Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle by Heap Heap

Percy frowned. He could not leave now.

Even if he could, going to the hospital meant that Pierre would only become more agitated upon seeing him.

Percy had no choice but to remind her: [Don't let him get out of bed. Don't let him hurt himself. Give him a tranquilizer if necessary.]

Jim, noticing how promptly Percy was responding to his phone messages, teased him, "You've only been away for a short while. Nina already misses you so much?"

Percy lifted his head with a helpless expression on his face.

"I've never seen such a helpless expression on Mr. Mallory's face before. What happened?" Jim noticed the unusual look on his face and asked with concern.

Pierre sighed and replied, "Pierre knows that his leg is injured. He's making a scene at the hospital."

Jim was surprised. "Were you planning to hide his leg injury from him? He would eventually have to get out of bed and walk again. It's better to tell him the truth."

"It was the old master's idea." Percy knew that Pierre would not be able to accept it.

However, what else could he do if he could not take it?

As a man, he had to bear the consequences of his own actions.

Still, Old Master Mallory's idea was to wait until Pierre had almost recovered before telling him. Otherwise, he was worried that Pierre would not be able to take the blow.

Percy had no comment. Thus, he followed Old Master Mallory's instructions.

He did not expect Pierre to find out about it within less than 24 hours.

As soon as Pierre woke up, he asked Old Master Mallory about his leg.

Old Master Mallory told him that he would fully recover with no after-effects as long as he took good care of himself.

Pierre believed it.

Now, he realized that he was crippled. It was much more emotionally devastating compared to being told the truth right from the start.

how people used to talk

decisive and firm in his actions. He showed no mercy, like an emotionless

seems that the old master has indeed grown old and confused considering how he chose to

There was nothing he could do about

his emotions. She was

his pillow and bedding. He even wanted to

was in great pain. Even the slightest movement gave him excruciating pain. Thus, he stopped moving, but anything within his reach was

nurse felt helpless. She had never seen someone

had come across, some of them would only cry and make a fuss if they could not accept the bad

was different. He frantically threw things to drive her away. He even demanded she looked for Johann. He had a bad temper, and his movements were vigorous. He did not look like someone who

was not even the hospital's doctor. After performing the surgery on Pierre and confirming he was awake and fine, Johann handed him over to the

Pierre threw the plastic cup that was placed at

and get that bastard to come

cry of surprise. She was unable to

well. The nurse winced in

the orthopedic department walked into the ward in

saw the nurse crouching on the floor, covering her forehead. Hence, he thought Pierre had gone mad and hurt her. "Are

Please give him the injection," replied the nurse

If it had been a glass cup, she would have

incompetent caretakers hid behind the door, trembling

a frantic state. He might end up getting himself injected if no one

he saw that the nurse was still in pain, "Don't stand

caretakers came back to their senses. They wanted to move closer to him to help. However, they started to feel frightened again when Pierre glared at them with murderous intent.

orthopedic department. The caretakers trembled with fear. It was indeed their fault. They reluctantly made their way closer

Pierre was in a frantic state, he knew what the head of the orthopedic

dares to come

to do was

to treat

was

was furious, unwilling to accept what had happened. He looked at his leg that was wrapped in bandages and plaster. His eyes

could not even believe that

the surgical incision reminded him