Violet shook her head, looking at him, "I wouldn't believe it any way, it's like you don't believe me, did
you believe me when I said that my mother could never have hit your parents?"
When Stanley heard that, his eyes darkened and he got up from her, "That's different, I have proof, I
saw it with my own eyes."
Violet sat up, "In that case, show me the proof."
"No." Stanley refused.
Violet snorted, "Does it mean that you have no proof?"
"You really think so?" Stanley stared at her.
Violet calmly locked eyes with him, "It's okay to make me think otherwise, show me and make me
believe."
Stanley pursed his lips without saying anything.
He didn't want to show her because he didn't want her to witness the perfect mother she had in mind
bumping into people.
But she was so insistent ......
"Okay, come to the Murphy Group tomorrow and I'll show it to you." Stanley said in a deep voice.
Violet's heart stuttered.
There was really evidence?
"What, no more talking?" Stanley narrowed his eyes.
Violet pursed her red lips, "Okay, I will be there."
Even if he claimed that he had proof, even if her mother had an anomaly every year on October 9, she
would never believe that her mother had actually hit someone.
And although the Murphy Group eighteen years ago wasn't as powerful as it was today, it was still one
of the top ten companies in J City.
At that time, the Hunt Group had just made a fortune, and for the Murphy Group to bring down the Hunt
Group was as simple as crushing an ant.
By the same token, it wasn't difficult at all for the Murphy family to find the murderer who had run over
Stanley's parents, and if it was really her mother, why hadn't they arrested her back then, and instead
Jordan had to accept her as his goddaughter?
So there must be something in here that neither she nor Stanley knew about.
Thinking, Violet took a deep breath and stood up.
When she got up, she accidentally dropped the file bag on the bed to the floor.
It was unsealed and the papers fell out.
Stanley subconsciously looked down and saw the words of divorce agreement. His pupils suddenly
shrank, his face changed, and the aura around him suddenly became appalling to the extreme.
He bent down to pick up the divorce paper on the floor and held it up in front of Violet, "You want a
divorce?"
Violet didn't expect to be seen by him now, her eyes flashed, and she didn't deny it, "Yes."
Anyway, if she didn't admit it now, she would probably offer to give him the agreement to sign later.
Stanley clenched the agreement in his hand, "Who gave you the guts?"
He didn't want to divorce her even though he was angry with her because of Lily.
But she actually thought about it and even got divorce paper out!
Violet bit her lip, a bitter smile on her face, "That's a good question, Mr. Murphy, isn't it you who gave it
to me?"
Stanley's eyes narrowed, "Me?"
"Yes, you!" Violet looked at him, "Stanley, ask yourself how you're treating me now. You're bent on
thinking I'm the daughter of your enemy, so you treat me coldly, you ignore me, but we're husband and
wife, is this what a husband should do? You make me feel, as if I had no husband."
"......" Stanley's thin lips twitched, wanting to say something, but no words came out.
Violet took a breath and added, "Stanley, I've been living a very painful life this time, it is so painful that
I don't even have passion for my career anymore, even Jessie said that I'm like a different person, not
the previous Violet who was bent on becoming a top designer."
Because of love, she became tied up.
Because of love, she was to collapse.
It wasn't the life she wanted.
"So Stanley, I think, let's separate. Because of my mother, you have a stigma in your heart, you can't
live happily with me like before, and I understand, but I can’t be tolerant."
Violet looked at him with moist eyes, "So, let's separate, okay? For your sake, for my sake, and for the
sake of the two children."
Stanley's heart seized pain as he listened to her sobbing words, and his throat went dry, but still he
said, "Impossible, I won't get a divorce."
Violet smiled bitterly, "Why? You are forcing the daughter of your enemy to stay with you, which was
torturing yourself and torturing me."
Stanley clenched his fist and didn't say anything.
Violet exhaled a breath and took the file bag, "Actually, it's not just the divorce agreement in here, but
also the paternity test of you and the two children."
Paternity test?
Stanley narrowed his eyes.
Violet took out the paternity test under the divorce agreement, "Jessie came to you that day and pulled
a few hairs from your head, with the purpose of trying to get me to do the test."
So that was it.
Stanley's thin lips pursed tightly.
He felt strange that, Jessie was afraid of him, but that day she had the guts to pull his hair.
If she hadn't been saying that she vent anger for Violet, he definitely wouldn't have let her go.
Violet turned the paternity test to the last page and held it in the air, "You are not the kids’ father. I
always thought you were, but I was wrong, so how can I continue to let you raise the two children? You
may have an opinion about the two children in your heart, right?"
Because they were her children, her mother's grandson and granddaughter.
He relented even to her, let alone two children who were not related to him by blood.
Stanley couldn't refute Violet's words, for he did have a problem with the two children as well.
However, he never wanted to give up to raise two children, he could still give them the best life he
could, he just wouldn't love them anymore.
Seeing that Stanley didn't say anything, Violet was tired and put the paternity test down, "Mr. Murphy,
think about it, I really think that there is no need for us to continue. After I see the proof, I will move
out."
After saying that, Violet stopped paying attention to him and walked towards the bathroom.
Stanley watched her figure disappear into the bathroom, his face incomparably gloomy.
After a moment, he tore up the divorce paper and murmured coldly, "I told you, I'm not getting a
divorce!"
He would stay with her even if he didn’t love her anymore!
Stanley turned to leave.
In the bathroom, Violet's entire body soaked in the bathtub, the warm water stimulating her skin and
effectively dispelling her fatigue.
She rubbed her brow and leaned back against the edge of the tub, closing her eyes and letting the
massager behind her press against her back.
Suddenly, she muffled a grunt and her head hurt again.
As in the morning, a picture began to come to her mind again.
But this time was different, the images flashed by much slower, and Violet could barely see something.
Red ......
Young Mom and her ......
Violet frowned, trying to see more clearly, but the headache got even worse.
"Ahhh!" Violet whimpered in pain, holding her head in her hands and shaking, her face very pale and
cold sweat coming out.
Why did this one hurt so much?
Just because she wanted to see what those images really were?
Violet's brain throbbed with pain, just as if there were worms gnawing at it.
She didn't dare continue to think about the images and stopped in a hurry, the pain in her head eased.
Violet sighed in relief.
Something was really wrong with her brain and she should go to the hospital to see what was going
on!
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