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

People were just plain strange sometimes. Once Stan started thinking his illness was caused by overwork, he forgot what a relaxing job he had.

He lived in a mansion and did not have to do anything yet still received a salary. It was such a good deal. Furthermore, he only managed to get the job because he falsified his resume.

As the group of relatives bickered incessantly, Luca's brows furrowed tighter with each passing moment. She hoped that Gale would arrive sooner.

Since Luke had asked for Gale to come over, perhaps there would be evidence to silence the crowd.

Luke could not be bothered to argue with these people. Thus, Luca did not bother with them either. She just quietly sat there.

The Muller family thought their silence was out of fear or guilt, so they got even more aggressive. It appeared as though they were going to demand justice for Stan.

However, in reality, they were only thinking of their own interests.

The nurse pushed open the door to the ward and saw the group making loud noises. She could not help but be angry. "Why are there so many people? Do you think this is a marketplace?"

The nurse's words had the crowd quiet down.

She looked at them again and asked, "What's going on with you guys? It's late at night. The patients in the neighboring wards need their rest too. Please keep it down or I'll have to call security."

Her words successfully silenced the crowd.

After the nurse left, Marlon walked over to Luke and said, "My brother has ended up like this. No matter what, you must give us an explanation today."

Luke rose to his feet. His gaze was cold, and he stood in front of Luca, blocking her.

This man seemed to be here to settle scores with him, but his eyes kept darting back to Luca.

Luke was very unhappy, so he simply blocked her.

Marlon looked at the man in front of him, who was a head taller than himself. When he sat down, his presence was strong enough. Now that he had risen to his feet, his strong aura surged even more, filling the space with an undeniable force.

could not help but

about it." Suddenly, there came a voice as the ward door swung open

for a meeting room? With all these people crowded in here making a fuss, how were the patients in the hospital supposed to recover in

Gerald saw Gale come in, he was sure he

to say, he felt

are you?" asked Gerald as

about Stan’s fall. It just so happens that the police have retrieved all the surveillance

turned off the infrared alarm?" replied Gale as he looked at Stan with a

had amnesia and naturally did not know what

I didn't do that." Stan looked

around baseless accusations. What's the point of

accusations?" Gale smirked. “Boss, can they watch the surveillance

replied Luke. He had tampered with the surveillance, so what was being played now

if what I'm saying is baseless." Gale walked over to the television

toward Gerald. "What's going on? Why does it involve

the old mansion. It's usually on. If someone sneaks in, it'll trigger the alarm," Stan, suffering from amnesia, completely forgot what he had done and blurted out

Marlon, "If only you studied more, you'd know more than just gambling and fooling around with women. You don't even know such a simple

his words. He might not be well-educated, but was Stan more

he only became a butler

awareness, how could he possibly have attended any sort of training

longer, Marlon was about to retort when he heard Gerald say,

was not sure if Stan had turned off the

and infrared alarm were turned on after that. What exactly happened? Gerald's gaze

Gale had finished setting up and started fast-forwarding

certain frame and said, "This is the surveillance room at the old mansion. Stan entered the room and turned off all the switches. The surveillance camera in the room captured

Gerald's expression darkened. Indeed...

knew there was a surveillance camera there, but he did not even think to cover it before making

could have moved the surveillance camera to a blind spot if necessary instead

been caught red-handed doing something