Daddy! Mommy Is Pregnant Again

Chapter 406 Eason's Reaction

Violet closed her eyes in pain, a tear slipped down. Dragging her somewhat tired body, she left the place at a heavy pace and drove to the Hunt’s.

Thep butler expressed his surprise at seeing her arrival, "Miss Hunt, are you here for your father?" Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Violet nodded, "Where is he?"

"He is not at home, so please come another time." The butler said politely.

Violet pursed her lips, "No, I have something to ask Eason Hunt."

"But Mr. Hunt ......"

"He's not here, I'll wait inside, call him right now and tell him to come back or don't blame me for what I will do." After giving a threatening sentence, Violet went straight into the villa with a cold face.

The butler couldn't stop her, for she was the wife of Stanley Murphy in addition to being Eason's daughter.

He could not provoke her.

The butler sighed and resigned himself to taking out his cell phone and calling Eason, telling Eason who went go fishing to come back early.

Violet entered the villa and as she walked to the living room, she heard a child's clear laughter and Talia's gentle voice.

Violet narrowed her eyes and looked towards the source of the sound, only to see Talia holding a little boy, a little bigger than Calvin, who was sitting on the sofa playing with a toy.

The little boy sat in Talia's arms, and Talia pinched and kissed the little boy's face.

Seeing that, Violet raised the corners of her mouth.

Wasn't this Filip, born to Talia and Nate?

Since Talia brought this child to the house, she was really bold.

"Talia." When Violet saw that Talia hadn't noticed her arrival yet, she simply opened her mouth and called out.

The motherly love on Talia's face instantly disappeared and she twisted her head towards her, her face looking grim, "Why are you here, who told you to come?"

"I've come to see my dad." Violet walked towards the sofa and went to sit across from Talia and her son.

Talia snorted, ''See your dad? Didn't you say you disowned him? What do you want?"

"That's none of your business." Violet ruffled her hair.

Talia's eyes rolled, giving a gloating smile, "I heard that recently you and Stanley had relationship problems, since you came over, did Stanley abandon you, so you came for your dad’s help?"

Violet knew that Talia was deliberately stimulating her, and she didn't get angry but smiled with her cheeks in her hands, "I don’t need that, I can fix my problem by myself."

Talia pressed her lips, for she failed to stimulate Violet.

"By the way, the child you're carrying is ......" Violet asked though she knew the answer.

Talia panicked as she hugged Filip in her arms tightly and answered with feigned calmness, "This is my distant cousin's child."

"Is that so? But he looks a lot like you." Violet's eyes darted back and forth between Filip’s and Talia's faces.

Filip looked like Talia and even Phoebe.

Hearing that, Talia panicked even more, and the expression on her face could not be maintained. She barely squeezed out a smile, "My distant cousin and I are relatives, we are related by blood, so we look alike."

"You are right." Violet smiled and didn't say anything else.

Talia was relieved, but didn't dare to stay here much longer, but went upstairs with the child in her arms.

Violet picked up her teacup and took a sip of tea, and not long after, Eason returned with a black face and an unhappy expression.

"What do you want from me?" Eason asked in a cold voice as he put down a large bag of fishing rods.

Violet then realized that he had gone fishing and couldn't help but be surprised.

He could actually fish?

Without much thought, Violet put down her teacup and said, "I came to find you because I want to know if my mother had hit anyone on October 9th eighteen years ago."

Hearing that, Eason's face changed dramatically, "What are you asking this for?"

"Someone tried to frame my mom and sow discord between Stanley and me as a couple, so I'm going to find out the truth." Violet looked at him and said.

Eason's eyes flashed, and then he stood up, "I don't know, you can leave now."

"No, you know it." Violet also stood up, "The look on your face just now tells me that you know what happened back then. Eighteen years ago, you and my mother didn't even get divorced yet, so you must know about it."

Eason squeezed the top on his cane, "So what?"

"I want you to tell me, if my mom hit someone or not." Violet bit her lip.

Eason sneered, "Isn't this something that you know best?"

"What do you mean?" Violet was stunned.

She knew it the best?

How did she know about what happened 18 years ago?

Although she was eight years old at that time, she was sure that she really didn't know what happened on the ninth of October eighteen years ago.

Eason looked at the bewildered Violet for a moment, his eyes were somewhat complicated, and after a long time, he suddenly spoke sarcastically, "You really can't remember at all, can you? It’s really pitiful. Go away, I have nothing to say to you, unless ......"

"Unless what?" Violet clenched her palms.

Eason's old eyes flashed, "Unless you let Steven return to me."

During this period of time, Talia said Phoebe had died and suggested him to adopt a child and even recommended him her distant cousin's son, and after that she even brought that child over.

Well, he knew that Talia just wanted her distant nephew to inherit his property, when he was still alive! But he was not stupid to leave his property to an outsider.

So, he had never dismissed the idea of bringing Steven back.

Violet sneered as she looked at Eason, "You wish, I won't let Steven come back. It doesn’t matter you don’t tell me, I don’t hold too much hope any way."

After saying that, she walked straight away.

The moment she walked out of the house, her head started to hurt again.

She couldn't help but crouch down, her hand tapping her head lightly, with a stony face.

She had had so many headaches today, and at this rate, the pain could go on all day.

She could no longer wait.

Violet made a call to George.

"Violet?" George's gentle voice came.

Violet closed her eyes slightly to ease the pain in her head, "George, are you in the hospital?"

"Yes, what's wrong?" George asked with concern.

Violet tried not to look at the flashing images in her head, and her voice was weak as she spoke, "I have another headache, and I want you to help me see what's going on."

George was surprised to hear that.

"Okay, come, be safe." George reminded.

Violet nodded, "Okay, I know."

The call ended and George put down his phone.

He had been very interested in that part of her memory ever since he had learned that she had a memory that might have been hypnotically forgotten, wondering what, exactly, it would take for her to forget those memories.