Daddy! Mommy Is Pregnant Again

Ivan was still as calm as ever, "I know, Stanley went crazy a while ago and suppressed my father's industry, directly bankrupting my father's industry, and ruining my father's reputation, how could I not be aware of it?"

"So you're not afraid?" Violet put down the knife and fork in her hand.

Ivan chuckled, "Why should I?"

"Stanley won't spare your family." Violet replied.

The smile on Ivan's face froze, a touch of nostalgia in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared, "From the moment my father laid hands on my uncle and aunt, I knew that our family and Stanley would be enemy, either we die or Stanley dies. I've been mentally prepared for this, so why should I be afraid?"

His uncle and aunt had been good to him.

When he was young, Sam often spent time out drinking and did not come home, while his mother went around to catch his mistress and did not care about him, and it was his uncle and aunt who took care of him like a son.

If he had known back then that Sam was going to do that, he would have stopped it from happening.

But it was too late for that now.

"So you're prepared mentally." Violet stirred the soup in her bowl.

Ivan hooked his lips, "Yeah, but there's one thing I should remind you of."

"What?" Violet looked at him.

A dark light flashed in Stanley's eyes, "It's true that my father had my uncle and aunt hit by someone, but there's actually another murderer in this."

Violet's pupils dilated, "What do you mean?"

So Sam was not the only one who killed Stanley's parents?

"It's exactly what you think." Ivan leaned back and looked at Violet's shocked face as he replied.

Violet squeezed her palms tightly, "Why should I believe you?"

"It doesn't matter if you believe it or not, I'm just reminding you that back then, someone used Stanley to lure his parents to that road so that the people my father arranged could easily complete their task." Ivan had a sip of red wine.

Violet's heart was beating fast.

The hall wasn't quiet, but she just heard her heartbeat so clearly that she couldn't calm it down.

"Who is it?" Violet asked, swallowing hard.

Ivan looked at her with a deep gaze, "I won't tell you, you can find out for yourselves, but I can tell you that you will be surprised."

lip, unable to understand how exactly what this

was irritated and

annoying, for

deep breath, suppressing the urge in her heart to hit him, and pursed her red lips, "Then why are you telling me this? You clearly

imbalance in my heart. Why should Stanley only retaliate against us while the other

it's because you want Stanley to retaliate against him too." Violet bristled, "Since so, why don't you tell me who he is, so that Stanley can retaliate directly at him and you will feel

to watch the show, and I'm still happy to see you guys taking your time to find that murderer." Ivan smiled

bothering to pay attention to

far away, Pennie came out of the box with a somewhat older western man on her arm, ready to

man, for the sake of not wanting Violet to

The western man was clearly upset by Pennie behavior, and his brow

the corners of her mouth and was about to comfort the man, but she suddenly saw the man opposite

Ivan?

he here, talking and laughing with

and Stanley did not have

eyes, and an idea came to

out her phone, took a photo of Ivan and Violet, and sent it to

and before he could take his seat, the

out his phone and glanced at it; it was a message

Stanley wrinkled his brow.

was his personal number, and there was no way an

this foreign

eyes and clicked on it, seeing

Ivan were sitting face to face, eating. It was dark outside, and it was obviously

of them ate out at

ice,

over there and met

were they

to his mind, causing Stanley to

tugged at his tie and called Fraser

looked at

over his phone, "Check

see a number but a photo ,

such photos, it's nothing but

to Violet, she tried to anger Violet and make Violet misunderstand

did the person

when he saw the photo, but he wasn't so stupid as to believe that Violet

which clearly meant that Violet didn't treat Ivan well and probably had

on Mr. Murphy, and with a gaze,