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.