One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis

Chapter 314 No Evidence

Stanley pursed his thin lips and did not speak.

He also found things unpredictable.

In the morning, Lily laughed and talked to them while having breakfast with them. Unexpectedly, she

passed away in the afternoon, just like his grandfather back then.

Before Grandpa committed suicide, Stanley could not see that he had any suicidal behavior at all. By

the time Stanley learned about it, it was already too late.

"It's all my fault. It's all my fault..." Violet grabbed the quilt and blamed herself painfully.

After hearing this, Stanley frowned tightly, held her face, looked at her crying face, and said in a deep

voice, "It's not your fault. None of us can expect the what will happen the next second, so it’s not your

fault!"

Listening to his words, Violet said in a trembling voice, "But...but I obviously had a chance to save my

mom. I didn't catch it. I just let her go to the Hunt’s by herself. I..."

She couldn't speak anymore. She lowered her head and covered her face.

Stanley sighed slightly, and hugged her into his arms again, offering silent comfort.

After a long time, the cry of the woman in his arms gradually became much smaller.

Stanley looked down at her. She lowered her head and drooped her eyelids. She was like a withered

flower, without any energy. Her eyes were not radiant, and were covered with dead ashes. Even her

hair was also messy and dull.

Violet just looked like a walking corpse.

Stanley felt a little sorry and wanted to cheer her up, but he knew that it was not realistic.

"Stanley, where is my mom now?" Violet sat on the hospital bed, staring blankly at the ground. She

asked in a hoarse voice.

Stanley stroked her hair, "In the morgue."

"I want to see her." Violet grabbed his sleeve.

Stanley wanted to say no, but then he thought that it was her mother after all, so he finally agreed,

"Okay, let me tell Henry."

Violet gave a hmm, and stopped talking.

Stanley glanced at her worriedly and walked out of the ward.

Outside the ward, Henry leaned against the outside wall to smoke a cigarette. Seeing Stanley coming

out, he passed one to him.

Just when Stanley was about to refuse, Henry took the cigarette back again, "I forgot you can't smoke

or drink during treatment now, so I'll smoke it myself."

Stanley glanced at him coldly.

Henry was not afraid of him, smiled and put the cigarette back into the cigarette box, "She woke up?"

Stanley nodded slightly, "She wants to see Lily."

The smoke in Henry's mouth almost fell to the ground. He was choked by the smoke. His face was

flushed with coughing, and it took a long time to get better, "What are you talking about? She wants to

see Lily?"

"Um."

"Are you kidding me? She is not afraid of nightmares? Lily looked terrible now." Henry said seriously.

Stanley turned his face slightly and looked at the door of the ward, as if he could see the person

through the closed door, "It's okay. That's her mother. She won't be afraid."

With this, Henry suddenly had nothing to say. He sighed and nodded, "All right, then I will approve it.

You can take her there."

"Okay." Stanley finished speaking, opened the door of the ward and went in.

Violet looked at him dully, "How is it? Does he agree?"

Stanley nodded, "Yes."

Violet didn't say anything. She was about to get out of bed when she opened the quilt.

But because she hadn't eaten for a day and she cried so much, she was already weak, so when she

got down from the bed, she lost strength and fell to the ground.

Fortunately, Stanley was right next to her. He couldn’t watch her fall. So before she fell to the ground,

he picked her up, "I'll take you there."

Violet did not refuse.

She had no strength now.

In this way, Stanley carried Violet to the morgue.

The floor where the morgue was located was very cold, but Violet did not feel cold at all.

She gently pushed Stanley's chest, "Stanley, put me down first. I can go in by myself."

"I'll be with you." Stanley didn't put her down.

However, Violet shook her head and refused his company, "No, I want to accompany my mother

alone."

Stanley didn't speak anymore and put her down.

Violet leaned on the wall and went in.

The staff inside had been told a long time ago. After seeing her come in, he didn't say anything, and

pointed to a certain location, "Go ahead. There."

Violet looked at the bed. Her eyes were red again, but this time she didn't cry. She bit her lips, took a

deep breath and walked over.

Stanley waited for her outside. After waiting for about a few minutes, Fraser came.

Fraser first looked at the door of the morgue, then sighed.

When Violet was in a coma, he knew that Lily had an accident. Stanley told him and asked him to

investigate the truth of the matter.

Because Lily was dead, it was impossible to know from her whether she fell by herself or was pushed,

so they could only investigate it by themselves.

The police station was also investigating the matter.

"Mr. Murphy." Fraser retracted his gaze and called Stanley.

Stanley nodded slightly and responded.

Fraser walked to him and stopped, "Mr. Murphy, ... is Mrs. Murphy okay?"

"She's okay for the time being." Stanley answered when he looked at the mortuary opposite.

With her character, there would be a period of time that she was unable to get out of the grief of her

mother's death.

Fraser sighed, "I didn't expect such a thing to happen to Ms. Smith"

"How is your investigation?" Stanley asked in a deep voice.

Fraser reported seriously, "I went to the scene to see the place where Ms. Smith fell. There are only

traces of Ms. Smith alone. It looks like she did fall by herself. Of course, it is not ruled out that Eason

and Talia cleaned the scene."

Stanley squinted his eyes.

Fraser said again, "Because there were only three of them at the scene. They could completely clean

up the traces and made an illusion that Ms. Smith fell down by herself before calling the police."

"So it is still impossible to judge the truth of Lily's death?" Stanley said with a gloomy face.

Fraser nodded, "Yes, because there are no evidences that Eason and his wife pushed Ms. Smith, and

there are not enough clues to determine that Ms. Smith fell by herself, so this case froze here. If the

truth can’t be found within the specified time..." Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

"The case will be closed on the grounds that Lily fell down the stairs by herself." Stanley interrupted

him.

As soon as Fraser was about to respond, Violet pushed open the morgue door and came out with red

eyes, "How can this be!"

She still didn't believe her mother fell down by herself.

"Have you heard it?" Stanley looked at her.

Violet gave a weak hmm, "I'm going to the police station. I want to see Eason."

"No." Stanley disagreed this time.

Violet clenched her fists, "Why?"

"You can't hold it!" Stanley pursed his lips, "You don't have the strength now. How can you go to see

him? Have a good rest now, then go to see him tomorrow."

Violet originally wanted to hold on. But seeing his firm eyes, she eventually agreed.

"Let's go back to the ward first." Stanley stretched out his hand to pull her.

Violet avoided, putting her hand behind her back, "I shook my mother's hand."

Stanley was stunned. But he didn’t persist and then he put his hand down.

The two walked side by side towards the elevator, with Fraser following behind.

After entering the elevator, Stanley looked at Violet sideways, "What do you plan to do with your

mother’s funeral?"