One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis

Chapter 292 It’s Sam

Because when normal people knew that others had children, no matter how surprised they were, they

should say “you actually have children!” or “when did you have children?” instead of “how come you

have children!”

From this sentence, it could be seen that Sam knew that Stanley was infertile long ago. Because it was

Sam who drugged him, he would know!

Thinking of this, Stanley was so furious that he pulled a long face. He was filling terrible aura.

Henry stood up and patted Stanley on the shoulder, "Well, don’t be angry. It’s useless. Please

cooperate with the treatment."

Stanley glanced at Henry. His voice was cold and merciless, "I see. Don't tell Violet about this."

He didn't want Violet to think that he was a useless man!

Henry understood Stanley's thoughts and cleared his throat lightly while pushing his glasses. He was

obviously holding back a smile, "Okay, rest assured. It's about your man's dignity. I will help you keep a

secret."

Stanley pursed his thin lips and said nothing. Then he took out his mobile phone and dialed Fraser's

number.

The call was connected quickly. Fraser yawned, "Mr. Murphy, what's the matter?"

"A few months ago, I asked you to investigate Sam. How is it going?" Stanley asked, rubbing his sore

temples.

Henry was surprised, "You actually investigated Sam a few months ago?"

Stanley looked down and did not answer.

The reason why he investigated Sam was because Sam had a very big reaction when he saw Violet

and Calvin and then left in a hurry.

But at that time, Stanley didn't know the reason for Sam's fleeing. He only thought it was something

else, so he asked Fraser to investigate, but after so long, Fraser didn't report him.

"Sam?" Fraser was stunned for a moment, and then he thought of something. He patted his forehead

and replied, "Sorry, Mr. Murphy, you never asked me, so I forgot. I investigated him at the time and

didn't find him do something weird."

"It's really not weird to buy medicine." Henry shrugged, "Most people will buy medicine, so few people

think that there is a problem with buying medicine."

Stanley's thin lips curled up coldly, "Although buying medicine does not make people think too much, it

happens to be the clue."

As he said, he squinted his eyes and asked Fraser, "Did you find out what medicine Sam bought five

years ago?"

"Medicine?" Fraser grabbed the glasses on the head of the bed and put it on his eyes. After thinking for

a while, he replied, "No. I just got that Sam always went to a private hospital five years ago. I thought

he was seeing a doctor, so I didn't pay much attention. Mr. Murphy, it’s..."

"That's it!" Stanley squeezed the phone with a cold face and interrupted Fraser, "Immediately

investigate the hospital. I want to know everything about Sam in that hospital back then!"

"Yes!" Although Fraser didn't know what Mr. Murphy was going to do, he nodded without asking more.

Then, Stanley put down the phone.

Henry stretched himself, "It's getting late. I have to go back first, and I will let you know when the This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

treatment plan is finished."

Stanley gave a hmm, indicating that he knew it.

Henry turned and walked towards the door of the study.

Stanley didn't look at him. He crossed his fingers on the table. His eyelids drooped, and his eyes were

cold, which made people shudder.

He was thinking why his grandfather left a will that could defeat Sam but didn’t just give him directly

after instead asked the assistant to leave a message for him, asking him not to look for the will if Sam

did not harm the Murphy family and the Murphy Group.

He was also considering whether to obey Grandpa or not. After all, this was his grandfather’s last wish.

The most important thing was Sam and his family was obedient and hadn’t done anything to the

Murphy family and the Murphy Group, then he could let them go. But now Sam actually dared to drug

him! He would never let go of them.

When he found the will, he would definitely kick them out of the Murphy family!

Thinking of this, Stanley narrowed his eyes. There was terrifying fierceness in his eyes, but soon, it was

fleeting.

Then, he stood up and walked out of the study to the room.

Back in the room, Stanley saw Violet sitting on the bed with a thin quilt, holding a design notebook and

pencil in her hand, writing and drawing.

Hearing opening the door, Violet stopped the movement in her hand and turned to look. Then she saw

Stanley coming in. She smiled slightly, "You’re back?"

When Stanley heard this, he felt so warmed. His heavy and gloomy mood suddenly improved a lot.

He gave a hmm. His face eased a lot. Then he speeded up his pace and walked over, "Why did you

not sleep yet?"

"I’m waiting for you." Violet closed the design book, "Have you finished talking with Dr. Baxter?"

"Yeah!" Stanley raised his hand, preparing to take off his tie.

Seeing this, Violet immediately put down the design notebook, lifted the quilt, got up and walked to him,

stopping him, "I'll do it."

She pushed his hand away.

Stanley lowered his head and watched her kneeling motion, without speaking. His eyes were very dark.

It seemed that something was flickering in his eyes.

Violet didn’t notice it. While helping him to untie his tie, she said, “You just pulled it so fiercely. It’s a

provocation to fashion designers. For us, every work is like a child, so we don’t want to see consumers

treat them so rudely. Done."

Violet threw the tie she had taken off on the bed, clapped her hands, and prepared to leave.

However, Stanley took her hand at this moment. He swallowed, and his voice was hoarse, "It's not over

yet. Go on."

"Go on?" Violet looked at him suspiciously, "It's done. Isn't the tie here?"

"There are still clothes and shirts not taken off." Stanley looked at her.

Violet's eyes widened slightly. She understood everything in an instant. She was blushed, "Why do you

want me to take them off?"

"I want to put on my pajamas. I can't just take off a tie, right?" Stanley looked down at her, with a smile

in his eyes.

Violet saw it, then her face flushed even more, "Then take them off by yourself!"

"You took this matter over by yourself, so you have to finish it." Stanley said.

"I..." Violet opened her mouth and was speechless.

Yes, when he was taking off his tie, she couldn't stand his movements and took it over from him.

Unexpectedly, he actually asked her to do this!

Violet covered her face, then put her hand back on his shirt, and began to undress him.

During the period, her fingers inevitably touched his chest. She didn’t mean it. In Stanley's eyes, it

seemed to be flirting with him, making his chest seem to be brushed by feathers, itching. His eyes were

getting more and more dimmed.

The next moment, he narrowed his eyes and directly pressed Violet on the bed.

Violet was stunned, staring at him blankly, "What are you doing?"

Stanley did not answer. He just bowed his head and kissed her.

At this moment, Violet knew what he was going to do. She silently rolled her eyes at him. But finally she

put her hand around his neck and responded to him.

Stanley received the response, as if he had received some kind of encouragement. After he narrowed

his eyes, his kiss became deeper.

The next day, Violet felt sore in her waist and back.

Violet rubbed her back and glared at him.

Stanley walked to the bed in a bathrobe with wet hair, apparently just after taking a shower.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.