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

Chapter 644 To Queenie, This Is Enough
Even though his hand was saved, Luke thought that he had failed. Gordan should not have agreed to the marriage.
If only Gordan could hold on for a few more minutes, Luke believed that they would not have failed in the last step.
Luke could guess what Ray was thinking. Ray, as a man standing on the pinnacle of power, should be smart enough to weigh
the pros and cons of offending Luke.
Luke was sure that Ray would not burn bridges with him, no matter how much he loved his sister. After all, T Corporation was
under the Russian government's protection.
As the leader of the Russian mafia, Ray would not brazenly challenge the government.
That was why Luke gambled that Ray would not want him to cripple himself. Gordan had been too impulsive.
Luke shook his head and looked accusingly at Gordan.
Gordan did not show any regret. "I won't change my decision."
If marrying an ugly woman was all it took to save his good friend's hand, he would not hesitate to do so.
Ray was very satisfied with the outcome. He saw how cruel but loyal Luke could be at crucial moments.
Criminal overlords appreciated people like that. Very soon, Ray and Luke became sworn brothers.
Both parties were satisfied at the end of the negotiations.
Soon, the doctor came to treat Luke's wound.
His wrist was a bloody mess, and he had lost a lot of blood.
Fortunately, the skilled doctor soon stopped the bleeding and bandaged the wound.
After that, Ray invited them to the most luxurious hotel in town and hosted a banquet forthem.
That was the first time Luke met Vivian, Ray's sister.

Luke nearly spat out the wine in his mouth. He expected a woman with a beautiful name like "Vivian" and a handsome younger
brother like Ray should have decent looks.
When he saw her, he finally understood why Gordan would rather die than marry her.
Vivian was Eastern European, but she did not look like one. Instead of being tall, healthy, and beautiful, she was short and
skinny like an underdeveloped beansprout.
Her skin was not as fair as the typical Caucasian, but rather dark and splotchy like a moldy piece of bread. Furthermore, her
fashion sense was terrible.
The only good point about Vivian's appearance was probably her sea-blue eyes. They were not very big, but they were lively and
animated. Other than that, she did not seem like a match for the tall and handsome Gordan.
No wonder Vivian remained single at thirty years old even though she had a wealthy and influential younger brother. Luke began
to pity Gordan and wondered if Ray took all the good points from their parents while leaving the bad points for Vivian.
He could not help but compare Vivian to Bianca at home. Bianca was so much more beautiful.
Bianca's beauty was not the flashy type but rather modest and long-lasting. She would not take anyone's breath away, but she
was a sight for sore eyes. After living with her for some time, Luke felt that the joy of seeing her had permeated his bones and
touched his soul.
To him, she was the most beautiful woman.
He would grow tired of looking at other women, but not her. She was the softest spot in his heart.
He wondered what Bianca was doing at that moment.
At the Norman residence.
Queenie was in a good mood today. She had managed to convince Bianca to come over to her house to talk about a design
collaboration.
Bianca could not decline the invitation. After all, Queenie was the one who saved her at the restaurant. Moreover, she knew that
Queenie was her birth mother, and she wanted to know more about her mother's daily life.
The Norman residence was a three-story mansion surrounded by gardens.

Queenie brought Bianca to the third floor.
One of the rooms on the third floor was a feminine bedroom that was furnished like the scene of a dream. There was also a
rooftop garden.
The two women sat down next to the coffee table in the rooftop garden and started chatting over tea.
The rooftop garden had many plants. Vines spread out over the entire trellis, while the winding path covered in cobblestones was
flanked with pots of rare chrysanthemums. It was the season in which chrysanthemums were in full bloom, and each plant was
adorned with flowers of different colors. It was a breath-taking sight.
Queenie saw that Bianca loved the garden. She explained it to her gently, "I designed the layout of this garden, Bea. What do
you think?"
Bianca took in the refreshing fragrance of the chrysanthemums and said truthfully, "It's beautiful, Aunt Queenie. I can feel my
stress melt away, and I'm relaxed and energized."
Queenie could tell from Bianca's eyes that she loved the environment.
She could see the faint smile on Bianca's face when Bianca looked at the chrysanthemums.
To Queenie, she would not trade that smile for anything else.
Queenie smiled and said, "Actually, I designed this garden for my daughter."
Bianca did not quite understand. She looked at Queenie, confused. "Leia must be so lucky to have you as her mother, Aunt
Queenie. You love her and pamper her so much..."
Her heart wrenched because she thought that Queenie's "daughter" referred to Leia.
Queenie shook her head. The usually noble and elegant woman seemed to be moved when she looked straight into Bianca's
eyes. "This isn't for Leia. It's for my birth daughter." '... Birth daughter?’
Bianca's eyes opened wide, and her entire body tensed up. Her hand that was passing Queenie the teacup also froze in mid-air.
'Has she found out that I'm her birth daughter?'

Bianca's heart thumped hard. The next moment, she saw Queenie close her eyes dejectedly, seemingly immersed in the painful
memories of the past.
"I thought that my birth daughter left me forever... When I gave birth to her, I passed out because of birth complications. After I
woke up, I saw a lifeless female baby lying next to me... I lost my mind then, and I called out my daughter's name again and
again, but her eyes remained closed and did not respond to me. Do you understand the despair in my heart back then?"
A teardrop fell from Queenie's eye and landed on the back of Bianca's hand with a splash.
A scalding pain spread from Bianca's hand to each of her organs. At that moment, she felt the same pain as Queenie...
A long time later, Bianca pulled her hand back and said, "Aunt Queenie, I..."