Chapter 3 A Punch on the Cotton

She thought it would provoke Violet, but Violet gave a smile and a polite answer.

"Thanks for asking, we are all doing well."

Phoebe felt like her fist hit the cotton.

So she went on with her sarcasm, "You've gone from a rich girl to a homeless bumpkin in one night, wearing cheap clothes and doing ordinary work. Who would believe you are doing well?"

Although she said sarcastic words, but the jealousy to Violet could be seen in her eyes.

Because she did not see abjection in Violet, on the contrary, she felt that Violet had a better temperament than she was five years ago. Not wearing makeup on face, she still looked good in skin as if she was a young girl.

It could not be gained by money.

Her heavy made-up looked inferior to that.

In face of Phoebe's sarcasm, Violet smiled and said nothing.

But it made Phoebe uncomfortable, "What are you smiling at?"

"Nothing, I just think since you have time to sympathize with me, why don’t you go back and draw more design sketches."

Violet had heard about Phoebe’s behavior when she was abroad.

So it hit in Phoebe’s pain point.

"You!" Phoebe quietly clenched her hands out of anger, but a sweet voice of a child was heard at this moment.

"Mommy! Mommy!"

At the other end of the corridor, there came two lovely children.

Seeing that her children were looking for her, Violet no longer paid attention to Phoebe, but bypassed and walked toward two children.

"Mommy, godmother is looking for you." Her daughter Arya jumped in her arms and said in a sweet voice.

"Ok, let's go find godmother." Violet stroked her daughter hair and then walked away with two children holding each in one hand.

Phoebe looked back, and was surprised to see Violet holding two children in hands. Violet had children in a few years?

As Phoebe was wondering, Violet’s son Calvin looked back at Phoebe with his big eyes.

Their eyes met.

Phoebe felt her breath had stagnation.

He looked much alike Stanley Murphy.

Especially the way they looked at people.

Would Stanley be the father of these two children?

With this thought, Phoebe's face went pale instantly.

She did not expect that Violet was pregnant after that night.

If it was true, everything she'd enjoyed for the last five years would go into ashes.

An invisible sense of threat came toward Phoebe.

No way!

She was going to find out the truth.

"Sister, I finally found you."

Phoebe pinched her handbag, turned and was to ask Violet about the children, but as soon as she took a step, she was stopped by her assistant.

The assistant who stepped forward noticed Phoebe’s pale face and asked with concern, "Phoebe, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine." Phoebe denied in a stiff tone.

She didn't want anyone to know what had just happened.

Seeing that she said nothing, the assistant didn't continue to ask but said, "Phoebe, there is a dinner in the evening, if we don't set off now, we will be late."

It was an hour's drive from Siko District to the city.

Hearing that, Phoebe was unpleasant, "When is it your turn to decide my schedule?"

Assistant was helpless about that, "Phoebe, Mr. Murphy will be there too."

"......" Phoebe was speechless.

Considering the image she had worked so hard to maintain in front of Stanley over the past five years, she could not ruin it today.

After weighing the pros and cons, Phoebe gritted teeth secretly, watched Violet who was leaving and then walked away with her assistant reluctantly.