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

Chapter 755 Her Period Was Late...

Queenie walked up to Bianca, pulled her by her shoulders, and forced Bianca to face her. Her gentle voice trembled as she asked, ’ Bianca, what are you talking about? What do you mean you were drugged? Tell me what happened.”

Bianca looked miserable, and despair flashed across her eyes.

She cried and fell into Queenie's arms as she sobbed. She stammered as she told her mother the truth about what had happened that night.

After Queenie listened to her daughter's cries, her whole body froze up.

"B-Bianca, how could you be so stupid? How many times have I told you that you can't trust anyone in this world except for your closest family? But did you listen to me?!" Her mother, who had always doted on Bianca, raised her hand high due to the regret she was feeling for her daughter not living up to her expectations.

However, when she saw her daughter's miserable appearance, Queenie finally softened up and reached out to wipe away the tears on the corners of her eyes. "My poor girls. What bad things have the Norman family done to have such misfortunes befall us one after another? I would rather those misfortunes happen to me than to see you girls suffer... Sigh..."

What kind of joke was God playing on her? Her youngest daughter was forced to go to rehab for drugs, while her eldest daughter was drugged by someone with bad intentions. Why did God allow these things to happen to her two precious daughters?

Bianca thought that she had no more strength to cry, but there was a foul taste in her mouth.

She really regretted drinking that glass of red wine that day, and she regretted not having Luke accompany her when she went to the restroom even more.

Now, she could not show any abnormality in front of that man because she was afraid that he would find out about how she had gotten raped by another man. She was afraid that she would be ridiculed and looked at differently by others...

She regretted even more that she woke up too late that day. If she knew what the man who raped her looked like, she would choose to leave everything behind and die with him!

Now, Bianca was like a walking corpse.

now! I'm really filthy! I'm not good enough for Luke anymore! I don’t deserve you and Dad, and I don’t deserve my children even more. If dying will wash away

on her fair face, leaving a

stunned

arms tightly around her daughter to stop her from hurting herself. "Silly girl, what are you doing? Don't be afraid. No matter what happens, I’ll always be by your side... Bianca, tell me honestly. Did you take Plan B

long time to react and was sluggish for a moment. Instantly, she had

been raped, she was in a state of semi-madness. She was muddle-headed from all the sadness and pain, so

that day, I was in a bad state of mind, so

as pale as her daughter's. "Bianca, how can you be so careless?! Stay here at home and wait

about a few things and hurried out

mother left, Bianca cried for a while before laughing again with her long hair

It was her fault.

been a little more careful during the banquet, this whole thing would not have happened. She would not be living in

near the shopping

the salesperson's help. She then picked a box of Plan B from

hand touched the box of pills, she heard a devilish female voice beside her. "Aunt Queenie? Are you here to get some medicine? How is Leia doing? I was abroad for some time, so I haven't talked to her in quite a

in her hand without moving. She looked up only to see a cool and gorgeous young woman dressed in revealing clothes. She was wearing a hip-hugging mini skirt and a pair of really tall heels. Her arms were wrapped around a black man as she looked at Queenie

had spent a lot of time with her

When he smiled, it revealed his white teeth. Even though they were in public, he had no qualms

was getting worse

she was changing

tone was still soft. "Leia hasn't been well lately, so she's just been resting at home. I'm afraid she won’t be free to meet any guests for now, so you’ll have to wait until she gets better. Ms. Weish, I have something to do