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.

Her eyes glistened, then she helped Bianca lie on the bed and said gently, "Bea, if you're feeling tired, you

on the bed. She felt extremely

closed her eyes, that

there in the

gaze was ice-cold, but it was warm and brilliant when he looked

Bianca was discharged from the hospital, she went back to the mansion to pack up her clothes. She

on the bed.

slowly walked over, picked up the clothes, held them close to her chest, and gently

familiar masculine scent

her. She had said that she

plants without the help of the gardener or

as thick as her wrist, the green leaves had formed a dense web,

still there, but the man who

her emotions as she stepped into the

toiletries - His toothbrush and cup, his toothpaste, his razor,

hers were slightly messy. Whenever

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

had not washed her face for several days. Queenie or the

lethargic because she had

she took a quick

water was warm and mixed with her tears. She did not know if

shower, she stepped out of the bathroom with a head full

the unheated room as she

home, he would be the one drying

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