Chapter 272 George’s Call
Chapter 272 George’s Call
"Yeah!" Violet smiled, pulled the chair away and sat down, "Okay, what's the matter?"
"Here is the thing." Violet nodded, "Half an hour ago, Aadam called and asked me how the design of
the bidding project was going. But you were not there. I don't know how to answer him." Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.
"It's my fault!" Violet patted her forehead annoyedly, "The design was ready two days ago. I originally
wanted to email it to him, but it happened that Phoebe jumped off the building that day, so I forgot it."
With that, she bent over and opened the drawer, took out a design book from the inside, and opened it.
Inside were sheets of gorgeous top-notch designs.
It was the first time Jessie saw it. She was shocked instantly, covering her mouth, "God, it's so
beautiful!"
Violet smiled, "It has been revised several times. You can reply to Aadam, and make an appointment
with him by the way. Then give him the design drawings."
"Okay, I'll make a call now." Jessie made an OK pose, then took out her mobile phone and started
calling in front of her.
After a few minutes, the call ended.
Jessie put down the cell phone, "Aadam said he would see you at Lanyun Restaurant at noon
tomorrow."
"Why there?" Violet blinked, not understanding.
Jessie stretched, "I asked him. He said he would meet some customers there tomorrow, and then see
us together by the way."
"It turned out to be like this. Okay, Got it." Violet nodded.
Jessie picked up the design book, "Then I will take this out and scan it. Email him to let him go through
it first. If he thinks something is wrong, you still have time to change it."
"Yeah." Violet responded with a smile.
After Jessie left, Violet sighed slightly, turned on the computer and started working.
However, it didn't take long that the phone on her desk rang.
She picked it up and took a look. When she saw the caller ID, she was a little surprised at first, and
then she hesitated. Then she just let the phone rang for a long time but didn’t answer it.
The phone rang for a long time and it hung up by itself. Then Violet put the phone back to where it was
just now.
But before she could breathe a sigh of relief, the phone rang again. As if she didn't answer it, the
people on the other end of the phone wouldn't give up and would keep calling.
In the end, Violet answered the phone.
"Hello?" Violet put the phone to her ear and said in a light voice.
The person on the other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds before speaking, "Violet..."
"George, what’s up?" Violet squeezed the phone and asked.
Yes, it was George who called.
Since that night, after he stabbed Stanley and exposed his true face, they had never seen each other
again.
Now he called suddenly. Violet didn't know how to face him. He really scared her.
George was wearing a blue and white patient gown, standing in front of a floor-to-ceiling window and
watching the drizzle outside. The expression on his face was so calm, "I’m calling to apologize to you."
"Apologize?" Violet was taken aback.
George gave a hmm, raised his hand, and stroked the drops of water on the floor-to-ceiling window
glass, "Yes, I apologize for what I did to you. I'm sorry, Violet. I really didn't know I did something like
that at the time. I don’t want to, but I can’t control myself.”
Hearing this, Violet sighed. A faint smile appeared on her face, "I've heard Jessie say it. She said that
when you were a teenager, your mental state was not right."
After all, he was also poor.
"She told you?" George lowered his eyelids.
Violet nodded, "Yeah, Jessie told me that, just hoping that I wouldn't blame you."
"Really?" George put his hand down, "Violet, will you forgive me?"
Violet leaned back in the chair, "I forgive you, but the premise is that you accept the treatments well
abroad, adjust your mental states, and don't be controlled by your own mind in the future."
"Okay." George’s spectacles reflected the light, "I will get the treatment well. In fact, my condition has
improved during this period of time."
"Really?" Violet asked.
George smiled. The laughter was the same as before, full of gentleness, "Really. When I heard Jessie
say that you and Mr. Murphy are together now, I’m very calm."
Hearing this, Violet smiled.
Hearing that she was with Stanley, he could be so calm. It seemed that his condition had really
improved.
Otherwise, he should have become frantic and violent, just like that night.
"Great." The smile on Violet's face became heavier, "It seems that it won't be long before you can
return to normal."
"Yes." George adjusted his glasses.
Then, he saw something from the corner of his eye. After a dim light flashed across his eyes, it was
fleeting. He smiled kindly and said, "Well, Violet, my psychiatrist is here. I have to hang up. Please help
me apologize to Mr. Murphy and tell him that stabbing him was not my intention. I hope he can forgive
me."
"Well, I will tell him." Violet responded with a smile.
After George said thanks, he hung up the phone.
Violet took the phone from her ear, smiled, put it back on the desk, and continued to work.
In the afternoon, Stanley came to pick her up.
Violet said goodbye to Jessie and got into Stanley's car.
Stanley looked at her wearing a seat belt and asked, "In a good mood?"
Violet opened her eyes in surprise, "So obvious?"
"Yeah." Stanley nodded and started the car.
Violet rolled down the car window a bit, "Well, George's condition has improved."
Hearing her mentioning George, Stanley narrowed his eyes instantly. A sharp light burst into his eyes,
"Did you contact George?"
"No." Violet shook her head, "It was he who called me and apologized to me for what happened last
time. He also apologized to you, letting me tell you that it was not his intention to stab you."
After hearing this, Stanley pursed his thin lips and sneered, "Do you believe it?"
"Why not?" Violet turned to look at him, "He was indeed out of control. If he was sober, I believe he
would not hurt people with the scalpel."
Stanley didn't speak. He pulled a long face, and his aura was somewhat depressed.
She really trusted George.
Violet knew he was upset, so she stretched out her hand to pull his sleeve, "Are you angry?"
Stanley still did not speak.
Violet withdrew her hand, "I know you must think that I was too gullible and believed that George did
not mean it at the time, but it is indeed the case."
"Well." Stanley pinched his eyebrows, "What else did he tell you?"
"He said that his current treatment is very useful, and he can barely stabilize his mental state." Violet
said.
Stanley sneered, "You believe it again?"
Violet looked away with a guilty conscience, "I can feel his state has indeed stabilized a lot..."
"I hope so." Stanley turned the steering wheel.
He didn't believe that George could be cured in such a short period of time.
Violet also knew that Stanley didn't believe her, so she sighed inwardly and stopped saying anything.
She looked out the window and closed her mouth.
In the car became quiet. Neither of them spoke. It was not until the arrival of the two children that the
oppressive silence was broken.
"Mommy, Dad, have you quarreled?" Calvin looked at Stanley in the driver's seat and at Violet in the
passenger seat, then he asked curiously.