Chapter 394 Grabbing the Bag

No wonder Stanley had been cold to her.

Maybe he really thought that his parents' death had something to do with her mother.

But since her mother had died, he couldn't figure it out, so that was why he was cold to her.

“Violet, I know what you're thinking, but this is a matter of great importance, and we must get it
straight.” Jessie looked at Violet seriously.

Violet took a deep breath and barely calmed down, “I know, I will figure it out and give an explanation to
Stanley. I definitely don't believe that my mother will be involved with the death of Stanley's parents.”

“Well then, let's hire a private detective to investigate, but more than ten years have passed since the
incident, it might take a long time to get the result.” Jessie suggested.

Violet squeezed her palms, “It's okay, I can wait, I'll go find the detective now!”

With that, she grabbed her bag and left the office.

Jessie reached out her hand, trying to stop Violet.

Violet's figure, however, had already disappeared.

Jessie had no choice but to put her hand down and smile bitterly as she looked at the design on the
desk.

“You should tell me which of these designs are good and which are to be revised before you leave. I
have to take them to the register.”

After Violet left the company, she drove to the largest detective agency in J City and paid a deposit of
five hundred thousand for them to investigate the matter.



After doing this, Violet barely felt much better.

Now she just needed to wait for the result to come out.

And Violet was to do a paternity test on the two children and Stanley.

She would never believe that Stanley was not the father.

Coming out of the detective office, Violet looked up at the sky, which was a bit overcast and seemed
like it was going to rain in a while.

Violet gathered her coat around her body and was ready to go to the parking lot and drive to pick up
her two children.

Suddenly, a figure ran past her.

Violet only felt a pain in her shoulder, and then the bag she was carrying on her shoulder was snatched
away by the man.

Violet's eyes widened as she froze, and then she came back to herself and hurriedly chased towards
the man, shouting, “Help, catch the thief!”

When pedestrians on the road heard that, they all stopped to watch but none of them went to help.

Violet couldn't help but feel some chills, but she continued to shout while chasing.

She believed that there would always be people who were kind and warm-hearted.

Sure enough, with Violet's persistent pursuit, someone actually helped her go after the thief.

The man was fast and caught up with the thief a moment later and managed to snatch the bag back
after a struggle with the thief.



The thief covered his stomach and let out some harsh words then ran in to the crowd and disappeared.

Violet came to the man who had helped her snatch back her bag, resting her hands on her knees and
exhaling heavily.

The man handed her the bag, “Miss, here is your bag.”

Violet rested for a while before catching her breath and raised a grateful smile, “Thank you.”

She picked up the bag.

The man waved his hand, “It's okay, see if anything's missing.”

“Ok.” Violet opened her bag and started checking, her phone, evidence, cosmetics and Stanley's hair
were all inside.

Violet sighed in relief and closed the bag with satisfaction, “Nothing is missing, thank you. if I am not
still in a hurry to pick up the kids, I would treat you to dinner, but it's too late now, so take this money as
my rewards.”

After saying that, she took five hundred and handed it over.

The man waved his hand, saying repeatedly that he didn't need it.

But Violet didn't want to owe anyone a favor, and forcefully shoved the money to him before she left.

The man watched her leaving and gave a wry smile.

“I didn't expect that we'd get a thank you fee for putting on a show. I got hit by you, so give me a half of
the money.” At that moment, a man suddenly walked out from an alleyway not far away.

It was the thief just now.



The thief was looking greedily at the five hundred in the man's hand.

The man took the three hundred out, pressing his lips, “Take it.”

“Good.” The thief hastily took the money and stuffed it into his pants pocket, then asked, “By the way,
did you switch the thing?”

The man pulled a small waterproof bag out of his coat pocket with a few hairs in it, “Of course. Let's go,
get a meal, and go to the employer.”

With that, the two walked away shoulder by shoulder.

Violet received the two kids. In the car, she said to them, “Calvin, Arya, give me some of your hair.”

Arya didn't know why her mother wanted her hair, but dutifully pulled it off and handed it to her.

As Calvin handed it to Violet, he asked, “Do you want to do a paternity test for us and Uncle Murphy,
Mommy?”

Violet looked at him in surprise, “How do you know?”

“I guess, even though I said that Arya and I weren't Uncle Murphy's children, you didn't believe me, so I
guessed that you would definitely do a paternity test.” Calvin said with a smug look on his face.

Violet rubbed his hair, “You are smart. Sit well, I am driving.”

Both children nodded in unison.

Violet started the car, but instead of going back to the villa, she drove to a hospital.

It was not Henry's hospital, it was another one.



She was trying to hide the paternity test from anyone, just in case someone replaced the genetic
sample.

While the likelihood was small, she could be careful.

The result of the paternity test would not be available until two days later.

Violet felt that it was taking too long, but for the sake of accuracy, she could only accept it.

When she returned to the villa, Violet found that Stanley was actually there, which surprised her greatly,
“Stanley.”

Stanley was sitting on the sofa, and when he heard her voice, he raised his head slightly, and then
lowered his head again without responding.

Violet's eyes instantly dimmed, but she still managed to squeeze out a smile and walked over, “Did you
move back?”

“I came back to get my stuff.” Stanley spat out faintly.

Hearing that, Violet was disappointed.

The two children beside her sensed the change in her mood and followed suit.

Arya was now quite afraid of Stanley being cold, and didn't even dare to want his hug as joyfully as
before. She held Violet's hand tightly and stared at Stanley.

So did Calvin, but he asked, “Uncle Murphy, are you not going to come back in the future?”

“What did you call me?” Stanley's pupils shrank as he raised his eyes to look at Calvin.

Calvin blinked, “Uncle Murphy.”



Hearing that, Stanley looked gloomy, pursing his lips.

He didn't know why, obviously these two children used to call him Uncle Murphy, but now it sounded so
harsh to his ears.

It was as if they should not call him Uncle Murphy.

Seeing Stanley in a somewhat bad mood, Violet squeezed the two children's hands, “Calvin, take your
sister upstairs, I want to talk with… Uncle Murphy.”

Since Stanley didn't want to believe that he was the father, they shouldn't call him dad for now.

She would wait until the paternity test result to come back.

“Ok.” Calvin nodded his head and pulled Arya upstairs.


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