Daddy! Mommy Is Pregnant Again

Hearing the children's questions, Stanley reached out and gently touched the children's heads, softly saying, "Mommy is still sleeping, so she won't come down, and Mommy has to work during the day, so we

won't let Mommy send us off, and she can have more sleep."

"Okay, let mommy sleep, mommy is tired from the work." Arya nodded her little head.

Only Calvin squinted at Stanley, understanding in his heart why Mommy couldn't get down.

Mommy was not the type to not come down and see them off because she had to work tomorrow.

On the contrary, Mommy, between the work and them, valued them more.

It must have been daddy tossing mummy again at night, or Mommy would have been up.

But that was good, not letting mommy send them off so that when they left, they would be sad to leave again and Arya might even cry.

Now that Mommy was not there, Arya could not see Mommy and would not cry.

"Mr. Murphy, you guys are leaving so early, do you really not let Violet come down to see you off?" On the stairs, Aimee got up at some point and looked at the three in the living room and said. Stanley let go of the two children and nodded, "She's tired, let her sleep a little longer."All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

Aimee tsked twice, "Violet will be tired, it's all your fault, forget it, since this is your decision, then I won't say anything more, but Violet will definitely be a bit sad when she gets up tomorrow morning and sees you guys are not there. When the time comes, I will help you comfort her."

Stanley gave her a rare good attitude, "Many thanks."

"Never mind, Violet is my friend, it's only right that I do that." Aimee said with a wave of her hand.

Stanley held the two children, "Then we'll go first."

"Bye, Aimee." The two children waved at Aimee in a well-behaved manner.

With a reluctant face, Aimee waved her hand as well, "Bye, remember to miss me."

"Don't worry, Aimee, we will." The two children responded.

After that, Stanley took the two children by the hand and headed for the villa's front door. As for their luggage, Adrian and a few other bodyguards had already carried them to the car. Soon, they left the villa, and by the time Violet woke up, they had almost reached the country. Violet was naturally in a very low mood when she learned that they had left before dawn.

But she knew that they were doing this because they wanted her to have more sleep and did not want to be sad when they separated.

So Violet adjusted her mood under Aimee's comfort, and then went to the tournament avenue.

Just at noon, talking to Stanley on the phone, Violet still complained about him.

If he hadn't kept tossing her around last night, she would wake up.

Stanley listened to the woman's complaint and didn't say anything other than to laugh, after all, this was the truth.

And he knew that the woman wasn't angry.

Sure enough, after Violet complained for a while, nothing happened, and after that the couple spoke for a while before hanging up the phone.

After all, Violet had originally taken advantage of her lunch break to call Stanley.

Now it was almost time for the afternoon competition to start again, so naturally they couldn't talk much.

Back at the avenue, Aimee called out to her, "Violet."

"What's wrong?" Violet looked up, only to see a bottle of water flying towards her.

Violet hurriedly reached out, took the water, and smiled, "Thanks."

"The competition is about to start again and I thought you'd be late coming back and was going to look for you." Aimee said as she unscrewed her bottle of water. Violet walked over and sat down, "How could I be late?"

"I'm just afraid that you'll forget everything you talked about with Mr. Murphy, I know the feelings of you two." Aimee laughed.

Violet also gave a laugh, "Well, let's not talk about that, review the manuscript."

"Okay." Aimee nodded her head and began reviewing the manuscript with her.

The competition, with over a hundred players, now eliminated to the point where there were only about two dozen left, and only almost three or four players left in each group.

At this rate, it would be a month at most before it was over and the final champion was decided.

In the afternoon, after the day's competition, Violet and Aimee both left the avenue.

In the car, Violet suddenly received an international call.

The call was from the mental hospital.

As for why the mental hospital would call her, it was about Phoebe.

As expected, as soon as the call was answered, the caller spoke, "Hello, Mrs. Murphy, I am Phoebe's attending doctor, and I am calling here to report to you about Phoebe's matter."

"Go ahead." Violet lifted her hand.

If this call hadn't come out of the blue, she would have forgotten Phoebe.

After all, she hadn't bothered to pay attention to her since Phoebe had been locked up in the mental hospital.

In time, she naturally forgot about her.

It was unknown why exactly Phoebe's attending doctor called this time.

"It's like this, Mrs. Murphy, I'm making this call to tell you that Phoebe has gone completely crazy." The person on the other end of the phone said.

Hearing these words, Violet sat much straighter and her expression became serious, "Is this true?"

"It's true." The doctor replied, "We have been hypnotizing with Phoebe and making her take medicine, so over time, her mental state would start to get worse, and in the end, it was completely abnormal." That was the scary thing about neurological hospitals.

Although the mentally ill people in there were said to be treated in there, were actually basically not recovered, instead the mental illness would be stretched more and more.

So rather than a hospital, it was more of a prison for the mentally ill.

A mentally ill person cannot be completely cured inside, and likewise, a normal person locked up for a long time will slowly assimilate mentally into the mental hospital and eventually become a real mental patient.

Violet had put Phoebe in there in the first place because Phoebe used to pretend to be crazy, plus Phoebe had done so many other bad things, so she let Phoebe become a real psycho. Anyway, Phoebe loved to play the psycho, didn't she?

She just didn't expect that Phoebe would be tougher than she thought, having been locked in for so long before she became mentally ill.

It had to be said that there was still something about Phoebe that she admired.

"I see, thank you for telling me this." Violet pulled the corner of her mouth and said faintly.

She still didn't bother to see Phoebe.

Anyway, Eason was dead, and between her and Phoebe, there was no relationship, so naturally there was no need to see her

"You're welcome, Mrs. Murphy, that's what we should do, but what are the arrangements for her?" The doctor inquired.

Violet rubbed her temples, "Since she's already crazy, there's no need to keep her in a room all the time, just treat her like any other mental patient, do what you need to do, just don't let her recover." She was willing to raise Phoebe for the rest of her life as long as she didn't let her turn back into a normal person.

Letting Phoebe go crazy for the rest of her life was also a punishment for Phoebe.

After all, there were some things that death was not the best means of punishing a person, making a person's life worse than their death was.

"I know, Mrs. Murphy, I'll make the arrangements." The person on the other end of the phone answered.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐