One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis

Chapter 93 Go to the Hunt Family

Stanley was not much better than Violet at the moment. But seeing her looking like this, he pulled her

up from the ground. Under her blank gaze, he raised his chin and kissed her.

"Um..." Violet immediately widened her eyes. Her mind went blank for a while.

She... She was kissed forcibly?

Realizing this, Violet had a touch of shame in her eyes.

She just wanted to push Stanley away, but Stanley breathed into her mouth.

Her hand which had raised stopped abruptly. Then she realized that he was not kissing her forcibly, but

saving her.

How could this be!

Violet frowned.

The air in the factory was already diluted with nitrogen to the point that there was not much left. He

actually breathed into her mouth at this time. Didn’t he want to live?

Thinking of this, Violet bit Stanley's lips vigorously, wanting him to let her go.

However, Stanley only paused for a while, and then still continued. He hugged her waist tightly so that

she could not struggle.

Although he breathed into her mouth, Violet was still deprived of oxygen in her brain and fainted.

Stanley also couldn’t hold on. His always deep eyes also became blurred at this moment. He was

about to faint too.

At this moment, Jessie's voice suddenly sounded from the direction of the door, "Violet, are you

inside?"

Stanley forced himself to hold on. He gritted his teeth and picked up Violet with difficulty, then walked

staggeringly towards the door. When he reached the door, he kicked the door.

Jessie outside the door was startled first, and then quickly took out the key to open the door.

The door was opened. A foul smell came.

Jessie couldn't help but retched several times, "What is this? Why is it so smelly?"

Stanley ignored her and hugged Violet to the outside lawn. After putting her on the ground, he himself

fell beside her, breathing in fresh air.

Jessie came over, "Mr. Murphy, what’s hell going on? What happened to Violet?"

She pointed to Violet beside him.

Stanley raised a hand to cover his eyes, and told her what happened in weak voice.

After hearing it, Jessie was so furious, "God! It's so mean! They actually want to kill you guys. I'll call an

ambulance."

After speaking, she immediately took out her phone.

"No need." Stanley stopped her, "Nitrogen can suffocate people to death, but as long as you breathe in

fresh air, you will be fine soon."

"Well, that's great!" Jessie was relieved when she heard this.

Stanley rested for a while. His dizzy head gradually recovered. He sat up and rubbed his eyebrows,

"How do you know we are still here?"

"I guessed. Violet didn’t go back yet, and Calvin couldn't get through to Violet, so he contacted me.

Then I rushed to find you guys." Jessie replied, "Fortunately, I came in time. Otherwise…"

She didn't continue. She felt scared as long as she thought about it.

Stanley nodded, hugged Violet and put her into the car not far away.

Then he turned on the mobile phone flashlight, walked around the factory building, and finally returned

with a small electronic instrument.

Seeing that instrument, Jessie exclaimed, "The signal shield?"

Stanley didn't answer. He took out the handkerchief in his chest pocket, wrapped the instrument, and

threw it to her, "Find someone to verify how many fingerprints are there on it."

"Okay." Jessie nodded.

Stanley got into the car and drove towards the apartment.

When Violet woke up the next morning, she found that she was not in the factory building, but on the

soft bed. She was dumbfounded, "Am I dead?"

"Nonsense! Of course not. If I hadn't rushed to rescue you in time, you would be at the crematorium

right now." Jessie leaned against the door of the room and said.

Violet looked up at her, "Jessie?"

Jessie walked over to the bed, picked up the bedside clothes and threw it on Violet's head, "Yeah!

Hurry up! Let’s have breakfast."

Violet gave a hmm, and then rushed to her, "Jessie, I really thought I was dead this time. Thank you!"

Jessie felt dumbfounded and then touched her head, "Don’t be so sensitive! Let me go! If you hold me

like this, others who don't know it will think you like me."

"Ewe…" Violet rolled her eyes at Jessie, but felt moved.

She knew that Jessie wanted to relieve her inner fear so she deliberately said these.

"Well." Thinking of something, Violet grabbed Jessie's hand and asked eagerly, "Where is Mr. Murphy?

Is Mr. Murphy okay?"

"Don't worry. He's okay. His lung capacity is much stronger than you. He recovered last night." Jessie

replied with a shrug.

Violet breathed a sigh of relief, "Great, so great."

Jessie sat down by the bed and looked serious, "Violet, the person behind-scene has been found out. It

was Talia. It was also her who bribed that guy to rob your handbag."

Hearing this, Violet paused when she changed her clothes, and then went on again, with no big

surprises on her face, "I already know. Mr. Murphy and I guessed it was her last night. But how did you

find it out?"

"I am not so capable. The police station and Mr. Murphy helped to investigate. The person who robbed

your handbag and the person who destroyed our machines were both in the same gangster

organization. Mr. Murphy sent someone to arrest the leader of this organization. He said it was Talia."

Jessie yawned and said tiredly, "This time, we owe Mr. Murphy a great favor."

"There is more than one." Violet shook her head.

She knew very well that if Stanley didn’t breathe into to her mouth last night, she might not have

survived to be rescued at all.

She owed him another life!

Jessie fell on the bed and said, "Violet, now that the truth is found. How are we going to deal with Talia?

Three million! We must not let her go easily."

"Of course not. You’re going to sort out the evidence. I will go to the Hunt family myself." Violet lifted the

quilt and got out of bed.

Jessie abruptly sat up from the bed, "You go there by yourself? What if there is some danger?"

"Don't worry. I'm not so stupid. I won't just break in stupidly without preparing for anything." Violet

smiled.

Jessie felt a little relieved, "That's good! I’m going to send the evidence to you."

After that, she climbed out of bed and went to Calvin to borrow the computer.

Soon, the evidence was sent to Violet's phone. After reading it, Violet’s face became cold.

After breakfast, Violet let Jessie take care of the two children and then went to the Hunt family alone.

This was the second time she came back after being kicked out of the Hunt family.

The first time was five years ago when her younger brother, Steven, had a heart bypass operation. She

came back to ask Eason for money, but she didn’t get the money, instead of being ruthlessly kicked Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

out.

That time, it was raining hard and it was dark. So she didn't take a good look at the villa. This time she

saw it clearly, but she couldn't find a shadow it used to be familiar with. Everything changed.

With a light sigh, Violet suppressed the emotion in her eyes and pressed the doorbell.

"Who is it?" In the display next to the doorbell, a woman dressed in a servant's clothes popped out.

Violet took a look and asked politely, "I'm Violet, Eason's daughter."

"Mr. Hunt's daughter?" The woman was shocked. It took a long time for her to calm down, "Please wait

a moment. I'll go to tell Mr. Hunt."

After she spoke, the display went black.

Violet stood there and waited for a few minutes. The woman just now came to the door and opened the

door for Violet.

After thanking her, Violet didn't need her to lead the way, and just went straight into the villa.

Eason and Talia were having breakfast at this time. Phoebe was not there.

Talia looked at Violet who came in, and suddenly sneered, "Who is this? Isn't this Violet? What a rare

visitor! Why are you here?"

"I came here to you." Violet replied coldly, and then glanced over her, looking at Eason on the main

seat, "Dad."

Eason ignored her, as if he hadn't seen her.

Violet lowered her eyes. She was not angry, but smiled faintly.

In Talia's eyes, Violet’s smile was a wry smile. So Talia couldn't help but be happy, "What’s matter?"