag, and then asked, "By the way,
when did she come back?"
"Last night." Violet took a sip of water and replied.
George took out the medical books in the bag and put them on the desk, "Is Steven alone abroad?"
"Yes, but my mother will leave in a few days." Violet waved her hand and said.
George nodded. Just when he was about to say something, a nurse ran in anxiously, "Dr. Joe, a brain
tumor patient was transferred from the other hospital just now. Dr. Baxter asked you to go over and
take care of it."
George frowned.
Violet stood up, "George, I won't bother you now."
"Okay, eat out in the evening. I'll treat you guys." George took the white coat on the shelf and put it on.
Violet gave a hmm.
Then, George followed the nurse out.
Violet didn't stay here. She closed the door of George’s office, and was about to leave.
As she walked out of the doctor's office building and passed the garden, a gentle female voice
suddenly stopped her, "Is it Miss Hunt?"
Violet stopped and turned to look.
Seeing Ivy wearing the hospital gown and a wig and sitting in a wheelchair smiling at her, Violet
couldn't help but be surprised for two seconds, "Miss Ellis."
She really didn't expect to meet Ivy here.
"It really is Miss Hunt. I thought I was wrong." Ivy controlled the wheelchair and came to Violet.
Violet smiled at her, "Why did Miss Ellis come out alone? Is no one taking care of you?"
"Yes, it's just that he went back to help me get my coat." Ivy glanced at the hospital building and
immediately asked, "Miss Hunt came to see Dr. Joe?"
"Well, yes." Violet nodded.
"May I know what is the relationship between Miss Hunt and Dr. Joe?" Ivy blinked and looked at Violet
curiously.
Violet tucked her hair, "Friends."
"Well, I thought Miss Hunt was Dr. Joe's girlfriend. I think you two are a good match." Ivy pouted
regretfully.
Violet smiled a little embarrassedly, "How is it possible? Miss Ellis, don't say that."
"I'm serious, but... Forget it, can Miss Hunt help me to sit down there? This wheelchair is not very
comfortable to sit on." Ivy pointed to the sun lounger behind Violet.
Violet took a look, nodded, and then stepped forward to help Ivy from the wheelchair.
But just when Violet was about to help Ivy onto the chair, Ivy suddenly fell towards Violet, almost
weighing herself on her.
Violet lost balance and fell to the ground.
Ivy also fell on her. Violet felt that her internal organs were displaced.
The most serious thing was that her arm was rubbed directly against the ground. A large piece of skin
was torn. The pain made her face pale and cold sweat came out of her forehead.
"Ivy!" At this moment, a male voice filled with nervousness sounded.
Immediately afterwards, the tall figure walked over quickly, lifted Ivy from Violet, and looked at her with
concern, "Is it all right?"
"I'm fine." Ivy shook her head, then went to see Violet on the ground.
Stanley also looked over. When he saw Violet's face clearly, he couldn't help but startled, "Why are you
here?"
Violet stood up from the ground, enduring the pain. Then she smiled at him, "Mr. Murphy."
She was also a little surprised.
He turned out to be the one who helped Ivy get the coat!
"What were you doing just now?" Stanley pursed his lips and looked at Violet, a touch of questioning in
his voice.
Violet’s smile froze on her face. She lowered her eyelids and replied, "Just now, Miss Ellis said that she
wanted to sit on the sun lounger, so I helped her to sit on it, but she fell."
Was he blaming her for making Ivy fall?
"Is that so?" Stanley turned his gaze to Ivy.
"Yes." Ivy nodded, and then apologized embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, Miss Hunt, I just suddenly lost
strength and caused you to fall."
"Never mind." Violet forced a smile.
Stanley's tight face eased, "Okay, time is almost up. I will take you back to the ward first."
"No, I haven't gone to the front to see the flowers." Ivy pointed to the front flowerbed and didn't want to
leave.
"Next time!" Stanley pushed her back into the wheelchair and pushed her away.
Seeing the back of the two of them going away, Violet couldn't help narrowing her eyes.
Violet didn’t know if she thought too much. When she helped Ivy get up from the wheelchair, it was so
smoothly. When she was about to help Ivy sit on the sun lounger, she suddenly became unstable and
fell on top of her?
Did Ivy do it on purpose?
Violet retracted her gaze and then glanced at the place where she had just fallen and thought
thoughtfully for a few seconds. Finally, she only treated it as an accident, and left the hospital, covering
her scratched arm.
In the afternoon, Violet wore a pair of black glasses and loose pajamas. She was sitting cross-legged
on the sofa and drawing the design draft when the doorbell rang.
She put the design notebook and pencil on the coffee table, then got up to open the door.
The door was opened. Looking at her in sloppy dress which was different from her usual looks, Stanley
raised his eyebrows, "You usually dress like this when you are at home?"
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