Chapter 400 Meet Vera Again

What could Ivan do with his arms and legs broken under the cliff?

And he believed that Violet wasn't that kind of person either.

But for Ivan's care for Violet, Stanley had to admit that he minded.

Ivy lowered her head and stopped talking.

She didn't mean anything else by saying this, she just wanted to tell him that Violet and Ivan might
have something.

He'd have a dilemma in his mind even if he didn't believe it.

When that happened, he would have a problem with Violet.

Thinking of that, Ivy raised the corner of her mouth.

Stanley rubbed his temples, "Alright, you go first."

"Ok." Ivy nodded her head and lifted her feet to leave.

Stanley's head was slightly raised as he leaned against the back of the sofa, closing his eyes wearily,
only to open them after a long time and get up to go to the bathroom.

The next day, Violet went to the police station.

Miranda was waiting for her at the gate of the police station, and when she saw Violet coming, she
hurriedly came over, "Mrs. Murphy."

"Just call me Violet." Violet smiled.

Miranda just listened to it and did not change her address.



After all, Violet was just being polite.

"Mrs. Murphy, the application from the police station has been approved, and a car will come and take
us to the prison later." Miranda said.

Violet nodded her head.

The two then went into the police station, signed some document, and then got into the police station
car and headed to the prison.

At the same time, Stanley received a call from the police station, and his brow furrowed when he
learned that Violet had gone to see Vera.

The case of Vera had been closed.

Why did she go and visit Vera?

And she was there with Vera's mother.

"Fraser." Stanley put down his pen and called Fraser in.

Fraser stood next to his desk, "What can I do, Mr. Murphy?"

"Get the car ready and go to the prison." Stanley ordered.

Fraser was surprised before he nodded, "Ok."

After Fraser was out, Stanley got up, put on his jacket and left the office after he signed the contract.

Half an hour later, he arrived at the prison.

When Stanley entered, he saw Violet and Miranda sitting together talking about something.



Before Violet saw him, Miranda saw him first and shouted in surprise, "Mr. Murphy."

Stanley knew Miranda, after all, the Chambers family had cooperation with him before they went
bankrupt.

If Vera had not done that, Stanley wouldn't mind giving her a response.

But now, he did not.

Therefore Stanley pretended he didn't hear it and put his eyes on Violet.

Violet stood up, "Stanley, what brings you here?"

Instead of answering, Stanley asked, "You came to see Vera?"

"Yes." Violet nodded, "But the time for visitation hasn't come yet."

Stanley pursed his lips, "Why do you want to see her?"

Violet lowered her eyes and didn't answer.

She had wanted to tell him yesterday the purpose of her meeting Vera, but thinking about that she met
Ivy when she knocked on his door yesterday, she didn't want to say anything.

And it was supposed to be her business, and there was no need to tell him.

Seeing that Violet didn't answer, Stanley's face turned even colder and darker.

On the side, Miranda looked at him and then at Violet, suddenly realizing that the two might have a
quarrel.

Mr. Murphy was indifferent to Mrs. Murphy.



But she, an outsider, did not feel right to answer. She spoke, "Mr. Murphy, here is the thing, yesterday
......"

Miranda told Stanley what happened yesterday.

Stanley's pupils shrank, "You're saying that the murderer isn't your daughter?"

"Yes." Miranda nodded with red eyes.

Stanley narrowed his eyes at Violet, "Why didn't you tell me?"

Violet laughed at his words, "Was it me who didn't want to tell you? It was you who refuse to give me
the chance to meet you."

Thinking about Ivy yesterday made her feel diabolical.

Stanley looked at the mockery and anger on her face, his brow furrowed.

Just as he was about to say something, a prison guard approached, "Visiting hours for 257."

Number 257 referred to Vera.

In prison, names were not used but numbers.

Miranda looked to Violet, "Mrs. Murphy, you can go see Vera now."

"Ok." Violet nodded her head and was about to follow inside.

Unexpectedly, she saw Stanley following behind her.

She looked at him sideways, "You want to see her too?"

Stanley ignored her, his face cold.



Violet laughed to herself, feeling really stupid.

Why asked since he was cold to her?

And she shouldn't think he'd treat her any better until the results of the investigation came out from the
detective agency.

So Violet stopped paying attention to Stanley, and her face went cold.

The two were husband and wife, but now they looked like they were strangers.

Stanley knew that his attitude towards her was bad and wrong, but he couldn't get past over, that was
why he ignored her.

Instead of him holding a grudge against her now, it was more like, he didn't know how to get along with
her.

But now when he saw Violet treating him in the same way as he treated her, he didn't feel comfortable
in his heart.

With such a contradiction, Stanley's face looked grim.

Soon, they arrived.

Violet saw Vera once again.

At this moment, Vera, compared to when Violet first met her, was haggard, and had lost much weight.
Her long hair had been cut, leaving less than two centimeters in length.

Miranda covered her mouth and cried on the spot.



Seeing that, Vera tried to go to comfort her, but her lips moved and her voice could not come out.

Violet sighed and picked up the microphone, "Hello, do you remember me?"

She asked.

Stanley stood behind her, squinting and gazing at Vera behind the glass.

This woman really was not the murderer?

Vera looked at Violet in a listless manner and picked up the microphone as well, "I do."

Her voice was unmistakably raspy and dry, as if she hadn't had a drink of water in a long time.

But Violet knew that she hadn't spoken for too long that caused her voice to become strange.

"Yesterday, I heard from your mother that you were taking the blame for someone else, is that true?"
Violet softened her tone as much as she could.

Vera burst into tears at once, "How can she cheat me? How can she cheat me? She said she would
pay the debt for my family, why doesn't she do it? ......"

Her brother had been bullied and her mother had been constantly intimidated.

She regretted that she had been so innocent to believe that woman’s words.

But more than that, she hated that woman not keeping her word!

Violet caught the hatred in Vera's eyes and was already completely convinced in her heart that she was
really innocent.

Stanley saw that too, his fists on either side clenched tightly, his breath around him cold and terrifying.



That murderer had fooled him.

"Who is she?" Violet stared intently at Vera, desperate for news of the true culprit.

Knowing that Violet was the person her mother had called to help her, Vera forced herself to stop crying
and after settling her emotions, she replied, "I don't know who she is, I haven't seen her once, but I've
heard her voice, it's somewhat familiar. I just can't remember where I've heard it before."

"Familiar?" Violet pursed her lips, "Since you find it familiar, it must be someone you know."


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