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.

get an increment in salary for taking care of

a messy pile of files. He looks quite disheveled now, especially when compared to a

Then, he squatted down to organize the

a nurse, any dissatisfaction the patient had would not be taken out

a voice came from the ward. "Are you trying

shook her head as she passed by the ward door. She

a patient with a fracture to recover and be discharged. Considering Pierre's surgery time, there was still more than a month

not help but mutter,

...

the hospital, she went to the

stood at the door of

Silas in this room. They respectfully greeted Karen when they saw her walk toward them, "Madam

he in

task was to keep an eye on Silas and make

he was staying was decent, he had decided

men outside the room.

was she capable of throwing punches, but she was seemingly inclined to break limbs. Silas could not help

if he did not

was capable of murder, Silas

was swung open. Silas was sitting on the European-style leather sofa. He watched Karen, who was elegantly dressed, walk

It was too terrifying...

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

looked down at Silas. A hint of disdain flashed across her eyes as she said, “Did you guys

at the stubble above Silas' lips and frowned in disgust. Silas was indeed unkempt, and he seemed to be causing them

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

swollen..." Silas mumbled unclearly due to

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

become accustomed to being

looked at him with disgust, particularly at his