Daddy! Mommy Is Pregnant Again

Hearing Bella's words, Violet smiled, "That's true, I understand."

The best children will always have parents who compare them with their own children. Even their children like Stanley at the beginning, they will eventually become annoyed with Stanley, so it is normal for Stanley to have no friends.

"And that's not all, those boys even joined together to bully Mr. Murphy, but he finally took care of them by himself, but after that, those boys were even more afraid to approach him, and when they saw him, they were just like rats seeing a cat." Bella covered her lips and said with a smile.

Violet felt amused, "Hahaha, he's talented to compare his peers."

"They were indeed far inferior to him."

Violet lifted her chin, "That's true, so how did Dr. Baxter end up becoming friends with Stanley?"

She was curious about this.

"Dr. Baxter was a stalker." Bella raised her eyes slightly and said nostalgically, "Dr. Baxter was the only child who wasn't afraid of Mr. Murphy, he worshipped Mr. Murphy, and when Mr. Murphy got used to Dr. Baxter, they gradually became friends."

Violet ruffled her hair, "So that's how it is."

"Speaking of which, I'm actually quite thankful to Dr. Baxter, if it wasn't for him, Mr. Murphy really wouldn't have had a single friend since he was a child, and his personality might have become even colder." Bella said.

Violet's eyes flickered slightly.

She approved of that.

"Mrs. Murphy, I'll go out first." Bella looked at the time and realized it was late, so she had intention of going out.

Violet smiled and handed over the empty milk cup, "Okay, take care of yourself, Bella, you should sleep early too." "Okay." Bella smiled cheerfully and went out.

At the third hospital, when Stanley arrived, Fraser was waiting for him at the hospital gate.

When he saw his car coming, he hurried down the steps, "Mr. Murphy."

"Where's Henry?" Stanley asked, tossing him the car keys.

Fraser followed him into the hospital, "Dr. Baxter is in the morgue."

"How long have you been staying here?" Stanley narrowed his eyes.

Fraser thought for a moment, "Almost half an hour, I arrived half an hour ago and asked the morgue manager, so I learnt that Dr. Baxter went in a few minutes before I arrived."

It is logical that anyone, other than the police forensic officer and the administrator of the mortuary, should not stay in the mortuary for too long.

Firstly, they are afraid that the body will be tampered with, and secondly, the morgue is so cold that it is easy to freeze people out.

So when Stanley heard that Henry had gone in for half an hour and hadn't come out, his face instantly turned cold and grim.

Coming to the door of the morgue, Stanley stood outside the door and listened for a while, not hearing any movement inside, his eyes narrowed, then he turned around and instructed the two hospital security guards behind Fraser, "You guys go in and bring out the person."

"Yes." The two guards nodded and pushed open the door to the morgue and went in.

Before they followed over, the hospital had instructed them to listen to Stanley.

So when Stanley ordered, they naturally had to do it.

Soon a voice came from inside the door of the morgue, the angry shout of Henry, "Let go of me, let go of me, I'm not going out, let go of me!"

However no one listened to him.

Soon, Henry was escorted out by two security guards, one left and one right.

The two guards let go of him and his body instantly collapsed to the ground, unable to stand properly.

Fraser was surprised, "What's going on?"

Stanley's thin lips pursed into a straight line, "Your legs

The two security guards were afraid that they might misunderstand that Henry's unsteadiness was their fault, so they hastily explained, "Mr. Murphy, Dr. Baxter has been in the morgue for too long, and when we went in, he was sitting on the floor by the ice bed like this, so his legs were frozen numb and he couldn't stand up steadily. When his body temperature comes up after a while, the blood will flow through and he'll be fine."

"So that's how it is." Fraser responded.

Stanley's tightly pursing thin lips relaxed.

He really thought that something had happened to Henry's legs as well.

The two guards nodded, "Yes, because the hospital has dead people every day and also families come to the morgue every day, so this is a common situation."

Stanley nodded, "I know, you guys step aside first."

"Okay." The two guards responded and walked off to the side in unison.

Stanley looked down at Henry, who was sitting on the floor like a walking corpse, and his brows knitted together.

"Henry, look at you now, what do you look like?"

Henry's eyelids lifted slightly, then drooped again, but otherwise there was no other reaction, as if he was really a body without a soul, his whole body was out of shape, and he looked like he was dying. This look directly stirred up the anger within Stanley.

He stepped forward and raised his foot to kick him to the ground.

Henry was kicked straight by Stanley and his body slid at least two meters on the ground, unable to get up for a long time, he could only lie on his back covering his chest and coughing violently. This scene stunned not only Fraser, but also the two security guards not far away.

How could they have expected that this man, who looked so noble and elegant, would be so violent that he would go straight to kicking Henry?

Henry was kicked out of the room, so it was clear how much strength this elegant man had used.

"Ahem......

Stanley, you......" Henry raised his head incredulously and looked at Stanley, obviously not expecting, either, that Stanley would actually make a move towards him. Stanley put his feet away and said coldly with downcast eyes, "Henry, Ivy is dead and this is how you look like, what, you're going to stop living and follow her to hell?" Henry's face changed, "I ......"

"It seems that you really think so." Stanley took a few steps forward and kicked him down again.

Just because of Ivy, he actually wanted to go die.

He loved Ivy so much that he even wanted to leave his parents behind and follow her to hell?

Henry had managed to sit up with his chest covered, but now he had fallen to the ground again, his stomach aching as if his intestines were churning.

Yes, Stanley kicked in his chest first, and for the second time, Stanley kicked him in the stomach.

Henry twisted straight around and spat out, tears coming out of his eyes.

But Stanley didn't let him go, but stepped on his chest, making him unable to move, then lowered his head and looked at him from above, his voice cold and heartless, "Henry, you can die if you want, I won't stop you, but before you die, you'd better make all the arrangements for your parents in the future, don't end up having to ask me, an outsider, to help you take care of your parents and hold them funeral when they die."NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Hearing this, Henry's eyes widened, "Dad, Mom......"

Looking at him like this, Stanley's eyes narrowed, "What? You haven't thought about your parents at all, have you?"