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.

Even though he was sure that Hera had not betrayed him, he still needed

everyone here," Abel ordered one of his

stairs. Shortly after, everyone except Shanks

sat with an ominous

to breathe too loudly, afraid of drawing

Hera had been

that

them, and no one was willing to

on the crowd. His stare hardened until it landed on Luke. Luca followed his gaze, feeling a

looking for someone to vent his anger on, and it seemed most likely that person would be Luke, especially since his eyes had

Luca's heart raced...

eyes were

it, and some even felt jealous. They wondered why

was an

would

on him, knew that he

he stood tall and unbothered, showing no signs of

he had done nothing wrong, so there

tightened in

confront Luke, she would have to remain silent and

and their precious daughter would undoubtedly be put

in mind, Luca bit her lip, bracing

Abel's face was gloomy. His icy blue eyes flickered with a menacing intensity. "Did

indifferently, showing no sign

or anxiety if questioned by Abel,

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

there

in mock approval, a chilling laugh escaping him. "Fine, you won't

the men beside him

a beat. She almost said something,

gaze.

silently warning her not

was being squeezed. She clenched her hands behind her back, her nails digging into her

focus was on

whip and handed it to Abel. "Boss,

swung it

The whip struck the floor with a loud, crisp

in the room flinched instinctively, as though the strike had landed on