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

"Yes, he's really a terrifying man," Sarah agreed with the maid.

The maid, curious about Sarah's reaction, wondered if she knew him. Otherwise, why would she say something like that?

As she looked at Sarah's Russian features and Matysh on TV, the maid could not help but ask, "Ms. Poplar, do you know him?" "No." Sarah shook her head immediately. "He's a big shot in the business world. How could someone like me possibly know him?"

As she said that, she did not notice the anger in her own voice.

At the same time, Sarah looked down at her hands. While her family was not as wealthy as Matysh's, they were comfortably well-off. Her parents always spoiled her and never made her do housework. Hence, when she married Marcos' father, her hands remained soft and delicate-not any different from those of the daughters of wealthy families.

In the end, the love she pursued destroyed her.

As she looked at her hands now, she wondered how could a man like Matysh ever know someone like her.

The maid sensed Sarah's emotions and did not say anything more, turning her attention back to the TV screen.

The interrogation was starting.

As Sarah listened to Matysh's lawyer defending him, a cold smile appeared on her lips. Even at this point, Matysh still planned on pleading not guilty.

He had so

around for

for,

my

I'll get it for you," said the maid. She was

understandable that there would be some lingering effects. For instance, Sarah's memory was now quite poor. She would often forget small details. Like leaving home without her wallet and keys, or misplacing something and

handed her

her head with a sigh. "Ever since I got sick, my memory's just been

but you need to do some memory exercises," the maid

to

at the hospital where doctors advised memory training

through with the recommended

family member. If Sarah was unwilling

was clearly

remind Sarah as best she could and

helps, but it really doesn't." Sarah shook her