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

that the old master has indeed grown old and confused considering how he chose to deal with Pierre. Can Pierre take

head. There was nothing he could do

his emotions. She

bedding. He even wanted to

the slightest movement gave him excruciating pain. Thus, he stopped moving, but anything within his reach was thrown and

had never seen someone so energetic on the same

them would only cry and make a fuss if they could not accept the bad news

Johann. He had a bad temper, and his movements were vigorous. He did not look like someone who

was awake and fine, Johann handed him over to the

with fear and helplessness as Pierre threw

there? Go and get that

to dodge in time, and she was hit by

was physically weak, he could aim well. The nurse winced

head of the orthopedic department walked into the ward in a hurry with a syringe

forehead. Hence, he

the nurse as she stood

it had been a glass cup,

two incompetent caretakers hid behind

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

caretakers who were behind the door when he saw that the nurse was still in pain, "Don't stand there. Stop

to their senses. They wanted to move closer to him to help. However, they started to feel frightened again

going to clean the mess you made?" asked the head of the orthopedic department. The caretakers trembled with fear. It was indeed their fault. They reluctantly made their way closer to

he knew what the head of

who dares to come

Pierre found out that he was crippled, all he wanted to do was

promised to treat

he was crippled

furious, unwilling to accept what had happened. He looked at his leg that was wrapped in bandages and plaster. His eyes glowed red, reminiscent of a man on the

not even believe that

surgical incision reminded him that it was