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

Chapter 3387 What Proof Is Needed

Luca instantly understood the situation. It was about Hera.

Hera was someone Abel valued, possibly as a future corneal donor for Kassy. While Abel might not love Hera now, he certainly took her health seriously.

In a calm tone, Luca explained, "She was hospitalized due to inflammation that caused a fever."

Abel furiously flung his half-smoked cigar at her.

The glowing embers singed her clothes, leaving a small burn mark

She instinctively stepped aside.

Abel roared, "What kind of care is this?! I told you to look after her! Is this how you handle things?"

Luca was perplexed. When did he ever tell her to look after Hera?

Besides, she did take care of her."When Ms. Sanchez fainted last night, she already had a low-grade fever. I diagnosed her condition as inflammation and prescribed anti-inflammatory and fever-reducing medication. I also emphasized that she needed to take oral anti-inflammatory drugs. She didn't trust me and threw out Mr. Shanks' medication, which led to her condition worsening."

Luca deliberately mentioned Shanks' involvement, ensuring her actions would be beyond reproach since Abel trusted Shanks' expertise implicitly.

Abel's face darkened further. He narrowed his eyes as he looked at the woman in front of him. Shanks' medications were unquestionably reliable.

The fault indeed lay with Hera's own choices.

If it was not for her negligence, she would not be suffering now.

Still, needing an outlet for his anger, Abel coldly snorted and accused, "It's still your fault. If you had been more attentive, she wouldn't have fallen ill in the first place!"

Luca almost laughed at the absurdity of the accusation. Realizing he would not back down, she retorted without hesitation, "Ms. Sanchez's inflammation is a result of overindulging in intimate activities. Mr. Abel, you can't possibly blame me for that."

Abel's expression turned livid.

Intimate activities?

Had Hera betrayed him?

However, then he recalled how rough he had been during one of his fits of anger.

Hera had complained of discomfort, yet he had ignored her.

The situation could not possibly be pinned on Luca.

sure that Hera had not betrayed him, he still needed

everyone here," Abel ordered one of his

stairs. Shortly after, everyone except Shanks gathered in the living

sat with an

breathe too loudly, afraid

Hera had

to guess that Abel's wrath

to do with any of them, and no one was willing to bear the blame or

had contact with her?" Abel's gaze was fixed on the crowd. His stare

it seemed most likely

Luca's heart raced...

eyes were now

it, and some even felt jealous. They wondered why a plain-

an incredibly

would only

him, knew that he

unbothered, showing no signs of

had done nothing wrong, so there was no

heart tightened

to confront Luke, she would

their precious daughter

in mind, Luca bit her lip, bracing herself for what Abel might

gloomy. His icy blue eyes flickered with a

indifferently, showing no sign

fear or anxiety if questioned by Abel,

eyes, a slight smirk on his lips. "Oh, you're not admitting

what's there to admit?" Luke suddenly

in mock approval, a chilling laugh escaping him. "Fine, you won't admit it. I'll make you confess. Bring me my

sir," one of the men beside him replied,

beat. She almost said something, but then she caught

gaze.

warning

heart felt as though it was being squeezed. She clenched her hands behind her back, her nails digging

focus was

the whip and handed it to Abel. "Boss, the

swung

The whip struck the floor with a

as though the strike had landed