I'm pregnant Sir Behave Yourself by Daphne

Chapter 652 She Is Jack and Queenie's Daughter!

Bianca had never expected that the almighty Luke Crawford would leave the mortal world so abruptly. She could not accept that fact.

"Please sign here, Mrs. Crawford." Mr. Todd handed Bianca a pen, seeing that she had no response.

Bianca took the pen woodenly and stared blankly at the document.

Her face displayed pain, agony, and then anger. She was angry that the man might have known that he was going to be in mortal danger, and that was why he had enacted a will before he left.

She knew that Luke was loyal to his friends, but could he have spared a thought for her and the children?

Was that how he was going to make it up to them?

No!

He should have returned safely and let Bianca complain to him, not leave her alone to process the shocking news!

Bianca threw the pen away angrily and yelled hysterically, "Get lost! Go away! How dare he leave the children and me behind? How could he? I don't need any so-called compensation from him! Not a single cent!"

The atmosphere in the ward instantly became frigid.

Queenie held Bianca's shoulders and said calmly," Don't get too agitated, Bianca. Don't let it affect your baby. You can't afford to have anything go wrong with your health now."

Then, she turned to speak to Jason, "Bianca isn't in a stable condition now. Can the signing wait for a few days?"

Jason nodded and bowed slightly to Bianca. "I'll come and visit another day. Please take care of your health. If Boss is still around, he wouldn't want to see you give up on yourself."

Then, he waved to the two lawyers, and the three people swiftly disappeared from the ward.

After they left, Queenie saw that Bianca was staring blankly at the sky like a puppet. Her eyes glistened, then she helped Bianca lie on the bed and said gently," Bea, if you're feeling tired, you can nap for a bit."

Bianca laid mechanically on the bed. She felt extremely tired.

closed her eyes, that handsome face

there in the

it was warm and

the hospital, she went back to the mansion to pack up her clothes. She was going to stay

her bedroom, she saw Luke's pajamas folded neatly on the bed. He was wearing those clothes

slowly walked over, picked up the clothes, held them close to her chest,

smell that familiar masculine scent in those

were mandevilla vines that Luke had planted for her. She

mandevilla plants without the

were as thick as her wrist, the green leaves had formed a dense web, and the red and

still there, but the man who had planted them

to keep in her emotions as she stepped into the

toothpaste, his razor, and so on, were neatly arranged

n there.

a

were neatly arranged,

that, he would tidy

their matching cups for a long time before washing her face with

several days. Queenie or the nurses wiped it. She felt lethargic

a quick

was warm and mixed with her tears. She did not know if she

stepped out of the bathroom with a head full of wet hair. She stood alone in the unheated room as she operated the hairdryer. When Luke was at home, he would be the one drying

her closet. It was filled to the brim

had custom-made them from a tailor. The designs were

around, she never had to worry about what

o wear.

pathetically few when compared to hers. His closet