Daddy! Mommy Is Pregnant Again

"Don't worry, he won't be able to find Jessie, me and Stanley, we won't let him find her." Violet put down her chopsticks and said, "What's more, I talked to Jessie about this matter, and she said that she won't be curious about George, and she won't think about seeing him. As long as Jessie isn't curious about George, then she won't fall in love with him once again."

They say that falling in love with someone basically starts with curiosity.

The current Jessie forgot about George, but Jessie knew that she had loved George in the past and was still deeply in love, so such Jessie was the most curious about George.

But at the same time, Jessie knows that she loved George in the past and loved him very painfully, so she also restrains herself from being curious about George.

All in all, half safe, half dangerous, she guessed.

It was up to Jessie herself to restrain her curiosity about George, if she could restrain it, then Jessie would not fall in love with him, if she could not, then everything would be in vain and it would be back to square one.

Let's just hope that Jessie won't think about George and won't be curious about him.

"If she can do what she says, then of course it's no problem, I'm afraid she can't do that." Aimee said.

Violet smiled, "Actually, I'm also most worried about this, but it's useless to worry, Jessie is not around and I can't control her, everything can only depend on her, so let's trust her."

"That's all we can do." Aimee nodded.

The two didn't talk about that anymore after that, and talked about other things.

After the meal, the two left the dining room and went to the study to get busy.

This had been the norm for them every night, after all, with so much work as a judge, it was impossible to get it all done during the day.

And they were not just judges, they were mentors, and they had to give advice to the contestants under their hands on their work, suggesting the best way to modify it, etc.

And all of that, it was more than can be accomplished during daytime game time, so naturally, they come back at night and have to deal with it.

And they had to work for hours.

By the time the work was over, it was after eleven in the middle of the night.

Violet put down the pencil in her hand, stretched and stood up, then moved her sore back.

Aimee did the same, turning her neck while moving her wrists and saying with a bitter smile on her face, "I never thought that being a judge and mentor would actually be this tiring."

She thought at first that being a judge would be a matter of sitting in the judge's chair, holding a microphone and commenting on each contestant's work as good or bad.

She didn't expect to not only need to critique, but also to help the contestant revise.

Looking at Aimee with a tired face, Violet smiled, brought her a cup of coffee, "Yeah, being a judge is tiring, but don't you still have me with you, have a cup of coffee to refresh your mind."

Aimee took the coffee, "It's because I had you with me that I kept going until now, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to hold on and fall asleep."

She was supposed to be a person who did what she wanted, if she couldn't hold it together, she could just sleep it off, why treat herself so badly?

But if someone was there with her, she would lift her spirits and get through it with the other person.

Aside from respecting the other woman, most importantly, she didn't want to lose.

Violet knew what kind of character Aimee was, so she naturally knew why she said that, and shook her head with laughter, "Well, we've been busy for so long, and we're all sleepy, so let's just go back and wash up."

"Okay." Aimee looked at her watch and responded with a yawn.

The two men finished their cups of coffee, turned off the light in the study and went out to their room.

On the other side, M Country.

It was about three o'clock in the afternoon during the day in M Country.

Ivan leaned outside the operating room, his head slightly bowed, a lit cigarette in his hand.

The smoke was so thick that it obscured his face, making the expression on his face hazy and completely unreadable.

"Boss, would you like to sit down for a while?" Next to him, a bald man couldn't help but speak up.

Ivan shook his head, "No."

Seeing his refusal, the bald man wasn't speaking up.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Ivan dropped the cigarette in his hand, looked at his watch and asked, "How many hours has it been since the surgery started?"

The man heard him, thought back for a moment, then replied, "Five hours."

"Five hours......." Ivan pursed his thin lips, "Before George went in, how many hours he said the operation would take?"

"Five hours." The man said again.

Ivan narrowed his eyes, "So then, the operation is almost over."

"Yes." The man nodded, "But the actual time of the operation is accurate to what Dr. Joe or not, that's not certain, maybe it'll be later." Ivan nodded, indicating that he knew, and then didn't ask any more questions.

The man in the operating room was the same man who had invited him into the organization back then.

This man had shown him some kindness, which was why he had found out where Jessie was and lured George over for the operation. After this surgery, he won't owe anyone anything afterwards and can do his own thing in peace.

Thinking, a flash of determination flashed in Ivan's eyes, which passed in an instant.

This was quickly followed by the red light on the operating room door going out.

Seeing this, the bald man hurriedly reminded, "Boss, the operation is over."

Ivan came back to his senses, stood up straight and took two steps forward, then turned around and looked up at the door of the surgery.

The door opened and George emerged from inside wearing a green surgical gown with a surgical cap and mask.

Ivan looked at him and opened his mouth to ask, "How was the surgery?"

George took off his mask, "The operation was a success."

Hearing this, Ivan smiled and his entire body sighed in relief, "That's good."

George removed the gloves from his hands, "Now can you tell me the whereabouts of the Robinson family?"

He looked at Ivan with stern eyes.

Ivan pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket again, shook one out and lit it, smiling, "Don't be in a hurry, I always need to know if you did something to the patient's body just in case, right?" "You don't believe me?" George's face hardened.

Ivan huffed, "Don't be angry, it's true that I don't trust you, but all the same, you don't trust me either, don't you?"

George wrinkled his brow and didn't speak anymore.

Indeed, as Ivan said so, Ivan did not trust him, and he did not trust Ivan either.

Seeing George's silence, Ivan smiled again, "Look, you didn't refute my words, that's enough to show that what I said is right, isn't it? Since that's the case, it's not too much to ask that I tell you the whereabouts of the Robinson family after I have to confirm that the patient's surgery is indeed fine, isn't it? Jude."

"Yes!" When the bald man heard Ivan call out to him, he hurriedly came forward.

Ivan opened his mouth and ordered, "Go find a doctor and check if the patient's surgery was really successful, and also see if the patient's body has been tampered with."

"Yes, boss." The bald man responded, then gave George a look and went to do as he was told.

George sneered and said to Ivan, "You can indeed find someone to confirm my surgery and whether I did anything to the patient, but if it turns out that I didn't do anything and you gave me a false whereabouts then you, Ivan, don't blame me for getting you killed!"☐☐☐☐☐☐