Daddy! Mommy Is Pregnant Again

Violet looked at Stanley, "Honey, I'm going inside, I'll find you later."

Stanley stood up, "Go ahead, I'll go to the meeting."

Violet gave him a hug and walked away with that designer.

This walk was more lively than any of the previous rounds of the competition, with more spectators coming to watch, as well as the media filming than usual.

These were some people who apparently heard about the fashion industry reform and came to watch.

Violet stood with the designers of Group A and watched the runway on stage.

The clothes in this show, although not as flashy as usual, were more shocking than usual, because designing clothes for disables were supposed to test the designer's ability and merit.

So when designer clothes were on these models were eye-striking.

Of course, there were shocks and sighs, some of the designs fit the models on stage, while others looked ugly.

Therefore Violet all heard the cries of many designers coming from around.

"These people are definitely not crying about their designs." Elena was closest to Violet and whispered after looking around at the crying people once.

Violet nodded, "Actually, there's nothing wrong with their design, it would definitely look good on a normal person, but it wouldn't fit on these deformed models, so they're crying about those models, blaming them for ruining their design."

"That's why I despise them to have the nerve to blame the models for ruining their designs, this competition is supposed to be us catering to the models and designing based on them, not the models catering to us. They got the concept all backwards." Elena bristled, disdainfully.

Violet smiled and didn't say anything else.

Yeah, these crybaby designers have gotten even the most basic concepts wrong.

And of course Elena despised them.

Soon, the runway was over and the judges began to deliberate on the final results.

All designers were nervous during this period.

So was Violet.

She wasn't nervous about herself though, she was nervous about her teammates.

There were three designers in Group A who were really not suitable for designing clothes for disables, so the clothes designed did not look good.

So she was nervous about the work of these three designers, how much they would score, and whether they would pull down the average score for Group A.

an average score, a point less could make

came time for

stage with the list

score of 9.28, then Group B,

page, Violet's mood

than group A. Thus, it was clear that the

she was in

designers, which was scored the highest, followed by group B, and

was how the round came to an

who did not eliminated were relieved and started cheering, even discussing going out for a night of drinks

force her, because they knew that

Violet had just walked out of the competition avenue when she was

her head, "You've

Murphy. Mr. Murphy is still in a meeting and asked me to take you to the car first." Fraser said with a

"Thank you,

her head, "You're

made a

him and went

car, the cell phone in her purse rang, from

could be Phoebe, Violet

talk to Mrs. Murphy?" The nurse

Violet nodded, "It's me."

and she has been transferred back to our hospital."

her hair, "I see, how is she

not awake yet." The

leave her

"Don't worry, Mrs. Murphy."

The call was over.

the phone

opened and Stanley came in

mental hospital, Phoebe just finished her abortion in the hospital and was picked up by the mental hospital, so I was informed by the mental hospital." Violet put her phone in

there's a meeting in Y Country tomorrow." Stanley

"It's so

"Well, let's go

nodded with a

that night, as the family of four was reunited, plus

though, the villa began to