Love Starts After We Break Up
Chapter 323

Ward.

"Mom, look who's here?"

Brooklyn led Violet into the hospital room, smiling.

"Hello Auntie Blossom, I'm sorry for coming to see you empty-handed."

Violet said with some embarrassment.

"What kind of talk is that? Have a seat. brooklyn, go cut some fruit for helena."

Blossom sat up from the bed with a grin on her face.

"Okay." Brooklyn answered and went to wash the fruit.

"Brooklyn, there's no need."

Violet was a little formal and looked to Blossom and said, "I'm sorry Auntie Blossom, you will be hospitalized because of me......"

Violet gave a brief account of what happened.

Blossom listened quietly and shook her head.

"I knew Alisha when we were young and knew she was a very scheming woman. I remember she had a boyfriend when she wasn't with Miller, and then broke up with him after she hooked up with him. I heard that the man even killed himself for her, which is ridiculous."

Hearing this, Violet was speechless for a moment.

The feelings between men and women are just so incomprehensible, right?

"But I have nothing to say to others, because everyone who lives has their own goals."

Blossom sighed, "Back then, I didn't listen to your mother either in pursuit of love, knowing full well that Brooklyn's father had a fiancée, and imagining that one day he would break off the engagement and be with himself. In the end, I harmed Brooklyn, making him the bastard son of the Su family and being criticized to this day."

Blossom looked despondent and apologetic.

Violet looked over at Brooklyn who handed her the fruit, smiled at him, and thanked him.

This is someone else's family matter, and she doesn't want to comment on it much.

It just sounds like her own mother was a very sensible woman who didn't care to meddle in other people's relationships.

But then why did she get pregnant unmarried and carry herself?

Is the reason why she doesn't say who the man who made her pregnant is because she can't say it out loud?

Who exactly is her father?

"Helena, I heard about you from Brooklyn."

Blossom changed the subject, "Now you are single, right? My son doesn't have a girlfriend either, so if it's meant to be, I'd really like to fulfill your mother's wish." Violet: "......"

Is this an attempt to match her with Brooklyn?

Violet was a little embarrassed and said silently, "Auntie Blossom, I have a daughter who is four years old, and I have no intention of getting married again in this life." She doesn't want to attract any more peach blossoms.

It's good to be clear first.

"You had a child? The father of that child is ......" Blossom looked surprised.

"He passed away."

Violet smiled, feeling herself getting better at telling this lie.

"Ahem, Helena, what brings you to the hospital?"

Brooklyn was also a little embarrassed and quickly digressed.

"I've come to confirm one thing, but I seem to have gotten it wrong."

Violet looked at the time, smiled and got up, "Auntie Blossom, I have some business to attend to, I have to go now. You get some rest and I'll see you some other time." "Okay, Brooklyn, you see Helena off for Mom."

"Good."

Brooklyn sends Violet out.

"Helena, my mom has been worried about my life for the past few years, so she makes matchmaking when she catches a girl, so don't think too much about it." Violet smiled, "I understand."

"Then we are still friends, and you can contact me for anything you need."

Brooklyn looked at Violet's pretty face and regret flashed in her eyes.

I could tell that she had no idea about herself.

She has a daughter?

And does Louis know?

"Thank you, Brooklyn, I'll leave you to it then."

Violet and Brooklyn said goodbye.

The Johnson Group.

Louis sat in the executive chair, thinking of the scene he saw in the hospital, he narrowed his eyes, his slender fingers tapping the desktop habitually.

A few moments later, he took his phone out of the drawer and tapped on Violet's avatar.

"You like Brooklyn a lot?"

At that end, Violet was just getting into her car and preparing to start it.

When she heard a message come in on her phone, she picked it up and took a look at it, and then her eyebrows knitted.

It's that strange man named Hendrix!

Didn't you tell him not to contact himself anymore?

Boring as hell.

Violet didn't bother to pay attention to him, tossed her phone to the side and started the car.

Louis waited for half a day, did not hear Violet's reply, thin lips lightly pursed.