Daddy! Mommy Is Pregnant Again

Stanley also looked at the fireplace, "Actually, before Ivy died, she had left her last words."

"What?" Henry looked stunned, "Last words?"

"That's right, it's for you." Stanley looked at him.

Henry's pupils twitched and his mouth opened for a moment before he spat out a sound, "For ...... for me?"

Stanley nodded.

Henry still seemed to be in some disbelief, his face holding a hint of bewilderment.

He could not believe Ivy left him a last message!

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Ivy didn't love him, didn't feel the slightest bit of affection for him, and never did more than use him like a tool.

So how could she leave him last words?

However, looking at Stanley's serious look, it was obviously true that Ivy had really left him last words.

"What did she say?" Henry asked urgently, clenching his fist, which trembled slightly.

Stanley looked at him, "Ivy said that she was sorry for you and that she already knew who she loved." Henry's pupils dilated, "...... What does this mean?"

"It means exactly what you think it means." Stanley said.

Henry's heart skipped a beat and his mouth opened, unable to speak.

What he thought was why Ivy said she was sorry to him while telling him she knew who she loved.

That statement, apparently, meant to tell him that she loved him!

Otherwise, she would have just told him she was sorry and there would have been no need to add 'knowing who she loved'. And yet Ivy had said so, and that had only one result, and the person Ivy loved was him!

Realizing this, Henry's body was trembling slightly, and only after a long time did he make a sound, "Ivy, she ...... loves me." "Yes, Ivy has long had her heart set on you, she just didn't know it herself." Stanley said with his hands in his pockets.

Henry lowered his eyelids, his eyes turning hot once more, "Is that so?"

Ivy loved him, but Ivy didn't know it herself.

How ridiculous that he loved Ivy, but also didn't notice that she had fancy on him.

What could be more ironic than two people who obviously love each other, but in the end don't even know that they love each other?

If he had realized it sooner, he might have persuaded Ivy to abandon evil for good.

Yet all was not what if.

Even if he had known about it earlier, Ivy's fate would not have been any better, since Ivy had killed Stanley's parents when she was ten years old.

Neither of them were enlightened at that time, he wasn't in love with Ivy either, and Ivy was even less likely to like him, so even if he and Ivy liked each other together later on, it wouldn't change how things ended today.

Today, he could only know that Ivy loved him and held that in his arms as the rest of his life fell into deep grief.

Looking at Henry's silent tears, Stanley narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "I thought you'd get emotional after you found out that Ivy loved you."

It had even crossed his mind that Henry, knowing this, might still revive the idea of accompanying Ivy to her death.

Surprisingly, however, Henry was more subdued than he would have liked, and didn't even yell or scream, other than silent tears.

When Henry heard Stanley's words, he took a breath and replied blandly, "As I said, I've already let go of my emotions, and naturally I won't have too many fluctuations, but when I learned that Ivy loved me, I did feel very upset in my heart, but I calmed down after I knew that whether Ivy loved me or not, the result would be the same, because there's no way Ivy could come back to her life, so be it. Ivy and I were just meant to be together, and it's good to have it broken off like this."

With that, Henry looked at the still-burning crematorium and a faint smile lifted his face.

All this time, it was him who loved Ivy and was paying for her.

It was enough for him to know now that Ivy loved him too.

In the future, he would not fall in love with anyone else, nor would he marry again, and would live alone with this love for Ivy.

Stanley seemed to read Henry's thoughts, his thin lips pursed, wanting to say something, but in the end he said nothing, just standing quietly next to him, watching with him as Ivy turned into ashes bit by bit. Not knowing how long it had been, it was already somewhat dark when the two of them emerged from the crematorium, and by now Henry had an additional box in his hand.

That was Ivy's urn.

It was sad to see a man who was once five-foot-tall and weighed over 88 pounds now a handful of ash in a tiny wooden box.

Stanley and Henry arrived at the parking place and were about to say something when their phones rang.

Stanley took out his phone and looked at it, it was Violet calling, after his eyes softened, he answered the call. Violet's concerned inquiry came, "Honey, it's so late, why haven't you come back yet? Are you busy at work?" Usually Stanley would either pick her up from work on time or go straight back home.

Even if something came up and he could not get back on time, he'll send a message to let her know in advance.

Yet now it was so late and he hadn't even messaged her or gone back, which really worried her.

After hearing Violet's words, Stanley then remembered that he had forgotten to send her a message and answered, "Sorry, I forgot, I was at the crematorium with Henry, so I didn't even notice it was dark." "You are in the crematorium with Dr. Baxter?" Violet was startled by his words and stood up from the couch at once, "Dr. Baxter isn't dead, is he?"

Before, Henry had made a fuss about staying with Ivy, so it was possible that Henry was dead now.

Violet's voice wasn't small, and Henry, who was standing beside Stanley, naturally heard it all, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

"Stanley, you couples really think I'm going to die for sure." Henry said helplessly.

Stanley chortled, "Isn't that the illusion you gave us?"

"Uh......" The corners of Henry's mouth twitched again, and he finally lowered his head, smiled shyly, and didn't say anything more, just silently stroked the urn in his hand.

Stanley stopped looking at him and returned his attention to the phone, "Henry isn't dead, he's fine."

"Not dead?" Violet froze, and then asked, "Then what are you doing at the crematorium?"

"Today is the day of Ivy's cremation." Stanley replied.

Violet drifted off, "So that's it, that's right, it's been so many days, it's time for cremation, has it been cremated now?"

"Yes." Stanley glanced at the urn in Henry's hand.

Violet nodded, "So when are you coming back?"

She wasn't asking about Ivy's subsequent burial.

To her, that was no more important than Stanley coming home.

What was more, she didn't want to know at all when Ivy would be buried and where she would be buried, after all, she was an enemy, who would care about the afterlife of an enemy?

"I am on my way now." Stanley said as he glanced at his watch.

Violet smiled, "Good, hurry up, the kids and I are waiting for you at home for dinner."

"Okay." Stanley nodded with a gentle face.

Hanging up the phone, Stanley put the phone back in his suit pocket and twisted his head to look at Henry, "When do you plan to bury her?"☐☐☐☐