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

"You're injured," Luca took a step back. She figured that it was unlikely that only her face was wounded.
“Those who have eyes would know that they should get out of the way. Excuse me." Marie ran out of patience. How she wished
that she could throw a tantrum at the person in front of her.
Marie was injured, and Jean was the one who beat her up.
However, she could not call the police to report him for the sake of surviving. She thought of heading to the pharmacy to dress
her wound, but the staff working in the pharmacy dared not to help her. She had no choice but to come to the hospital.
The doctor asked her if she was facing domestic violence. She did not dare to admit it. If she admitted it, the medical staff in the
hospital would call the police anytime. If Jean was caught and thrown into prison, she would not have anyone to depend on.
That was why she had no choice but to say she was injured from a fall.
The doctor did not expose her and suggested she take an X-ray to see if her bones were injured. However, she did not have the
money, so she rejected the offer and asked the nurse to dress her wounds.
She did not expect to run into Luca on such an unlucky day.
Luca, who stood in front of her, was stylish and glamorous. She wore an expensive branded big coat. It was incomparable to the
one she was wearing that only cost a few hundred dollars.
Moreover, she was not as flustered as Marie was. Luca's features were delicate, and she looked spirited.
Marie could not help but be green with envy. They were both women, but she had become like this while Luca was living a
wonderful life.
Why?!
“Was it Jean who did this to you?" Luca asked again.
Marie paused for a moment. She turned around and mocked her. “What nonsense are you talking about?"
“The wounds on your face were obviously caused by someone," Luca said with confidence. Her eyes were dark as she was
preoccupied with something.

“You got it wrong. I accidentally fell and injured myself. Stop thinking that you know everything," jeered Marie as she clasped the
pills in her hand tightly.
Luca knew why Marie was defending Jean, and she reminded her in a soft voice, “A man who beats you up will beat you again.
There's always a second time. I think you should consider it."
Luca reminded her only because she treated Marie as her sister before.
After all, Kevin treated Luca like his biological daughter.
“What the hell are you talking about? Jean is always nice to me. Are you cursing me just because you can't bear to see others
being happy?" Marie glared at her. "I'll rip your lips into pieces if you dare to talk nonsense!"
Luca shook her head helplessly. She had no choice but to leave her a message, "Take care."
After that, Luca turned around and left. She carried the water bottles she bought and returned to the operating room.
Luke sat on the chair, took the bottle she handed to him, and asked, "What took you so long?"
"Nothing," Luca did not want to discuss Marie's matter in front of Queenie and Jack.
Two hours later, the door of the operating room was opened.
"Dexter, where's Dexter's family?" A nurse pushed the hospital bed out, and Dexter was lying on it.
After the anaesthetization, his tanned face was pale white. He was in severe pain after the anaesthetization and surgery.
Dexter could hear the nurse calling his name while he was in a trance.
He heard someone talking when he was about to tell the nurse that he did not have any family members. "How is he?" Luke
came forward and asked.
"Are you Dexter's family member?" the nurse looked at him and asked.
"No, but I'm the one who's paying for his medical expenses. The caretaker went to the washroom," Luke made a simple
explanation and looked at Dexter. He looked weak, but that was all.
It was normal for patients who had just gone for surgery.

"Okay. It's fine to have a caretaker. The transplant surgery has been done. The surgery went well, and nothing unexpected
happened. We're transferring the patients upstairs now. If the caretaker is back, ask her to go upstairs to nurse him," said the
nurse. She had seen patients who did not have any family members except for a caretaker. Hence, it was normal to her.
"Yes." Luke was about to walk back to his seat.
"M-Mr. Crawford." Dexter's voice was weak. He had not had food and water since last night. He was thirsty, and his voice was
hoarse.
Luke paused.
"M-Money." Dexter did not forget the most important thing.
Luke turned around and looked at Dexter. "Cash or check?"
"C-Cash," Dexter opened his eyes and looked at him. He refused to pretend to be a kind father after the surgery. All he wanted
was money.
Luke paused.
"200,000 dollars isn't a small amount of money. Are you sure you want cash?" Luke frowned.
Dexter wanted cash, but it was only because cash could ease his mind.
However, he had to stay in the hospital for at least a week. It was unsafe for him to bring so much cash along with him to the
hospital.
“Then... I'll take the check." Dexter thought it was inconvenient for him if he took so much cash with him.
Besides, he was no longer staying in a private ward. A caretaker would be looking after him too. If the caretaker could not keep
her hands out of his money, he would lose the money anytime.
If the amount he received was 20,000 dollars, he would still be able to keep the bills under his pillow, but there was no way he
could keep 200,000 dollars cash under it.
“I'll ask my subordinate to deliver it to you in the afternoon," said Luke. He did not have the habit of bringing his checkbook along
with him.

“Okay." Dexter closed his eyes and rested, feeling relieved.
Queenie, who was standing beside him, watched as the nurse brought Dexter upstairs. She was feeling a little anxious. “Dexter
already came out. What about Leia?"
"It's normal. The doctor only wanted to take the liver out of Dexter's body, but Ms. Norman's surgery is to remove her liver from
her body and replace it with a healthy liver. He has to be careful with every step he takes, and no mistakes are allowed," Luca
comforted her. She could understand that Queenie was worried.
“I hope Leia comes back safe and sound," Queenie kept praying for Leia.
Jack held her hand and gently patted the back of her hand.
Four hours later, there was still no news of Leia.
It was almost noontime. Luke went downstairs to get them some bread and beverages.
Queenie was like a cat on a hot tin roof. He was worried sick about Leia. She was walking back and forth anxiously, no longer
sitting on the bench.
Luca did not know how to comfort her either.
However, she was not one of the medical staff. There was no way she could know Leia's situation in the operating room now.
However, the best news would be no news from them.
If something really happened to Leia, the nurse would inform Leia's family while the doctor was rescuing her. Hence, no one
came out of the operating room calling for Mr. and Mrs. Norman. That would mean Leia's surgery was still going on.
Besides, the situation was still under the doctor's control.
Queenie understood that too, but she was still feeling anxious.
Luca wanted to stand up and comfort Queenie.
Jack grabbed her hand, shook his head, and said, "Let her be."
Luke walked in carrying a bag in his hands and asked, “Any news yet?"

"No." Luca shook her head. A four-hour of surgery was not long. Plus, Leia was in poor health. They probably needed another
two to three hours.
“Have some bread first." Luke opened the bag. After handing the bread to Luca, he gave the rest to Jack.