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

Luca pushed the door open and smiled as she looked at Tommy, who had knocked on the door. "Yes?"

"Ms. Luca, I can't sleep. Can you read a bedtime story for me?" asked Tommy as he lifted his head. He had too much fun during the daytime, and the fascinating marine show during the evening made him too wound up to fall asleep.

However, his usual bedtime routine reminded him that it was time to sleep. Otherwise, he would feel tired at school tomorrow.

After giving it some thought, Tommy went to find Luca, hoping that she could read him a bedtime story with her gentle voice. It could help him sleep peacefully.

Luca nodded and agreed. She glanced back at Luke, who was sitting on the bed with a face brimming with unfulfilled desires. She said, "Let me read a bedtime story for him first."

Luke slowly nodded. His expression was still gloomy, but he had no choice as it was his son's request.

After all, it was just a bedtime story. He could wait for her.

Luca smiled, held Tommy's hand, and walked toward his bedroom.

Once they entered his bedroom, she picked a new book and began reading.

Luca slowly narrated the story with her gentle voice. Tommy's excited mood gradually calmed, and his eyes were closing.

Half an hour later, Luca closed the book. As she listened to the rhythmic sound of the child's breathing, she tucked him in. Then, she rose to her feet and closed the door behind her.

Luca did not return to the master bedroom immediately. Instead, she went into Lanie and Rainie's bedroom to check on them. When she saw them asleep, she walked back to the master bedroom, feeling relieved.

Luke leaned against the bedside, reading his book. Half an hour had gone by, and he seemed to be in a better mood. Still, when Luca met his dark eyes, she knew that there was no way she could avoid him tonight.

"Are they asleep?" Luke stood up and walked toward Luca, wrapping his arms around her slender waist.

"Yes. They're asleep," answered Luca.

The very air in the bedroom seemed to be gradually infused

was surrounded by a swarm of reporters. If an ambulance were to come out from inside, a convoy of reporters' vehicles

made? This won't

when he received the news. The hospital's management team, who were aware of the situation, were all present. They knew that they needed to get Pierre out of the hospital. However, every proposed plan had

attention could not work, as it would certainly be discovered by the reporters. They definitely could not take a

an hour had passed since the news broke out, and Pierre was still in the

when he heard Karen questioning him. If he was not mistaken, the police

the hospital,

moment. Even though he was not

hospital would be suspected of hiding information and harboring a suspect of economic

find a

on one side, and

declared, "In any case, we must get Mr. Pierre

he be discharged and sent back to the Mallory manor for recuperation. However, the Mallory family was reluctant to do so, believing that staying in the hospital would lead to a

influence, he

family was pressuring him again to find a solution.

too. Using a normal car to transport him was out of the question, and an ambulance would not work either. The number of reporters outside was greater than the number

too much attention. The police would

somewhere else," suggested one of the personnel in

hospital firmly denied it, the police would not be able to find

"Where?" asked Karen

the idea pondered for a moment. Then, he cautiously said, "Nowhere is safe to hide. The police will conduct a thorough search. The safest place might be the

when she heard him mentioning the morgue.

was not just something

argued. He thought Pierre pretending to be a dead body there

not

"Or..."