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.

in. The very air in the bedroom seemed to

an ambulance were to come out from inside, a convoy of reporters' vehicles would surely

Karen stood there with a cold expression on her face. "What kind of mess have you made? This won't work, and that won't work either. What do we need to do to get my son out

rushed to the hospital when he received the news. The hospital's management team, who were aware of the situation, were all present. They knew that

work, as it would certainly be

hour had passed since the news broke out, and Pierre was still in the hospital ward, unable to be

heard Karen questioning him. If he

hospital, the hospital would also

was sensitive at the moment. Even though he was not yet convicted, he remained a

be suspected of hiding information and harboring a

We're trying to to find a solution," answered

had the tenacious Karen on one side, and on

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

suggested that he be discharged and sent back to the Mallory manor for recuperation. However, the Mallory family was reluctant

to withstand the Mallory family's influence, he had

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

out, it would draw too much attention. The police would investigate later. If they found anything,

Mallory, maybe we should hide Mr. Pierre somewhere else," suggested

denied it, the police would not be able to find him. If they could not find him, all of them would

"Where?" asked Karen

who proposed the idea pondered for a moment. Then, he cautiously said, "Nowhere is safe to hide. The police will conduct a thorough

immediately opposed it when she heard him mentioning the morgue. "That's where bodies are

not just

argued. He thought Pierre pretending to be a

the police would not search that thoroughly in

"Or..."