Daddy! Mommy Is Pregnant Again

Violet smiled and patted Miss Hill on her shoulder, "Then I will wait for you."

When she finished speaking, she passed Miss Hill and walked forward.

After two steps, the smile on Violet's face slowly faded, replaced by a faint sadness.

Were her current feelings for Stanley so obvious? Even Miss Hill could see it.

Had anyone else discovered it?

Miss Hill looked at Violet's back, feeling her threat for Violet was useless, which made her very discouraged.

Then she stamped her foot severely and stepped into the elevator.

Calm was restored in front of the elevator. At this time, a figure came out from the corner excitingly "God, what did I hear? Violet loves Mr. Murphy. It’s great! If Mr. Murphy knows it, he should be very happy!"

Thinking, Fraser hurried to the presidential suite of the cruise ship hotel.

Stanley was sitting at his desk, processing the electronic files sent by the company. When he heard a knock on the door, he frowned, "Come in."

Fraser pushed the door in.

Seeing the envelope in Fraser’s hand, Stanley pursed his thin lips, "Didn't I let you give these photos to Violet? Why are you back again?"

"Here is the thing. Mr. Murphy, when I was on the way, I heard a piece of good news." Fraser put the envelope on Stanley's desk.

Stanley looked up lightly, "What good news?"

"It's about Violet." Fraser pushed his glasses, "I heard Violet talk to Miss Hill. Miss Hill said that the person Violet loves is not Dr. Joe, but you. Besides, Violet didn’t refute."

Hearing this, the hand Stanley held the mouse suddenly tightened. A burst of joy surged in his heart, but there was still no emotion on his face. Fraser couldn't tell whether he was happy or not.

After a while, he pulled his tie, and then he said, "I see. You can go head with your work first."

"Yes." Fraser nodded slightly and went out.

After he left, Stanley let go of the mouse, picked up the envelope and opened it, shaking out a few photos inside.

his thumb against Violet's face in the photo. Then he smiled

just now was

than it. The one he

phone in front of the computer

face faded. He put down the photo, took a look at

great. I know you haven't slept yet." Henry's grinning voice

back in his chair, "What's the

else can I do? Except Ivy, how could I call you when I know that it is at night there?" Henry rolled his

eyebrows, "What's

not satisfied and refused to do the operation. If

this, a touch of displeasure flashed in his eyes. His thin lips were

it. She said she fancied a pair

the

head, "She said that the owner

turned out to be a dying

He squeezed the phone, and then loosened a bit of strength. He asked, "Who is the owner of the cornea? Has

don't know about this. Ivy is reluctant to tell me. I really have no choice but to call you and ask you to persuade

see. I will be

"Okay." Henry nodded.

phone on the table, held the mouse, and continued to immerse himself in his

wedding of the heir of the Hill family finally

came to the wedding with George's arm, waiting for the wedding

Hill came to them with a

matter?" George asked with a

at Violet next to him, "I want to ask Miss

Violet pointed

girl was sent back home overnight by me last night, so today

want Violet to be the bridesmaid?"

her mouth

that they immediately guessed his intention, Mr. Hill

He bowed to Violet.

her hands again and again, "I