Chapter 477 Eason

Many netizens accused the P Country for sending a designer who was incapable but cheated to the
competition, and even suspected that the P Country was behind the plot to support Phoebe's cheating.

So much so that no one believed the explanation from the P Country that it had nothing to do with the
cheating. P Country’s international reputation was already notorious.

However, some netizens still believed in P Country and had left messages asking the association to
disclose how Phoebe cheated.

But naturally, the association didn't make it public so soon, because the investigation regarding
Phoebe's method of cheating was still underway, and even Miya, was still in the process of being
apprehended.

Once they caught Miya, everything would be clear.

In the evening, Violet finished the competition and returned to the villa with Stanley.

The two children had been brought back by Fraser.

Because it was Monday for school.

At this moment, Violet was in her room packing Stanley's luggage for him return to the country.

He had stayed over here for an extra day because of Phoebe, so he was ready to return home early
tomorrow morning, for there was a very important meeting at home waiting for him.

Suddenly, Violet's phone rang.

She dropped the man's tie, got up and grabbed the phone, sat on the edge of the bed and answered it,
"Hello?"



Her tone was cold, and it was clear that the person on the other end of the line was not making her
happy.

"Violet, is Phoebe still alive?" On the phone, came Eason's eager inquiry.

Violet replied, "Where did you learn that Phoebe is still alive?"

"It's Stanley, Stanley sent someone here yesterday to ask us if we knew Phoebe was still alive, so I
called you. Violet, is Phoebe really still alive?" Eason asked again.

"That's right, she's still alive." Violet replied.

"Phoebe is really alive!" Talia's excited voice came over the phone, "Great, that is great!"

"Yeah." Eason nodded.

Phoebe was still alive, so he wouldn't have to worry about having no one to rely to.

He held no hope on Steven, for he refused to go back.

As for Violet, he basically didn't think Violet would care about him.

And he even listened to Talia's words and took Filip as his son.

Unexpectedly, Phoebe was still alive.

Violet couldn't help but purse her red lips as she listened to the happy and excited voices of Eason's
couple on the other end of the phone.

It seemed that Eason and his wife, indeed, did not know that Phoebe had fake death in the first place,
and Phoebe had not contacted them afterwards.



It was ironic.

Their daughter, whom they spoiled so much, actually didn't trust them at all, didn't even tell them about
her fraudulent death plan, and didn't even think of going back to them with her identity as Pennie.

She knew what Eason was so happy about now, but could Eason really count on Phoebe?

Let alone the fact that Phoebe was now in the mental hospital again, even if not, she won't necessarily
be filial to Eason.

Eason was destined to have nothing to rely on in his old age, this was his retribution for betraying her
mother and her in the first place.

"Right, Violet, where is Phoebe now?" Eason asked again after he had calmed down.

He desperately wanted to know Phoebe's location.

Even Talia was listening close to the phone.

Violet ruffled her hair, "She, she's in a mental hospital."

Eason and his wife froze.

"A mental hospital?" Eason was unsure.

Violet nodded, "That's right."

"Why is Phoebe in the mental hospital again?" Eason asked.

Talia even directly grabbed his phone and roared hideously into the phone, "Violet, you sent Phoebe in,
didn’t you? You bitch, I knew you didn't have good intentions, you have a dark heart!"



Listening to Talia's insults, Violet's expression was bland, and she answered, "My heart is dark? You're
right, my heart is dark, as long as Phoebe has a bad life, I'm happy, and I don’t care I have a dark
heart."

"You ......" Talia shivered in anger.

"Okay." Eason took the phone back, "Violet, tell me, was Phoebe sent in by you? Why did you do that?"

"Why? There's no why, I did what I had to do. When Phoebe was in the country, she was in the mental
hospital, since she's not dead now, it's natural that she should go back to the mental hospital." Violet
blinked and said with an innocent face.

Eason was exasperated, unable to speak, and it took a while before he let out a voice, "Fine, then tell
me, which mental hospital Phoebe is in now?"

"No, it's a secret, so I won't say anything so that Phoebe can receive her treatment properly without
being disturbed." Violet laughed out and then hung up the phone.

"Who?" Stanley asked as he wiped his wet hair and emerged from the bathroom in a loose bathrobe.

Violet didn't hide it from him and put down her phone to answer, "Eason Hunt."

"About Phoebe?" Stanley put the towel on his neck, went to the wine cabinet, picked up a bottle of red
wine and poured a glass of it.

Violet nodded, "Yes, asked me if Phoebe is really still alive and where she is."

"What did you say?" Stanley sipped his wine and looked at her.

Violet closed his suitcase, "Of course I can’t tell him where Phoebe is. I just said that Phoebe is still
alive, so that Eason will feel irritable that he could not see her."



Stanley chuckled, "You're quite scheming."

"So, do you like it?" Violet walked over and looked at him.

Stanley looked at her with downcast eyes, "I'd like it better if you weren't pregnant right now."

With that, he gazed down and landed on her towering breasts.

Violet understood what he meant, her face blushed, "You're really ......"

"Help me!" Stanley looked at her, his eyes as deep as an ancient well.

Violet's lips twitched and she was about to refuse.

He added, "I'm going back tomorrow."

"And then what?" Violet raised eyebrows.

"And then you can't see me for some time, can you bear it?" Stanley's tone held a hint of aggravation.

Violet instantly went soft, and she agreed to help him.

An hour later, Stanley wrapped the woman into his arms with satisfaction, his large hand cupping her
belly, "One month and eight days to go."

"What?" Violet didn't understand what he meant.

Stanley explained, "In one month and eight days, the baby in your belly will be three months old, and
you'll be able to have sex with me."

Violet sat up from her arms, looking at him in surprise, "You even know that?"



"The doctor said that we can have sex when the fetus is three months old, and that it's good for the
fetus for us to do so." Stanley replied, with some obvious smugness on his face.

The corner of Violet's mouth twitched, "You really surprise me."

He even asked the doctor about this.

It was really a hard time for him during this period of time.

"Okay, go to sleep." Stanley pulled Violet back into his arms.

Violet obediently lay still.

The next morning, Stanley left the villa and went to the airport.

When Violet woke up, he was already on the plane.

"Violet, are you up?" Suddenly, there was a knock on the door of the room.

Violet answered, "Yes."

The door to the room opened and Linda poked her head out, "Good morning."

"Morning." Violet gave a smile, "What is wrong?"


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