Daddy! Mommy Is Pregnant Again

Jessie shook her head gently, "That's not true, Violet and I are best friends for years, never had a fight or a conflict." "Then why?"

Jessie lowered her eyes, "It's a little something that happened to me on my own, not quite fit for work anymore." After saying that, she stood up, "Okay Lorenzo, let's not talk about that, let's go, I'm hungry, let's go eat first, my treat."

"Okay." Lorenzo also stood up.

Jessie smiled, "Let's go."

The two men joked and laughed as they got into the car.

Seeing the reply from Jessie, Violet was about to be pissed off.

What did she mean she didn't want to come back?

What the hell was she up to?

Violet was angry and anxious, and dialed Jessie's number.

However, Jessie was just like George, and her phone couldn't even be reached.

Violet was dizzy with anger and rubbed her temples.

Seeing her like this, Bella couldn't help but ask, "Mrs. Murphy, what's wrong?"

"It's Jessie, saying something about not wanting to come back to work." Violet said with a sigh.

Bella pondered for a moment, "Don't want to go to work? Is it because she is in love? I've heard that many companies rule that employees are not allowed to fall in love, because they are afraid that employees will delay their work because of that, could this be the case with Miss Robinson?"

Hearing this, Violet blinked, "In love?"

"I'm guessing." Bella smiled.

Violet rubbed her chin and finally shook her head, "It should be unlikely, Jessie likes George, she shouldn't be with another man, and even if Jessie is with another man, with that career mind of hers, she's not someone who would give up her job just because she's in love."

"In that case, I don't know, why don't you go find Miss Robinson and ask her yourself, Mrs. Murphy?" Bella suggested.

Violet nodded, "Okay, I will do it the day after tomorrow, it just happens to be the weekend, and I'll go see Jessie's parents on the way. Well, Bella, I'm done eating, I'll go to the office first."

"Go on, be careful on the way." Bella admonished.

Violet nodded with a smile, "I will, don't worry, I'll go first."

She waved her hand and left home.

Meanwhile, in the Murphy Group.

Stanley had just finished the meeting and came out of the conference room when Fraser greeted him with a complicated face, "Mr. Murphy, Dr. Baxter is here."

Stanley paused slightly in his steps, "Henry? Isn't he locked up at home? Why is he out?"

"I don't know, but I think he has got it over and that's why he was released, I thought he snuck out at first too, so I even contacted his father, but his father said that he was the one who released him." Fraser replied.

Stanley nodded slightly, indicating that he knew, "Where is he now?"

"In the hall, waiting to see you."

"Well, let's go." Stanley nodded and agreed to meet.

Soon, he arrived at the hall and Fraser opened the door.

Henry was sitting on the couch, a glass of water in his hand, and was bowing his head, seemingly in a daze.

Stanley frowned and lifted his foot to walk in.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Henry immediately snapped back to his senses and looked up at Stanley, a far-fetched smile squeezing out of his face, "Stanley, you're here."

"Don't smile if you don't want to, it's ugly." Stanley walked across to him and sat down in front of the sofa.

Fraser went to the side to make tea.

When Henry heard Stanley saying that he was forcing a smile, his face flushed with embarrassment for a moment and he lowered his head, "I'm sorry."

Stanley was right, he didn't really want to laugh, and he couldn't.

It was just a forced smile out of politeness.

Even if Stanley saw it, he knew it was ugly.

"Mr. Murphy, here is the tea." Fraser poured the tea and handed it to Stanley.

Stanley reached out and took it, but didn't drink it, placing it directly on the coffee table in front of him, looking at Henry and saying lightly, "Tell me, how did you come out?"

Henry twirled the teacup in his hand, "My father let me out, I no longer have any desire to die with Ivy."

"Oh?" Stanley raised his eyebrows, "Not anymore?"

Henry smiled bitterly, "The only reason I wanted to die at the time was because of the thoughts I had after hearing the news of Ivy's accident and having an instant emotional breakdown, but after all this time of calming down, I've come to understand how ridiculous my thoughts were at the time."

If Stanley hadn't stopped him at that time, maybe he really died, and when that happened, his parents would, without a doubt, be the most heartbroken and unacceptable people.

Perhaps his parents would also be devastated by his death and fall ill, or in severe cases, might even die.

If that was true, he really didn't deserve to be a son of them.

Stanley looked at Henry, his thin lips hooked slightly, and soon it returned to normal as if nothing had happened, "It seems like you've grown up in this time, after all."

"Should I thank you for the compliment?" Henry took a sip of his tea.

"No need." Stanley replied with a straight face, and then asked, "Since you don't want to die anymore, what do you come to see me today for?"

"I want you to give me Ivy's body." Henry said as he raised his head and looked at him.

Stanley was slightly surprised, "What do you want Ivy's body for?"

Did he want to take it and make a specimen and keep it at home and see it every day?

Seeming to see what Stanley was thinking, the corners of Henry's mouth twitched, "You're overthinking it, I just want to personally bury her myself, and it's a final goodbye to this relationship of mine, don't worry, what I said is true, and my father agreed."

"Is that so?" Stanley narrowed his eyes, still skeptical.

Henry nodded, "Yes, if you don't believe me, you can contact my dad."

"No need, I believe you, you are not daring to lie to me, or you know the consequences." Stanley said as he crossed his legs.

Ivy's body was time to be disposed.

To be honest, he was still worried about where Ivy would be buried.

It was impossible for him to bury Ivy next to her parents, and it was estimated that her parents didn't really want Ivy, their daughter, to be buried on their side.

If he was buried in a normal cemetery, he felt that it was too good for Ivy.

People like Ivy shouldn't even be buried that well.

But now that Henry had offered to bury Ivy, it was a solution to his worries.

"You want Ivy's body, fine, I agree." Stanley said with a nod.

Henry's face lit up with joy as he hurriedly put down the cup of tea in his hand, "Stanley, thank you."

"You don't need to thank me, I just don't want the trouble to stay in my hands." Stanley said indifferently.

Henry didn't care if what he said was true or not, and asked again, "By the way, Stanley, is it Ivy's body still in the morgue of the third hospital?"

"Yes." Stanley nodded.

Henry stood up, "I know, I'll go over and make the arrangements."

With that, he lifted his foot straight for the door.

Stanley frowned and beckoned to Fraser, "Send someone over with him, keep an eye on him and don't let him get into trouble."

"Are you worried that Dr. Baxter is pretending, and that he actually hasn't gotten over his grief over Ivy's death, thus doing something stupid again?" Fraser asked. Stanley did not deny it.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Fraser straightened his back, "I know, I'll go arrange for someone to go over with him."

"Go ahead." Stanley nodded.

Fraser lifted her foot and exited the room.

Stanley didn't leave, still sitting there drinking tea until the cup was empty, and then he got up and left.