Chapter 228 The Verdict About Phoebe


    "Well, don’t ask so much. You’d better think about what food you want to eat?" Violet pinched the faces


    of the two children.


    "I want to eat the meat balls cooked by Be." Arya raised her little hand and said first, her little tongue


    still licking her lips.


    Calvin''s eyes also lit up, knowing that it was useless to see Violet, so he looked at Stanley, "Dad, is that


    okay?"


    Stanley smiled, "Of course."


    "Great!" The two children jumped up happily, and then ran past Stanley and Violet to the opposite


    apartment.


    When they reached the door of Stanley''s apartment, they began to knock on the door.


    Violet flushed with the cheeky behavior of the two children, "I''m sorry, Mr. Murphy. I will call them back!"


    With that said, she was about to call for the two children toe back.


    But before she could make a sound, Stanley raised his hand to stop her, "Never mind. They like Be’s


    cooking. Be herself is also very happy."


    "But..." Violet wanted to say something else.


    Stanley turned around, "Well, you cane too."


    After speaking, he walked into the apartment opposite.


    Violet listened to the lively movement from the apartment opposite, and then looked at the empty house


    behind her. Finally, she sighed and followed in.


    Two dayster.


    The case of Phoebe giarism reopened.


    This time, Violet came over in advance and joined President of the Branch.


    Seeing she was fine, President of the Branch nodded, "I heard Mr. Murphy say that you were


    kidnapped two days ago, and I’m so worried. Fortunately, you are fine, otherwise our design circle will


    have to lose a genius."


    Violet smiled embarrassedly, "I’m ttered."


    "In recent years, the Western design circles have been suppressing Eastern design circles. They


    believe that fashion was first developed by the West, and Eastern designers simply can’tpare with


    them."


    Speaking of this, President of the Branch sighed, "So I really don''t hope that you capable designers


    have an ident. Well, the court time is up. Let''s go in."


    "Yeah." Violet nodded and walked in behind him.


    As soon as she entered the court, Violet felt a ratherplicated gaze watching her.


    She looked over. Seeing Eason sitting in the audience, Violet looked indifferent.


    Then, she withdrew her gaze directly, not looking at him.


    Although Eason was not the one who kidnapped her, those people were found by Eason, so that E


    could take advantage of it. She would not forgive Eason!


    The trial began. Phoebe was brought in under the order of the judge.


    She was still sitting in a wheelchair, but she had lost a lot of weight. Her mental state was also very


    bad, and she looked extremely embarrassed.


    Violet kept staring at Phoebe. Of course Phoebe noticed it. She looked up and then met Violet''s gaze.


    She looked at Violet, who was as morous as ever. Compared to her now so deste, the hatred in


    her eyes was about to turn into a knife, wishing to stab Violet to death.


    Violet knew what Phoebe was thinking about. She smiled, and then raised her hand, "Judges, the


    defendant threatens me!"


    Phoebe''s eyes widened.


    Phoebe didn''t expect that Violet was so shameless that she even told the judge!


    The judge picked up the small hammer next to him and knocked it, "The defendant threatens the


    intiff. Warning once. Does the defendant have any objections?"


    Phoebe clenched her fists unwillingly, gritted her teeth and squeezed out the word from her teeth, "No!"


    "Since the defendant has no objections, I dere that the trial has officially begun. This case..."


    The trialsted for two full hours before it finally came to an end.


    With the solid evidence, the original designer and Violet were both present. Even if Eason hired a


    In the end, Phoebe was sentenced to six years because of giarizing so seriously and the amount of


    profit she obtained. All the assets under her name had to pay to the original designers.


    In other words, Phoebe would not only have to be in prison for six years, but she would also lose


    everything.


    Although Phoebe couldn''t ept this result, she couldn''t resist. She could only be taken away by the


    bailiff sadly.


    When she was leaving, she passed by Violet and then stopped, "Violet, are you happy that I ended up


    like this?"


    Violet arranged the hem of her skirt and smiled faintly, "Of course, because I don''t have to see you for


    six years."


    "Don''t get too proud of you too early. Even if I go to the prison, do you think you can have a peaceful


    life? I tell you, it''s impossible! That woman won''t let you go!" Phoebe smirked.


    Violet''s face sank. She stood up from her position, "That woman? E?"


    Phoebe curled her lips, "It seems that you knew something about her."


    "Sure enough, it is E. You know her! Who is she?" Violet stepped forward and asked harshly.


    Seeing Violet so anxiously wanting to know, Phoebe smiled, "You want to know? I won''t tell you. I can


    only say that that woman is a lunatic. The person she hates will never end well."


    After speaking, Phoebe slid her wheelchair and walked forward.


    Violet looked at Phoebe’s back, clenched her fists, and shouted, "Is she Ivy?"


    Phoebe didn''t respond and didn''t even stop the wheelchair. There was nothing unusual about her back.


    Violet lowered her eyes and murmured, "She didn''t react at all to the name of Ivy. Is it really not Ivy?"


    She didn''t think about this problem for too long, because it was interrupted by Jessie''s call.


    "Violet, I have seen the news. The trial is over. Phoebe''s sentence hase out. Let''s go for a drink in


    the evening to celebrate?" Jessie excitedly said on the phone.


    Violet didn''t want to refuse her or made her unhappy. So she nodded, "Okay."


    "Deal. See you at the old ce at seven o''clock in the evening. Okay, I''m going to go through the


    discharge procedures for George." Jessie pped her hands andughed.


    "Discharge procedures?" Violet was taken aback for a moment, "Can George get discharged?"


    "Yeah, his ribs get straight back. He only needs to recover slowlyter. He doesn''t need to be


    hospitalized anymore. Besides, he still has patients waiting for his operation." Jessie nced back at


    the ward and said.


    Violet nodded, "Well, let''s hold a party for George in two days."


    "Okay, then we will discuss it then."


    Violet gave a hmm and hung up the phone.


    Walking out of the court, Violet came to the car, took out the car key and was about to press. Eason


    suddenly stopped her.


    Violet looked at this person who seemed to grow older about ten years. There was no fluctuation in her


    heart, no sorrow or joy. Violet was very calm, "What''s the matter? If youe to me for Phoebe, no


    need. Because I don’t care about you."


    "Phoebe''s verdict hase out. Is it useful for me toe to you?" Eason smiled mockingly.


    Violet tucked her hair, "Then what do you want to do?"


    ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .


    "How is Steven now?" Eason looked at her.


    Hearing him asking about her younger brother, Violet suddenly narrowed her eyes, "Seven years ago,


    you disliked Steven because he has congenital heart disease. Then you suspected that Steven was not


    your son. Now you ask about Steven? What do you want to do?"


    Eason was a little embarrassed. But thinking of his purpose, he became serious again, "I want to train


    Steven to be the heir of the Hunt family."


    "What?" Violet thought she had heard it wrong and then she rubbed her ears, "Train Steven to be your


    heir?"