It seemed Stanley didn't fully believe that video, but was more or less influenced by it.
Or he would not be so cold to Violet.
Violet was finally sure that Stanley's attitude towards her had really changed, becoming much colder.
She was overwhelmed and confused.
Had she done something wrong to piss him off?
Violet thought carefully and really didn't remember what she had done to piss him off, and she became
more puzzled.
Perhaps it would be better for her to talk to him.
Violet took a deep breath and walked into the villa.
When she went inside, only to see two kids were sitting on the couch watching TV, and Ivy was sitting
on the other side, playing with her phone.
Violet looked around, but Stanley was not there, she asked, "Where's daddy?"
"Daddy's gone to the study." Calvin answered.
Violet lifted her feet towards upstairs.
Ivy looked up at her back, curling her lips obscurely.
Violet arrived outside Stanley's study and knocked on the door.
Stanley's low voice came from inside the door, "Come in."
Violet pushed the door in, "Stanley."
Stanley looked at her with grim eyes, "What are you doing here?"
"I want to talk to you." Violet walked towards him.
Stanley pursed his lips, "Talk about what?"
"Talk about your attitude today." Violet looked straight at his cold face, "Stanley, what's wrong with you
today? I feel like you're very different from your usual self today, your attitude towards me has
completely changed. Did I do something wrong to make you unhappy?"
"No." Stanley dropped his eyes and said in a faint voice.
Violet rubbed her brow, "Your expression tells me it doesn't look like no, Stanley, what exactly did I do?
I can apologize for that."
She pressed her hand to her heart.
She really hated the feeling of having to guess.
Stanley stood up, "I said no."
"But ......"
"No buts, go out please." Stanley held his forehead.
Violet looked at his cold expression. Her red lips twitched, and eventually she went out.
After she left, Stanley pulled open a drawer, took out a cigar and lip it up.
A thick white fog rose up, shrouding his face from view.
But the low-pressure aura that permeated his body, revealing his heavy, annoyed and confused mood.
After an unknown amount of time, a cigar was about to run out and his phone rang.
Stanley put out his cigar, picked up his phone. It was Fraser calling. He might have the result now, but
Stanley did not dare to answer it.
If he didn't pick it up, he could be unaware of the video's authenticity, could pretend it was just a prank,
and could resume a normal relationship with Violet as a couple.
But another voice inside was telling him that he must pick it up, that he must get to the truth.
After all, it didn't make sense that he gave up now after more than a decade of persevering to
investigate the truth about his parents' death.
For a time, Stanley was torn between answering the phone and not answering the phone, because he
knew that once this phone call was answered, it would mean that his life, in the future, would undergo a
radical change.
So, should he answer it?
Stanley looked at the name bouncing on the screen, his thin lips pursed tightly.
But in the end, he chose to answer it. His obsession to know the truth about his parents' death
overcame his feelings for Violet.
"Hello." Stanley put the phone to his ear.
"Mr. Murphy." Fraser said over the phone before falling into silence.
Stanley clenched his hands as Fraser was silent and his heart had sunk to the bottom.
After a moment, Stanley opened his mouth, "Did you get the result?"
"Mr. Murphy, I don’t know who the person who sent the email, it should be a top hacker, but that video
has no editing and synthesis, it's real!" Fraser spat out the last three words with difficulty.
When he finished, he bowed his head, feeling sarcastic inside.
Why God had to be so torturous that Mrs. Murphy was Mr. Murphy's enemy!
"It’s real ......" Stanley whispered these words, his expression cold and terrifying.
Fraser couldn't see it but could feel it, he shivered, "Mr. Murphy, are you okay?"
Stanley didn't reply and cut the call off, dropping the phone on his desk. Covering his face, he
drenched in silence and grief.
Violet had let him down in the end.
He expected her not to be his enemy, but the result told him he was wrong.
He married his enemy's daughter and raised her two children as if he was their real father, and even
wanted to give the Murphy Group to the two children.
He was stupid!
He actually intended to give everything of his family had to the children of his enemy.
Not only he was stupid, but so his Grandpa, who made an enemy who ran over his son and daughter-
in-law his goddaughter.
Maybe at that time, Lily was laughing in her heart at his grandfather's stupidity.
Stanley laughed lowly, like a psychotic, and his eyes turned scarlet.
There was a knock on the door, "Mr. Murphy, dinner is ready."
Stanley didn't respond.
Outside the door, Bella was confused, "Mr. Murphy, are you in there?"
Stanley remained silent.
Bella got worried and when she was about to open the door, the door was opened, and Stanley
appeared in front of her.
Bella was relieved to see him, "Here you are, Mr. Murphy, I was wondering where you were. Come
downstairs for dinner."
Stanley nodded.
Bella didn't notice the difference in him and followed him down the stairs.
"Daddy." The two children downstairs saw Stanley coming down and ran towards him joyfully.
Usually, Stanley would crouch down and pick up one of the children while also touching the other one.
But this time, he avoided them.
The two children lunged at nothing and froze in unison.
Arya looked at him aggressively, "Daddy?"
Daddy did not hug her but avoided her.
Did Daddy not like her anymore?
Compared to Arya's innocence, Calvin had something in his mind.
He saw a hint of disgust in his daddy's eyes.
The dislike for them!
Why?
Calvin blinked blankly, unable to figure out why.
When Violet came out of the bathroom, she saw Stanley and the two children standing face to face, no
one was talking, and the atmosphere between the three was very strange.
"What's wrong with you guys? Why are you all standing here?" Violet walked over, stroked the two
children's heads, and inquired.
Stanley gave her an icy look in his eyes and turned towards the dining room.
Violet felt chilly by that glance, and her body froze.
It was disbelieving.
Why did he give her a cold gaze?
"Mommy." As Violet froze, the two children grabbed her hands.
"What's wrong?" Violet suppressed the uneasiness in her heart and smiled at the two children.
"Mommy, is daddy in a bad mood? He ignored both brother and me, and when I tried to hug him, daddy
avoided it." Arya said unhappily.
Calvin nodded, "Yeah, mommy, and daddy's attitude is weird, he seems to hate me and Arya."
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