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.

salary for

out holding a messy pile of files. He looks quite disheveled now,

the files on the floor. Once he

she was just a nurse, any dissatisfaction the patient had would not be taken out on her. Thus, she mustered the courage to enter

while, a voice came from the

door. She recalled what the

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

help but mutter, "Being a

...

went to the Mallory Estate

men stood at the door

was a room without a balcony, and the windows had bars. They kept Silas in this room. They respectfully greeted Karen

he in there?" asked

to keep an eye on Silas and make sure he did not

have accepted this fact now. Since the place he was staying

conversation with the men outside the room. He recalled how Karen had

had always been gentle in his memory had suddenly transformed into a fierce warrior. Not only was she capable of throwing punches, but she was seemingly inclined to break limbs. Silas could not help

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

capable of murder, Silas would have no

the European-style leather sofa. He watched Karen, who was elegantly dressed, walk toward him. His legs could

It was too terrifying...

her posture straight. When she was not in her feisty,

A hint of disdain flashed across her eyes as she said, “Did you guys prepare the living essentials for him when I asked you to? He

Silas' lips and frowned in disgust. Silas was indeed unkempt, and he seemed to be

he didn't use it..." explained the man. They had prepared basic daily necessities, but Silas chose not to use them. What could

swollen..." Silas mumbled unclearly due to

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

had become accustomed to

swollen, but is your brain swollen too?" Karen looked at him with disgust,