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

Chapter 652 She Is Jack and Queenie's Daughter!

Bianca had never expected that the almighty Luke Crawford would leave the mortal world so abruptly. She could not accept that fact.

"Please sign here, Mrs. Crawford." Mr. Todd handed Bianca a pen, seeing that she had no response.

Bianca took the pen woodenly and stared blankly at the document.

Her face displayed pain, agony, and then anger. She was angry that the man might have known that he was going to be in mortal danger, and that was why he had enacted a will before he left.

She knew that Luke was loyal to his friends, but could he have spared a thought for her and the children?

Was that how he was going to make it up to them?

No!

He should have returned safely and let Bianca complain to him, not leave her alone to process the shocking news!

Bianca threw the pen away angrily and yelled hysterically, "Get lost! Go away! How dare he leave the children and me behind? How could he? I don't need any so-called compensation from him! Not a single cent!"

The atmosphere in the ward instantly became frigid.

Queenie held Bianca’s shoulders and said calmly, "Don't get too agitated, Bianca. Don't let it affect your baby. You can't afford to have anything go wrong with your health now."

Then, she turned to speak to Jason, "Bianca isn't in a stable condition now. Can the signing wait for a few days?"

Jason nodded and bowed slightly to Bianca. "I'll come and visit another day. Please take care of your health. If Boss is still around, he wouldn't want to see you give up on yourself."

Then, he waved to the two lawyers, and the three people swiftly disappeared from the ward.

a puppet. Her eyes glistened, then she helped Bianca lie on the bed and said gently, "Bea,

mechanically on the bed. She

moment she closed her eyes, that handsome

there in the darkness, looking at

was ice-cold, but it was

back to the mansion to pack up her clothes. She was going to stay over at the Norman residence for

folded neatly on the bed. He was wearing those clothes the night before

walked over, picked up the clothes, held them close

familiar masculine scent in those

that had crept near the window. Those were mandevilla vines that Luke had planted for her. She had said that she wanted flowers that bloomed in all seasons, especially vines that climbed on walls and adorned the

he planted four mandevilla plants without the help of the gardener

thick as her wrist, the green leaves had formed a dense web, and the red and white flowers

there, but the man who had planted

to keep in her emotions as she stepped into the

cup, his toothpaste, his razor, and so on,

clean freak and somewhat obsessive-compulsive. His belongings were neatly arranged, while hers were

their matching cups for a long time before washing her face with cold

for several days. Queenie or the

because she had not

she took a

tears. She did not know if she was bathing

the bathroom with a head full of wet

unheated room as she

he would be

filled to the brim with clothes for the fall season. Luke had custom-made them from a tailor.