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

Luca's figure disappeared at the entrance of the ICU, and a man emerged from around the corner.

He had just sent all the photos he took to Karen.

In Mallory Manor, Karen sat on the couch with one of her hands holding the freshly brewed floral tea prepared by the maid. She held her phone with her other hand, swiping the screen as she looked at the pictures.

As Karen looked at the photos sent by the private detective she hired, she recognized the man in them as Johann.

While she observed the distance between Johann and Luca, Karen raised an eyebrow and quipped with a hint of sarcasm, "She's quite a player."

The maid, who was steeping the tea, turned around and gave Karen a puzzled look. Then, she asked, "Madam?"

"I wasn't talking about you," Karen explained impatiently, glancing at the photos again. She muttered to herself about how Luca had intentionally brought herself closer to the man.

It was not jealousy. It was more like she thought that Luca was very shameless.

Karen placed the teacup on the table lazily and replied, "I don't want it anymore. Take it away."

The maid put down the tea-brewing tools. She nodded and replied, "Alright, Madam. It's time for you to take your medicine."

"I'm not sick. Why should I take medicine?" Karen furrowed her brows.

The maid let out a sigh and replied, "It's blood pressure medication. The doctor said you need to take a pill in the morning and a pill in the evening to control your blood pressure."

"I told you, I'm not sick!" Impatience flashed across Karen's eyes. She turned off the phone screen and rose to her feet.

The maid immediately added, "Madam, the doctor said that if you don't take the blood pressure medication and your blood pressure isn't well controlled, you might end up needing stronger shortterm medications with significant side effects."

Karen usually needed to take blood pressure medication to stabilize her condition. The regular medication had minor side effects, but it would not affect her mental state either.

The maid became anxious at the thought of the last few times when Karen was under the influence of the side effects.

few maids had been scratched and

climbed the stairs, recalling the situation when her high blood pressure would not come

would be difficult to bring her blood pressure down once it rose. If she went crazy, Old Master Mallory might even have her admitted to a

knew she could not end up in a

turned around, arrogantly instructing the maid to follow her, "Bring the medicine

maid quickly left to

her bedroom and took a leather file bag out of the

had nothing to do with the company's operations, so Pierre did not ask Oswald to retrieve them in the first

included information about Luca and some details

smile appeared on Karen's face as she took out another set

picked up her phone, ready to make

the room. She carried a glass of water and her pills.

swallowed it down with water, she dismissed the maid and said, "I need

room when she saw

her phone and dialed a

several times before it

the line. Karen asked in a casual tone, "May

Myra glanced at the unfamiliar number on the phone screen

who I am. I'd like to ask you if you have any grudges against Luca?" Karen did not reveal her identity.

Karen hired was professional. They could dig up every detail about any

obstacles in Luca's way. Simultaneously, she wanted to set a trap for Luke with this

align with Pierre's, yet they were slightly different from

not believe this would bring Luke down, but revealing this information could still affect both

to the Mallory family's affairs, she heard about the government's plans of

devoted Luke was actually a two-faced person who had a sick wife but was maintaining a relationship with another woman, Luke might not fall from grace after this matter was disclosed to the public, but he

Jack would not treat

T Corporation was capable

intricate details would still give Jack face. There was no way T Corporation, which was managed by

that the caller was mysterious. She could not help but curse