Daddy! Mommy Is Pregnant Again

"By the way, Stanley, do you want to report to the police about Ivy's suicide? After all, the police know that Ivy is in your hands." Violet looked at Stanley and asked. Stanley lowered his eyes and said in a light voice, "Of course."

"And Dr. Baxter." Violet added.

Stanley frowned, "I'll have someone notify Henry later, well, let's go, there's no point in staying here anymore."

Violet gave a nod, "Okay."

She didn't want to stay here any longer either, it was really the thought of staying in the same villa with a dead man that made her feel a bit queasy.

The two left the villa and Fraser stayed behind to take care of the follow-up.

After all, Ivy's death must have required some proper handling as well. The disposal of the villa and the collection of Ivy's body all needed to be arranged. When they returned home Bella came out, "Mr. Murphy, Mrs. Murphy, you're back."

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Bella suddenly saw the blood on his hand and asked in surprise, "Mr. Murphy, are you hurt?"

"No, it's someone else's blood." Stanley replied.

He then went straight upstairs.

With Ivy dead, the hatred between him and Ivy would be gone.

But there were some things that he had not yet thought through and some hatred that he had not completely let go of.

He still needed, alone, to think about it and let go of it completely before he could do so.

Violet watched Stanley's figure disappear into the third floor stairwell until he was completely out of sight before she looked down and withdrew her gaze.

Bella looked at Violet in confusion, "Mrs. Murphy, what's wrong with Mr. Murphy? Why does he feel in a bit of a bad mood?"

"He is indeed in a bit of a bad mood because he didn't avenge himself, but his enemy died, it is a feeling that made him think about it." Violet said with a sigh. Although Stanley said everything had been gone since Ivy's death, but, he was clearly upset about Ivy's suicide.

But this discontent had nowhere to vent out, so he did not feel happy.

"His enemy is dead?" Bella exclaimed, "Ivy ......"

Violet nodded under Bella's surprised gaze.

Bella drew in a breath of cold air, "It's Mr. ......"

"No, it was Ivy herself who killed herself." Violet shook her head and replied.

Bella swallowed hard and took a long time to slow down, "Suicide? She would actually kill herself?"

Violet gave a laugh, "Pride got the better of her. She did not want to be disposed of by others, and at the same time she knew she couldn't escape, so that's why she cut herself." "So that's it, then she had guts." Bella said with a grimace.

Violet didn't speak anymore, her eyes drooping as she was thinking.

After a moment, she shook her head, pushed down the emotion in her heart, and changed the subject, "Bella, where are Calvin and Arya?"

"Calvin has gone to the sparring gym, and Arya followed him there." Bella answered.

Violet nodded her head, indicating that she knew, and then asked nothing else.

Time flied and it was evening.

Stanley had not yet come out of the study and he did not even come down when Bella asked him to come downstairs for dinner.

Having no choice, Violet herself went up to him.

When she came to the door of Stanley's study, she raised her hand and knocked on the door.

The man's low, husky voice came from the door, "Come in."

Violet unscrewed the door and entered, the study was dark, not even turning on the light.

Violet turned the light on and saw the man sitting behind the desk and she said, "Why don't you go down for dinner?"

Stanley was not surprised it was her.

After all, if it was Bella who knocked on the door, Bella would surely call out to him.

So it must have been her, which was why he had asked for her to come in, otherwise he wouldn't have let her in at all.

"No appetite." Stanley lowered the hand propping his head up and said in a light voice.

Violet walked over, "You really don't have an appetite or you don't want to eat?"

Stanley pursed his thin lips and didn't speak anymore.

Violet sighed, "You don't even turn on the light, so you haven't released it yet?"

Stanley wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his head in her stomach, his voice low, "How can I be so quick to relieve myself? I spent more than ten years to find out who killed my parents, and finally found Sam and Ivy, yet Ivy ended her life in this way, so what is my dedication of these ten years?

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Violet stroked his hair, "I understand your feelings, but now that Ivy is dead, it won't help if you are like this, you will only put yourself in a more painful situation, so Stanley, think about it, it's good that Ivy is dead. Although you didn't do it yourself, she made amends, didn't she?"

"I know, I just think that it's too easy to let her die." Stanley narrowed his eyes and said in an icy voice.

Violet patted him on the back, "Actually, I don't think it was easy for her to die."

Stanley frowned and looked up at her, clearly puzzled as to why she thought that.

Violet said with a smile, "Didn't you say that Ivy has a proud personality and strong self-esteem, and that she didn't want to be executed, that's why she ended herself? So I think that if she wasn't really desperate, she definitely wouldn't have done that. She wanted to live more than anyone else, not to die, if she really wanted to die, she would have died long ago, so I think that during the time she was locked up in the villa, she must have suffered from great fear and torture inside."

Stanley's eyes flashed, clearly understanding what she meant.

She was referring to the fact that Ivy had been tortured internally and that was why her death was not easy.

"Maybe." Stanley said, rubbing his brow.

Violet put her hand on his shoulder, "Well, don't think too much about it, in fact, it is a happy thing when your enemy dies, at least, she died in front of you, and she knew that in your hands, there was no way she could live. If she died in a place you didn't know and died by accident, you should be more upset."

After all, to die in a place Stanley didn't know or to die in an accident, that would really be a mockery of Stanley's preparation for revenge over the past ten years.

After this enlightenment from Violet, Stanley took a deep breath and his tense form relaxed.

It was obvious that he had listened to her and had begun to figure it out.

Violet patted him on the shoulder, "What are you going to do with Ivy's body?"

"Cremation, just find a random mausoleum and bury it." Stanley frowned in disgust.

It never occurred to him to bury Ivy next to his parents, so that Ivy could make amends with them forever.

Maybe his parents still find it annoying to see Ivy every day.

"Okay." Violet nodded, thinking that was good.

As they were talking, Stanley's mobile phone rang.

Violet turned her head and saw the mobile phone on the desk with the word Fraser on it.

"It's Fraser calling, pick it up." Violet handed the phone to him.

Stanley mumbled, but instead of putting it to his ear, he simply put it on speaker.

"What is it?" Stanley asked.

Fraser's voice came, "Mr. Murphy, Ivy's villa has been cleaned up, and Ivy's body has been sent to the nearest hospital morgue." Stanley nodded, "I see, did you inform Henry?"

"Not yet, something delayed me this afternoon, so I didn't make a move yet." Fraser scratched her hair apologetically.