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.

score, a

time for the result

with the

an average score of 9.28, then Group B, was 9.27, and Group C

host read further down the page, Violet's mood became more

clear that the host read the scores according to the higher or lower

was in a

the designers, which was scored the

was how the round came to an

were relieved and started cheering, even discussing going out for a night of drinks

force her, because

just walked out of the competition avenue

head, "You've been waiting here for

me to wait for you here, Mrs. Murphy. Mr. Murphy is still in a meeting and asked me to take you to the

"Thank you,

shook her head, "You're

a gesture of

and went to

the cell phone in her purse rang, from the mental

that it could be Phoebe, Violet answered it,

The nurse on the other end of the

Violet nodded, "It's me."

has been completed and she has been transferred back

hair, "I see, how is

awake yet." The

nodded, "Okay, I'll leave her in

"Don't worry, Mrs. Murphy."

The call was over.

the

Stanley came in from

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

sighed, "It's so

let's go

nodded with

the family of

day, though, the villa began to