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.

not help

looking for justice? I've got something to say about it." Suddenly, there came a voice as the ward door swung open once.

for a meeting room? With all these people crowded in here making a fuss, how

saw Gale come in, he was sure he

something to say, he felt even

Gerald as he stepped

subordinate. Mr. Crawford mentioned that you doubt the truth about Stan’s fall. It just so happens that the police have

he turned off the infrared alarm?" replied Gale

had amnesia and naturally did not know

I didn't

face darkened. "Don't go throwing around baseless accusations.

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

had tampered with the surveillance, so what was being played now was what he wanted

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

was wrong and quickly walked toward Gerald. "What's going on? Why

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

know more than just gambling and fooling around

face flushed red at his words. He might not be well-educated, but was Stan more

that he only became a butler

his qualifications and awareness, how could he

bear it any longer, Marlon was about to retort when he heard Gerald say, “Uncle Stan, now is not the time for

that Stan had amnesia. Hence, he was not sure if Stan had turned off the surveillance cameras and

were turned on after that. What exactly happened? Gerald's gaze fell on

Gale had finished setting up and started fast-forwarding

the surveillance room at the old mansion. Stan entered the room

Gerald's expression darkened. Indeed...

a surveillance camera there, but he did not even think to

moved the surveillance camera to a blind spot if necessary instead

caught red-handed doing something