Chapter 417 Birthday Gift

Violet felt so speechless, but still told Jessie what happened.

After hearing it, Jessie sighed for a while, "It turned out to be like this. Fortunately, you found your
memory back in time. Otherwise, it will be just like me and George."

Although, she had been investigating the truth of the year. She wanted to tell George that her parents
had never done anything to harm his parents.

But so far there was no result.

If it weren't for the innocence of herself and her parents, she sometimes wanted to give up.

"I believe that one day, the truth will come to light." Violet calmly patted Jessie on the shoulder.

Jessie smiled and nodded, "I hope so. By the way, are you still planning to divorce Mr. Murphy?"

Violet leaned on the edge of the desk, "I don't know. Before going out this morning, I was actually very
determined to get divorced, but Stanley begged me not to divorce him. Then I relented."

"This is love. You love him. That's why you feel relented. In fact, subconsciously, you don't really want
to get divorced." Jessie said out Violet's deepest thoughts at once.

Violet didn’t deny it. She tucked the hair around her ears, "Perhaps! Did you see the flowers in my
office? Based on Stanley's own personality, he can't think of such a way to beg me for forgiveness.
There must be people around him to help him. If he gives me a few surprises like this, can I hold on not
to forgive him?"

"Definitely not." Jessie shrugged, "Women are all sentimental animals. If the man is romantic a few
more times, you will be moved. Then you will naturally jump into his arms obediently."



"Huh." Violet smiled.

Jessie chuckled, "Actually, I think you don't have to get divorced. Just be indifferent to him for a few
days. But it can’t last too long. Otherwise, it will be counterproductive."

"Got it. But it still depends on how sincere he is." Violet nodded.

Jessie said again, "What about the child?"

"Tell him after a while." Violet replied, touching her belly.

Jessie shook her head, "No, I didn't mean this child. This one is definitely Mr. Murphy's. I'm talking
about Calvin and Arya. Will Mr. Murphy re-accept the two children?"

"..." Violet was stunned. She really hadn't thought about it.

Violet bit her lips, feeling a little upset.

She was not sure whether Stanley would accept the two children again.

Even if Stanley accepted them, would Calvin accept him?

After all, during this period of time, both children experienced Stanley's indifference personally. It was
impossible for them to pretend that nothing happened.

Seeing Violet not speaking, Jessie sighed, "It seems that the biggest problem between you and Mr.
Murphy is the two children."

"Yes." Violet smiled bitterly, "Maybe. I can't just pay attention to Stanley's sincerity, but also notice his
acceptance of the two children. If he is unwilling to accept them, it is better to divorce. After all, I can’t
leave two children alone."



In fact, if Stanley didn’t accept the two children, she wouldn’t blame him, nor would she think he was
wrong.

After all, the two children were not his own. It was normal that he didn’t accept them. But as a mother,
she couldn't abandon them.

"Sounding him out. Before, Mr. Murphy was angry at you and your two children because of your
mother. It's not that he doesn't like the two children. Now that the misunderstanding is cleared up. I
think Mr. Murphy will accept the two children." Jessie drank a cup of water and then said.

"Let's talk about it later." Violet took a breath, "I'll go back to the office first. You arrange a few people to
move out the flowers in my office. Take some to decorate the company. Take the rest to give away
passers-by downstairs. We can't waste them."

"Okay." Jessie nodded, and then arranged for someone to do it.

Soon, Violet's office was empty. Only a few bouquets of roses were left in the corner.

Violet didn't go to see it. She just walked straight to the office.

There was a letter on the desk. She raised her eyebrows and opened it. It was a poem of love, which
was not Stanley's masterpiece at first glance.

Violet didn't know who helped him write it. It was so cliché.

He must have never read it himself. Otherwise, how could this love poem be in her hands?

Shaking her head amusingly, Violet put the love poems in the drawer and started to work.

In the following days, Stanley had been trying to please Violet and beg her for forgiveness. The sincere
attitude made others feel moved.



Jessie was moved by Stanley, and even persuaded Violet to forgive him.

Although Violet still didn't express anything, her attitude had softened a lot. At the very least, when
Stanley was about to stay overnight, she didn't drive him away. It was just that she didn’t sleep in the
same room with him.

Although Stanley was disappointed, he didn’t force Violet. It was already progress to be able to live in.

"Mommy, Daddy's birthday is tomorrow." That night, Violet was contacting a suitable model in the study,
planning to invite the other party to participate in an international competition with her.

Because this international competition temporarily modified one of the competition rules, which was
that every designer must bring his or her own model to display the designed clothes. The sponsors
didn’t provide models.

So Violet was contacting models, but she couldn't find the one that she fancied.

"Oh? How did you know?" Violet raised her eyebrows in surprise as she looked at the daughter who
came in.

She remembered that she had never told the two children that tomorrow was Stanley's birthday.

"Daddy told me." Arya said while holding Violet's leg.

In the past few days, in addition to pleasing Violet, Stanley was also pleasing the two children.

Now, except for Calvin, Arya had already called Stanley Dad again as early as the first day.

Although Violet felt very speechless about the fickleness of the little girl, she also understood that
Jessie was right. Stanley was re-accepting the two children.

This made her breathe a sigh of relief.



"Dad told you?" Violet was speechless.

What did Stanley mean? How could he tell others his birthday directly?

Was he implying others to prepare gifts for him?

"Yeah." Arya nodded.

Violet supported her forehead helplessly, "Then what gift do you want to give Dad?"

Arya put a finger in her mouth. "I don't know. I don't have money."

"Puff!" Violet laughed, "Why don't you dance for Dad?"

"Okay." Arya's eyes lit up. She immediately nodded.

Then, she blinked at Violet, "What does Mommy want to give Dad?"

"Mommy doesn't know, either." Violet looked at the little girl, "What do you want Mommy to give to
Dad?"

Originally, the birthday present she was going to give Stanley was to tell him the identity of the two
children.

But…

Violet shook her head and smiled, not thinking about it anymore.

"Mommy, I know what you can give to Dad. Dad will like it best." Arya lowered her voice, with a
mysterious look.



Violet raised her eyebrows and felt interested, "Oh? Then can Arya tell Mommy what Dad likes the
best?"

"Mommy, lower down." Arya beckoned.

Violet smiled and lowered her head, "Go ahead. No one can hear it now."

Arya stood on tiptoe, attached to Violet’s ear and said, "Mommy, Dad likes Mommy. Dad said he
wanted Mommy to give him the forgiveness. Mommy, what is forgiveness?"

Violet didn't answer her daughter what the forgiveness was, but felt very speechless about her
daughter's "Dad said".

She took a deep breath, forced a smile, and asked, "Baby, is Dad telling you to ask me to give him the
forgiveness?"


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