Daddy! Mommy Is Pregnant Again

"Vera!" Miranda responded.

Afterwards, Vera could no longer hold herself together and ran towards Miranda in tears, hugging her and saying sorry over and over again.

She really knew she was wrong to blindly trust someone who wouldn't even show her face and to take the blame for her.

Yet what did she get in the end?

She got nothing, not only did she spend six months in jail for nothing, the man didn't even help her family pay their debts like she said she would.

So, her six months in jail were completely wasted, and more than that, she made her mother so sad that she had been trying to look for someone to save her. Even her brother was bullied by those kids at school.

She was really wrong, so wrong!

"I'm sorry, Mom, I'm sorry." Vera lay on Miranda's knee, crying tears of sadness, self-recrimination and guilt.

It was true that Miranda was angry with her, but the reason her daughter was to pay off the family's debts.

So no matter how angry or annoyed Miranda was, she would not push her daughter away, let alone give up on her.

Otherwise she would not have struggled to find a way to get her out.

Violet leaned against the side of the car, just quietly watching the mother and daughter hugging each other, without going up to disturb them.

It was only after a long time that Miranda thought of Violet, and only then did she gently pat Vera's shoulder, signaling for her to stop crying and get up.

Vera wiped her tears and stood up from the floor.

Miranda took her hand, "Vera, go, go over with me to meet Mrs. Murphy."

Vera gave a nod.

They came to Violet, Miranda pushed Vera to Violet, "Vera, say thanks to Mrs. Murphy."

Vera looked at Violet and bent down and bowed deeply towards Violet, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Murphy, I shouldn't have taken the blame for someone in the first place, I'm really sorry, and thank you for not giving up on me and keeping arresting Ivy to save me out, I really appreciate it!"

She had already heard from the prison guards that Ivy had been caught and had given an account of all her crimes.

Otherwise, she couldn't really get out so soon.

Violet looked at Vera, helped her up, just said: "Since you are out, from now on, take good care of Miranda, do not do similar things just because of the temptation of others, especially when you have not even met the person. The other party has not even given you a deposit, but you foolishly agreed to take the blame for her, in the end, you got nothing but had spent six months in jail."

Vera was blushed by Violet's words.

She looked at her mother who had gray hair and nodded heavily, "Don't worry, Mrs. Murphy, I know what to do. After this lesson, I won't be as innocent and foolish as I was before to easily trust others, I will take good care of my mother in the future, do some business with her and raise my brother."

"Good." Violet nodded.

She then raised her wrist and looked at her watch, "It's late, I'll see you back first, I have other things to do after that."

"Thank you, Mrs. Murphy." Miranda and her daughter hurriedly thanked her.

Violet opened the car door and, together with Vera, helped Miranda get into the car and then drove away from the prison.

On the way, Violet talked a lot to Vera.

Vera also asked about Ivy's current situation.

Violet didn't hide anything from her, and told her what she could say.

When Vera heard this, her heart was filled with the pleasure of revenge.

"Great, she deserves to pay for all the bad things she's done!" Vera clenched her fists in indignation.

Violet drove on, "You're right."

Soon, they arrived at the destination.

Violet drove off alone, heading for Ivy's villa.

Stanley had already gone over there first.

Now that Vera was out, the time had naturally come for Ivy to pay the price.

She was going over to see what Stanley would arrange.

Stanley asked the two bodyguards to open the door, and then walked in with Fraser.

In the room, Ivy surprisingly did not lie down, but sat against the head of the bed.

Seeing the two enter, she raised her eyes and spoke in a hoarse voice, "Stanley, you're here."

"Vera has come out." Stanley stopped a short distance across the bed, clearly unwilling to get too close to Ivy.

He was disgusted.

Naturally Ivy could see it and gave a self-deprecating laugh.

With her appearance, it's natural that people wouldn't want to get close to her, she's messy, dirty and smelly, who would want to get close to her?

"Is that so? Vera is out, you know what you want to know, then naturally I'm useless, so Stanley, you're going to execute me, right?" Ivy said as her hand placed in the blanket tightened. Stanley pursed his lips and did not say anything.

Ivy looked at him, "If you don't say anything, it proves I guessed right. Let me think, how would you execute me? Send me to jail? Or ...... No, no, you hate me so much, sending me to jail would be sparing me, after all, I won't be tortured in jail. Although I did all this, the court will sentence me to death, but before I die, I won't have any damage, so you will definitely be unwilling to see such an outcome, after all, I killed your parents, you can't wait to torture me to death, so how can you send me to the police and die so easily?"

Stanley narrowed his eyes, "You're quite clever, you can even guess this."

Ivy snorted, "I know you too well, if you love someone, you will give her whatever she wants, on the contrary, if you hate someone, you will ravage her to death little by little, so, you will let me die for the sake of your parents, but you will not let me die so easily, you will torture me and make me suffer of dying, won't you?"

Stanley gave a cold chortle, "Since you know, are you ready for this?"

"Would I be so calm if I am not ready for it?" Ivy spread her hands and shrugged her shoulders.

"In that case, Fraser, have her taken out and moved to......"

"Wait a minute!" Before Stanley could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Ivy.

Her hand on the quilt was clenched tightly, and she squeezed it so tightly that her palm was cut and blood kept flowing out.

But she didn't care about that, she just stared at Stanley, "I know, you want them to move me to another place and torture me to death bit by bit, but Stanley, I won't let you do that, I was born from a rich and noble family, overlooking millions of people, that is to say, I have always been high above, only I execute others, not others execute me. You want to execute me, but I won't let you do it.

"Oh? Then what do you want?" Stanley's thin lips curled up coolly.

Ivy's hand, which had been placed under the cover, finally came out.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

Fraser looked at her bloodied hand and couldn't help but exclaim, "That's a mirror shard!"

It was so pointed, so it, apparently, was carefully selected.