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

She did not stick around with the Mallory family for such a long time, enduring years of loneliness, just to be a tool.

"You don't have to tell me what to do. Since you have the time, why don't you sort out those past matters of yours that are still unclear? How do you expect others to view the Mallory family if you leave things hanging like this?"

Pierre replied indifferently as he listened to her lecture.

Karen's heart could not help but feel uneasy. She felt uncomfortable being complained about by her own son. As she looked at the stack of files, she rose to her feet and said, "Go on with your work. I'm going back."

Pierre could not be bothered to remind Karen to keep herself safe on her way back. Instead, he picked up a file and said, "Tell my assistant to come in."

Karen pursed her lips. She felt wronged in front of her youngest son but could not bring herself to lay that grievance on him. Thus, she quickly walked out of the ward.

Pierre's assistant and nurse stood not far from the ward door.

Karen first said to the assistant, "Mr. Pierre has something to discuss with you. Go in."

"Yes, Madam." The assistant nodded and quickly entered the ward.

Karen then walked to the nurse and whispered to her, "Take good care of him. If anything happens, look for the doctor. Don't let him push himself too hard."

She knew her son too well. If they kept him lying in the hospital bed, he might resist, and he would even try to get up.

"Yes, Madam," the nurse understood and immediately replied.

After Karen left, the nurse was about to return to Pierre's ward. Before she pushed the door open, she heard a thunderous rage coming from inside.

"What kind of lousy plan did you come up with? Do you think they'll hand over the project to our company with such a plan?"

The nurse shivered for a moment. She had just started her night shift yesterday.

When she arrived, Pierre was already asleep. Therefore, she did not really get a good read on his temperament.

Now, it seemed that this patient had a bad temper.

whether she would get an increment in salary for taking care of a patient

came out holding a messy pile of files. He looks

he squatted down to organize the files on the

was just a nurse, any dissatisfaction the patient had

came from the ward. "Are you trying to roast me

by the ward door. She recalled what the night shift nurse

to recover and be discharged. Considering Pierre's surgery time,

help but mutter, "Being a nurse is really

...

she went to the

men stood at

in this room. They respectfully greeted Karen

in there?" asked

he's in there," replied the man. Their current task was to keep an eye on Silas and make sure he did not

this fact now. Since the place he was staying was decent, he had decided to

could not help but shudder when he heard Karen's conversation with the men outside the room. He recalled how Karen had slapped him in the face

his memory had suddenly transformed into a fierce warrior. Not only was she capable of throwing punches, but she was seemingly

knew if he did not have some value to Karen, he might not

say that Karen was capable of murder, Silas would have no doubt

open. Silas was sitting on the European-style leather sofa. He watched Karen,

It was too terrifying...

was not in her feisty, brawling mode, she remained elegant, resembling a

she said, “Did you guys prepare the living essentials for

lips and frowned in disgust. Silas was indeed unkempt,

razor for him, but he didn't use it..." explained the man. They had prepared basic daily necessities, but Silas chose

Silas mumbled unclearly due to the swelling on both sides of

even the slightest touch painful. He had not shaved because it would be a

accustomed to being untidy over the

looked at him with disgust,