Daddy! Mommy Is Pregnant Again

When Violet looked at these, she just felt goosebumps rise and couldn't help but rub her arms.

Why were there so many posters and photos of Stanley's mother in Ivan's study, and what was with those wax figures?

As a nephew, why did he need to get so much stuff related to his aunt?

Unable to figure it out, Violet looked at Stanley.

Stanley's face was frighteningly grim, and the cold air and low pressure emanating from his body was even more oppressive, making people breathless.

Violet knew that he was angry, very, very angry.

And yeah, who wouldn't be pissed that a poster of their mother's picture, and a wax figure, was put all over the room like a pervert?

Violet squeezed Stanley's hand, gesturing for him to calm down first and figure out why Ivan was doing this before getting angry. Stanley closed his eyes, forcibly betraying the anger inside him, and looked at Fraser, "Is there anything else besides that?" "Yes, and a diary." When speaking of this diary, a look of incoherence surfaced on Fraser's face.

Violet had a sudden sense of foreboding in her heart, "Where's the diary?"

She asked.

And that was exactly what Stanley wanted to know.

Fraser walked to the front of the study, pulled open the drawer, took out a diary with yellowed casing, handed it to Stanley with both hands, "I have read it a little of this diary, it was recorded when Ivan was ten years old. If you want to read it, Mr. Murphy, start from the place where I have bookmarked, that is Ivan's diary after he was fifteen years old, there is the reason for the wax figures and photos of your mother." When he was done, he pushed himself aside and tried to lower his presence as much as possible.

Because knowing something so terrible, there was no guarantee that the president wouldn't take it out on him. "Stanley, just read what Fraser said." Violet saw Stanley looking down at the diary and thoughtfully advised. Stanley did as he was told after his thin lips pursed.Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

A good chunk of Fraser's bookmark was exposed, so he saw the page at once.

Seeing the contents on it, Stanley's pupils snapped shut and his killing aura spilled out around him.

Ivan!

How dare he? How dare he!

Stanley's hand holding the diary was trembling, and the back of his hand was even more bruised.

It was a sign that he was angry to the point of wanting to destroy everything.

Violet was startled and asked, "Stanley, what did you see?"

Stanley didn't answer, his eyes full of wild storms.

Violet had no choice but to go see for herself.

After seeing what was on it, she sucked in a breath of cold air and covered her mouth in surprise, "Ivan ......"

He actually had feelings for his aunt that he shouldn't have.

No wonder Ivan got so many photos of her mother-in-law as well as wax figures, because he loved her.

Not the kind of affectionate love that a nephew has for his aunt, but that a man has for a woman!

He was horrible and disgusting to think such thoughts about his aunt.

It was forbidden!

"I'll kill Ivan, I'll kill him for sure!" Stanley suddenly spoke, his voice without a trace of emotion, as long as it was thick with killing intent.

Although Violet was shocked, she didn't persuade him to dismiss such thoughts.

She knew that he was angry right now.

If she opened her mouth to advise him to calm down, he would get even angrier.

Not far away, when Fraser saw his boss like this, he even shrank his neck, not even daring to breathe loudly.

He did not know how long it had been.

Stanley seemed much calmer as he closed the diary with a thud and squeezed it tightly in his hand, "Destroy all these photos as well as those wax figures."

At that, Violet's mouth opened, as if she wanted to say something, but also ended up not saying anything.

Forget about it.

Although they were photos and wax figures of his mother, it was normal for him not to want to see these after being collected by Ivan for so long. After all, it was not like it's a real mother.

"Yes." Knowing that Stanley was instructing himself, Fraser nodded and answered.

Stanley then took one last look at the room, his eyelids dropping to hide the gloom and eerie coldness in his eyes, and turned to go out. Violet followed closely behind.

Leaving the old mansion, on the way, Stanley didn't say a word and kept reading the diary in his hand, the car was driven by Violet. Violet glanced at the man on the passenger side, the worry in his eyes undisguised, but she never opened her mouth to comfort him.

She knew that he didn't need comfort at the moment.

When they got home, Stanley then entered the study alone.

Bella came out from the kitchen with fruits and put them in front of Violet, "Mrs. Murphy, what's wrong with Mr. Murphy?"

Violet looked up towards the stairs and sighed, "It's like this......"

She told what she had seen at the old mansion.

After hearing this, Bella was so angry that she slapped her thighs, "I can't believe this is happening, how dare that bastard Ivan, that's his aunt, he ...... He....... He's being treacherous, treacherous!" "Yeah." Violet rubbed her brow.

More than treacherous, it was shocking.

Based on what Stanley had heard from his mother before, she knew that his mother was very good to Ivan and treated him like her own child.

If his mother knew that the person she treated as her own child had those kinds of feelings for her, would she regret being so good to Ivan?

But his mother shouldn't know that.

When his mother died eighteen years ago, Ivan was only thirteen, and it was only at the age of fifteen, according to the diary, that Ivan discovered that his feelings for Stanley's mother.

So, his mother shouldn't know about it.

"If I had known that Ivan was so unashamed, I should have persuaded Stanley's mother to not be nice to him back then, and I am also to blame." Bella sighed with regret. Violet looked at her, "Why do you blame you?"

"Because Mr. Murphy was not around his mother since he was a child, his mother missed him very much and cried many times until Ivan appeared later on and comforted her. I watched her cheer up day by day and was happy that Ivan could bring comfort to her, so even if she was too good to Ivan, I did not stop it." Bella smiled bitterly.

If she had known about this now, she would have never let Ivan go near Stanley's mother back then.

Violet patted the back of Bella's hand and comforted her, "Bella, don't blame yourself, no one knew back then that it would turn out like this, after all, Ivan was more than twenty years younger than Stanley's mother, who would have thought that Ivan would develop such feelings for her?"

"That's what I say, but I just can't get it out of my mind, because I can obviously stop it, but......" Bella hammered her chest.

Violet didn't say anything anymore and hung her eyes thinking about something.

It was obviously abnormal for a teenage to fall in love with his aunt in her thirties.

It could not be psychological, could it?

She had to ask George about it sometime.

That opportunity came soon.

When Bella went upstairs to bring Stanley coffee, Violet took the opportunity to dial George's number.

George was still a bit surprised when he saw the caller, "Violet, why did you suddenly call me?"

She hadn't reached out to him almost since she knew how he felt about her and how sick he was inside.

It was quite flattering for him to receive the call out of the blue now.

George pushed his reflective glasses, the corners of his mouth curved in a baffling arc, but the voice that came out was as gentle as ever. "George, I have a question." Violet said after biting her lower lip.

George leaned back in his chair, "What question, I'll try to answer whatever I can."☐☐☐☐☐☐