One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis

Chapter 109 Sound Ivy Out

At present, Ivy was the most likely. Violet just got close to Stanley recently, but she was blamed to

snatch Stanley, let alone Phoebe, who was engaged to Stanley.

Killing Violet, and then framing Phoebe, this was completely a matter of killing two birds with one stone.

After that, Stanley would belong to Ivy completely.

Thinking, Violet patted Calvin's little ass, "Go. I have to go back to the room to change clothes."

"Okay, I'm going to tell Grandma." Calvin climbed off the sofa and ran to the room.

After an hour and a half, Violet came to the hospital smoothly.

Originally, she thought that there would be some accidents on the way here, so she was always

worried.

But fortunately, nothing happened in the end. It seemed that the people behind the scenes still dared

not to attack her in the public, which made her feel a lot more relieved.

"Miss Ellis." Violet knocked on the door of Ivy's ward.

Ivy was sitting on the bed and reading a book. Hearing Violet’s voice, she looked up and said, "Miss

Hunt, please come in."

Violet walked in with a smile.

"Have a seat!" Ivy pointed to the chair beside the hospital bed.

"Thank you." Violet pulled the chair away and sat down.

Ivy closed the book and placed it on the bedside, "What brings you here?"

Violet didn’t look at her but replied, "I'm here to find George, but he is not at the office. I thought he was

here, so I come here to have a look."

"George just returned to the office. Didn't you see him on the way here?" Ivy narrowed her eyes.

Violet tucked her hair, "Really? I should have missed it. I'm sending him a message."

After speaking, she took out the phone and pretended to click on it a few times.

After a minute, Violet turned off the phone and put it back in her bag, "Miss Ellis, can I wait for George

here? He will come to me later."

"Of course." Ivy nodded.

Violet smiled gratefully, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Ivy stared at her.

Being stared at by Ivy, Violet felt a little uncomfortable, so she subconsciously touched her face, "Miss

Ellis, is there anything on my face?"

"No, it's just that Miss Hunt seems to be very tired. Didn't you have a good rest?" Ivy leaned against the

head of the bed.

Violet lowered her eyelids to cover the emotions in her eyes, "Yes, something happened last night."

"Oh? What's the matter?" Ivy seemed to be very interested. She hurriedly approached Violet and

asked.

Violet looked up at Ivy, "Someone wants to kill me."

"What?" Ivy was shocked. It took a while for her to react, "Then have you called the police?"

"Yeah, but they didn’t catch the murderer." Violet shook her head regretfully.

Ivy raised her scrawny hand and patted Violet’s shoulder, "It's okay. They can definitely catch the

murderer. Don't be discouraged. But why does the murderer want to kill you?"

"Because she felt that I snatched her man." Violet smiled bitterly.

Ivy patted the sheets in indignation, "It’s gone too far. She wanted to kill you just because of this? So

vicious."

"Yeah, when I catch her, I must let her taste the feeling of be almost dying." Violet clenched her fists

and pretended to say viciously.

"Yeah." Ivy nodded in agreement.

Violet frowned slightly.

She deliberately said in front of Ivy that someone wanted to kill her. She also deliberately said that if

she caught the person who killed her, she wanted to retaliate, just to see if Ivy had any unusual

reactions.

But unfortunately, Ivy did not have any abnormalities. In this case, either Ivy's acting skills were so

good that she could deceive Violet, or she was really innocent.

"Miss Hunt, what are you thinking about?" Ivy stretched out her hand and waved in front of Violet.

Violet calmed down, forcing a smile, "Nothing. I'm thinking about George."

"Or, just make a call to him?" Ivy pointed to Violet’s bag and suggested.

Violet shook her head with a guilty conscience, "No need. Maybe he has a patient now. I can wait."

"Miss Hunt is really patient." Ivy adjusted her sitting posture and said.

"Well." Violet smiled.

Seeing Violet’s bright smiling face, a jealousy flashed across Ivy’s eyes, but it was fleeting, "Miss Hunt,

has anyone told you that you are beautiful, especially your eyes, which are the brightest I have ever

seen."

The sudden compliment caused Violet to be stunned for a moment. Then she tucked her hair

embarrassedly, "I’m flattered."

"I’m serious. Miss Hunt, can I touch your eyes?" Ivy looked at Violet longingly.

Violet wanted to refuse. But when she saw Ivy's eyes, she felt it difficult to refuse. After hesitating for a

while, she still agreed.

"Great, thank you, Miss Hunt." Ivy happily clapped her hands.

Violet lowered her head and brought her face to Ivy.

Ivy raised her hand to touch Violet's eyes.

Her cold fingers rubbed near Violet's eye sockets. Her movements were gentle as if she were treating a

rare treasure. She was reluctant to let go for a long time.

"It's really beautiful. I really like these eyes. Miss Hunt, you must protect them well. Don't let them suffer

any harm." Ivy said softly.

After hearing what Ivy said, Violet couldn't help but shuddered, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable.

But she didn't show it on her face. She just replied with a smile, "Of course, these are my eyes. As a

costume designer, I will naturally protect them."

"That's good." Ivy seemed to be satisfied with the answer and nodded in relief.

Violet stood up and said, "Miss Ellis, since George hasn't come over yet, I'll go look for him directly.

Take a good rest. Bye!"

She came here to test Ivy.

But she didn’t get anything useful, so there was naturally no reason for her to stay any longer.

Hearing Violet want to leave, Ivy didn't stop her and then she said, "Okay, Miss Hunt, bye."

Violet nodded.

After Violet left, the smile on Ivy's face faded and her eyes became cold.

Immediately afterwards, she opened the bedside drawer, took out a document from the inside, and All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

opened it. The big words ‘cornea gets hurt’ on the document pierced her eyes deeply.

But soon, she thought of something again. Her fingers slowly touched these words, then a frightening

smiled appeared on her face.

After Violet left Ivy's ward, she walked to the brain department, ready to say hello to George.

Otherwise, when Ivy asked George if she had come to him, her lie would be exposed.

"George." Violet stood at the door of George's office and knocked gently on the door.

George was bowing his head and writing something on the desk. Hearing her voice, he raised his head

in surprise, "Why are you here?"

"I'll come to the hospital to get some medicine." Violet lied without changing her face.

George stood up immediately and came to her nervously, "Get the medicine? Are you sick?"

"No, just for the wounds on the arm." Violet touched the arm that was injured yesterday.

George breathed a sigh of relief, "Well!"

Violet walked into his office.

George poured a glass of water to her, "By the way, what happened to the investigation last night? Are

there any results?"

Violet held the water glass and shook her head tiredly, "No, I almost died this morning."

"What?" George squeezed his paper cup tightly. The paper cup was squeezed into a ball, and the

water inside spilled out on his hand, but he didn't feel hot at all. His face was gloomy and terrible.

It was the first time Violet saw such an angry George. She couldn't help being shocked.

Just when she was about to say something, George dropped the paper cup, grabbed her shoulder, and

asked eagerly, "Violet, did you get injured?"