Daddy! Mommy Is Pregnant Again
Chapter 209 Psychological Illness

"Yes, Violet, now the scolding for you on the Internet is becoming more and more intense. We can see your scandals on any website. If this continues, I am afraid that your home will be found out by those extreme netizens who hate you." Jessie also looked at Violet worriedly and didn't have the time to feel sad.

Violet took Violet's hand and patted it, "It's okay. I will solve it tomorrow."

"Do you have a way?" George asked.

Violet nodded slightly, "Yes."

"What way?" Jessie was curious.

Violet smiled mysteriously, "You guys will know tomorrow morning."

Seeing that Violet refused to say, Jessie glanced at George and didn't ask anymore.

It was noon soon.

Violet let them stay here for lunch before going back to the hospital.

Jessie and George had no objections, and agreed.

After that, Jessie and Violet went to the kitchen to cook, while George stayed in the living room alone.

Looking at the bunch of bright red roses on the coffee table in front of him, George only felt extremely dazzling. After a touch of coldness in his eyes, he couldn't help but stretch out his hand towards the roses.

Thud!

Violet and Jessie heard the breaking noise from the living room in the kitchen, and stopped washing the vegetables.

"What sound?" Jessie asked when she looked at the kitchen door.

Violet shook her head, "I don't know. It seems that something is broken."

"Go out and have a look."

With that said, Jessie wiped her wet hands on her apron twice before walking out of the kitchen.

Violet followed closely and went out together.

As soon as they went out, they saw George lying on the ground. Around him, several water glasses were all broken.

Of course, the most miserable thing was that the bouquet of roses Stanley gave to Violet was pressed by George at the moment. The flowers were all flattened, and the petals were scattered everywhere. This bunch of flowers had been destroyed.

"George, are you okay?" Jessie's face changed as she watched George fall to the ground, and then she hurriedly ran to help him up.

Violet also went to help.

They two helped him back to the sofa.

After George sat down, he looked at Violet with ashamed, "Violet, I'm sorry. I caused you trouble. I broke your water glass and flowers."

Violet looked at the broken flowers on the ground. It was fake that she didn't feel upset. After all, it was given to her by Stanley.

But even so, she couldn't blame him. She could only force a smile and wave her hand in reply, "Never mind. It's just some water glasses and flowers. It's lucky that you're okay. But what happened to you? Why you fall to the ground?"

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Jessie, who was picking up broken glass, also stopped and looked at George. She wanted to know the answer.

George smiled bitterly and said, "I wanted to go to the bathroom, but I couldn't use strength when I walked. When I fell down, my arm accidentally swept the flowers and the water glass off."

"It turned out to be like this." Violet suddenly lifted her chin, then turned to look at Jessie who had swept away the broken glass, "Jessie, help George to the bathroom. I will take these out and throw them away."

"Okay." Jessie nodded and went to support George's arm.

Although George frowned at her touch, he did not refuse. He walked towards the bathroom with her support.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped, turned his head and watched Violet go out holding the broken flower. Then he smiled.

Seeing it, Jessie was stunned, and suddenly realized something.

After Violet went out, Jessie looked at the man next to her in disbelief, "George, did you deliberately destroy Violet's flowers?"

George's eyes flickered. He was pretending not to understand what she said, and looked at her indifferently, "I don't know what you are talking about!"

"You know!" Jessie tightened the hand of his arm, "George, you did it deliberately, right? You are jealous that Violet accepted Mr. Murphy's flowers. That's why you did it. Violet doesn't know what the real you are. But I grew up with you. I know that you could do these things."

"So what?" George lifted his shoulders and pulled out his arm. "So are you going to tell Violet that it's me who deliberately ruined her flowers and I'm actually a psychopath? ?"

"I didn't mean that. Can you not think of me that way?" Jessie looked at him with tearful eyes. Her face was full of sadness.

"Don't think about you that way?" There was obvious disgust and hatred in George's eyes, "You are such a person who likes to speak out secrets, aren't you? If it weren't for you, my parents would not have been killed by your parents!"

Jessie closed her eyes in pain, tears running down, "George, how many times do you want me to tell you before you believe it? The death of your parents had nothing to do with my parents, nor was it that I said out your secrets. I don't know why those people knew the whereabouts of your parents. My parents were not accomplices. They were there trying to save your parents."

"Enough!" George interrupted her grimly, "I don't want to hear your sophistry. You don't deserve to mention my parents!"

Jessie was frightened by his fierce eyes. Her face turned pale, and she couldn't say anything.

Violet returned after throwing flowers and broken glass. What she saw was the scene of George's hatred of Jessie. She was shocked and asked, "What's the matter with you guys? Quarreling?" Hearing her voice, George immediately suppressed all his hatred and returned to his usual gentle appearance.

Jessie did the same. She lowered her head to wipe away her tears, and grinned, "No, it was just a dispute with George."

"Really?" Violet looked at George.

The appearance of the two of them just now was not like a simple dispute.

Especially the hatred in George's eyes for Jessie made her feel terrified.

"Of course." George glanced at Jessie and responded with a smile, indicating that it was indeed the case.

Violet could tell that neither of them told the truth, but she couldn't ask anymore.

After all, between these two people, it was too complicated.

"Well, since you said so, I won't ask. I'll go back to the kitchen first." Violet pointed towards the kitchen.

"Okay." Jessie replied.

George also nodded.

After the lunch, the two went back to the hospital. Violet continued to return to the study to draw design drawings.

After she finished painting and binding, it was already time for kindergarten to end in the afternoon.

Just as Violet was about to dress up in disguise, and went to the kindergarten to pick Arya back, the mobile phone in her pocket suddenly rang.

While looking for clothes in the closet, she took out her mobile phone. Seeing that it was Stanley's call, she answered without hesitation, "Mr. Murphy."

"I'm calling to tell you that I'll pick up Arya in a while." Stanley sat in the car, tapping lightly with one hand on his knee, holding the phone in the other. He said softly to the phone.

Violet had already heard the car. She paused when she rummaged through her clothes, "Mr. Murphy, are you already on the way to the kindergarten?"

"Yeah." Stanley raised his chin lightly.

Violet closed the closet door, "Well, thank you, Mr. Murphy."

"Never mind." Stanley replied, and then hung up the phone.

At exactly this time, Fraser had already parked the car and turned to remind him, "Mr. Murphy, kindergarten is here."

"Got it." Stanley put the phone back in his pocket, opened the door and got out of the car, walked towards the kindergarten, and found Arya's class in a familiar way.

But before he entered, he heard Arya's cry at the door, "You guys are talking nonsense. I have Dad."