"Hmph, I'll see how long you can be complacent. So what you gave birth to two children for Stanley,
you are destined to get nothing!" Ivy took one last look at the balcony and turned to leave the garden.
She was afraid she'd die of jealousy if she stayed any longer.
Ivy went back to her room and sat down in the front of her computer, clicking into a very strange
website and dialing a number, "Hey, it's me, take the action."
"Got it." The person on the other end of the line responded and hung up the phone.
Ivy slowly put down her phone and curled her lips into a smile.
The next day, while eating breakfast, Violet always felt that Ivy was looking at herself strangely, as if
she was gloating.
However, when Violet took a closer look, Ivy's eyes became normal again.
This left Violet no chance to ask why.
After having breakfast, Violet and Stanley went out with the two children.
Ivy stood in front of the villa to see them off.
She smiled as she watched them get into the car and leave.
"Violet, your life as a loving couple with Stanley is going to end from today onwards."
After saying that, Ivy turned around and went back to the villa.
Violet felt a slight chill ran down her back and she couldn't help but shiver, for no reason.
"What's wrong?" Stanley asked with concern as he noticed it out of the corner of his eye.
Violet shook her head, "I am ok, I just felt a little cold."
"Is that so?" Stanley nodded slightly, not asking any more questions, but silently turned the heat on.
When Violet saw his actions, her heart warmed up and the smile on her face grew even bigger.
After dropping the two kids off at the kindergarten, Stanley sent Violet to her company before driving to
the Murphy Group.
Fraser was waiting for him at the door of his office, "Mr. Murphy."
Stanley responded and pushed open the door to his office.
Fraser followed behind, "I have sent this month's statistics to your email, please check if there are any
problems, if there is no problem, I will tell each department."
"Well, I'll check it later. Inform the Planning Department and the Commerce Department to have a
meeting later." Stanley pulled out his chair and sat down.
Fraser nodded, "Ok, I will do it now."
Stanley nodded his head.
After Fraser left, he turned on his computer and was ready to receive emails.
Suddenly, a strange email in his inbox caught his attention.
His mailbox was specifically set up so that it would be impossible to send an email over without adding
his email address.
He was sure he hadn't added this email address, but this one had sent an email.
Apparently the person who sent the email knew hacking techniques, so this email was somewhat
important.
Thinking about this, Stanley clicked on the email, and when he saw the title of the email, his pupils
suddenly shrank, and the hand holding the mouse tightened.
The title on the email that reads, Want to know the truth about your parents' death? Click on the video
below and you'll see it.
Stanley locked his gaze on the video below the title, moved his mouse to the middle triangle, and after
a few seconds of hesitation, he finally couldn't resist the psychology of wanting to know the truth and
clicked on the video.
The video was blurry and shaky, obviously it was taken from a cell phone.
Phones of that era didn't produce high quality video.
But Stanley still recognized the people in the video as his parents.
"Dad, Mom ......" Seeing his young parents, Stanley's eyes were slightly moist, and he couldn't help but
called out the address that he hadn't called out for many years.
He didn't expect that he would be able to see his parents alive in the video.
How could he not be thrilled by this?
Soon, however, the excitement dissipated and was replaced by coldness.
When his parents were about to walk cross the street, suddenly a red car drove by and knocked his
parents right out of the way.
"No!" Stanley's pupils shrank and he subconsciously shouted.
He had always known that his parents had died in a car accident, but the sight of them being hit by a
car with his own eyes now was still too much for him to take in, and his heart ached so much that he
could barely breathe.
But the video wasn't over yet. Stanley took several deep breaths, forcing down the pain inside him and
continuing to watch.
The camera moved. The red car pulled up a short distance away. As the door opened, a woman led a
little girl in a pretty dress out of the car.
Seeing the woman's face, Stanley felt unbelievable, his hands holding the mouse trembled slightly.
How can that be!
How could it be Lily Smith who hit his parents?
But that red car was telling Stanley that it was indeed Lily who had hit his parents.
And the little girl Lily was holding ......
Stanley's gaze was fixed on that little girl's face. The little girl was extremely good-looking, so it was
obvious how beautiful she should be when she grew up.
How familiar was this face, which he could see every morning when he woke up.
That was Violet's face!
So Lily took Violet and ran over his parents, however he married Violet.
This was ridiculous and absurd.
He actually married the daughter of his enemy, the daughter of the murderer of his parents!
Stanley's eyes turned scarlet, and his body trembled at this truth.
"Ahhh!" He stood up with a sudden roar and swept everything off the table to the floor in a mad rush.
After informing the two departments, Fraser returned and was about to invite Stanley to a meeting. As
he reached the door, he heard the commotion coming from inside. He was startled and thought there
was an accident, without knocking on the door, he pushed the door in.
"Mr. Murphy ......" Seeing the wreckage in the office, as well as Stanley’s scarlet eyes and crazy look,
Fraser froze, "Mr. Murphy, what happened?"
Stanley didn't answer. He clenched his fists, the veins on the backs of his hands was obvious.
Seeing that he kept his eyes on the computer, Fraser curiously went over and saw a video, but that
video had already finished playing and he didn't know exactly what the video was about.
Fraser cheered himself up to replay the video.
A few minutes later, Fraser finished watching the video and he was dumbfounded.
"How ...... How is this possible!" Fraser opened his mouth in disbelief.
What did he see? He saw Mr. Murphy's mother-in-law ran over the Mr. Murphy's parents.
"Mr. Murphy, who sent you this video?" Fraser asked.
Stanley closed his eyes, barely stabilizing himself, and said in an icy, emotionless voice, "I don't know."
"I'll have someone check it out." Fraser looked at him.
Stanley nodded in agreement, "Yes, find it out."
With a video from over a decade ago that was saved until now and sent to him, it was clear that the
other party must have had some purpose.
One of the most straightforward purposes was to turn him and Violet against each other.
Thinking of Violet, Stanley lowered his eyelids to hide the rage in his eyes. He then continued, "Have
someone to authenticate this video to see if it's been edited or synthesized."
The first time he saw the video, his sanity was almost taken away, deciding that it was Violet's mother
who had hit his parents.
But now that he had calmed down. He thought since the person who had sent the video, wishing him
and Violet to turn against each other, there was a chance that the video had been processed.
Watching Fraser copy the video, Stanley sat back in his chair, rubbing his temples wearily.
Violet, I hope you won't let me down!
Stanley nodded in agreement, "Yes, find it out."
With a video from over a decade ago that was saved until now and sent to him, it was clear that the
other party must have had some purpose.
One of the most straightforward purposes was to turn him and Violet against each other.
Thinking of Violet, Stanley lowered his eyelids to hide the rage in his eyes. He then continued, "Have
someone to authenticate this video to see if it's been edited or synthesized."
The first time he saw the video, his sanity was almost taken away, deciding that it was Violet's mother
who had hit his parents.
But now that he had calmed down. He thought since the person who had sent the video, wishing him
and Violet to turn against each other, there was a chance that the video had been processed.
Watching Fraser copy the video, Stanley sat back in his chair, rubbing his temples wearily.
Violet, | hope you won't let me down!
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