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

Chapter 1096 Shanks Is Taking Care of the Child
"It's not serious. Don't you trust in Mr. Shanks's skills?" The kitchen lady chuckled when she saw how anxious Eler was. Then,
she continued, "It's strange though. The baby has been very difficult, but I've never heard her cry in the lab. Mr. Shanks is either
very good with kids, or..."
The kitchen lady stopped speaking. Eler did not understand what she was trying to say, so she asked, "Or what, Madam?"
"Silly girl! What if Mr. Shanks calmed the baby down with drugs?" The kitchen lady whispered.
Shanks was not short on drugs. Surely at least one of them could be used to calm a baby down.
Eler was shocked. "Mr. Shanks will never do that!" She said in disbelief.
"What do you mean? None of the men on this island would have the patience to take care of a baby!" The kitchen lady said.
Eler became even more anxious when she heard that. She was about to rush into the laboratory to check on the baby when
Shanks came out while carrying the baby.
"Give it to me." He glanced at the flask in the kitchen lady's hand.
The kitchen lady gave him the flask immediately.
Eler stole a glance at the baby in Shanks's arms. She had a smile on her fair and cute face, and her eyes were animated and
lively.
The baby did not look like she was drugged.
Shanks glanced at Eler. "Is there anything?" He asked.
Eler shook her head and replied, "Nothing. I'll go and take care of Miss. Bye, Mr. Shanks."
She bowed, turned around, and hurriedly left.
Shanks turned his head to look at the kitchen lady. The middle-aged woman bowed her head subserviently, as though waiting for
his orders.
"I don't like people who talk behind my back. You can go back to the kitchen," Shanks said coldly.

The kitchen lady was shocked when she heard that. Kitchen duty was tiring and dirty while taking care of the child was relatively
easier. She tried to explain herself, "I didn't mean that, Mr. Shanks."
"Don't make me repeat myself." Shanks closed the door.
The kitchen lady watched the door close and could only turn around and walk away while cursing Eler under her breath.
Back at the room, Eler smiled and told Bianca, "I have news for you, Miss."
Bianca put the book away and looked at her. "What is it?"
"Mr. Shanks is taking care of the baby now. He's quite easygoing, and he won't tell tales. If you miss your daughter, you can visit
her at his lab," Eler said happily.
To Eler, Shanks was much gentler than Abel. She believed that Shanks would be able to take care of the child properly.
"Shanks?" Bianca was surprised. "Did something happen to my child?"
"It's nothing serious, she only caught the stomach flu. Don't worry, Mr. Shanks is a very skilled doctor, and your daughter will
surely be fine. I saw her earlier, she doesn't look like she's sick."
'Stomach flu...'
Bianca felt slightly more relieved. She knew that it was common for newborn children to be down with the stomach flu because of
their weak immune systems. Tommy had been down with the stomach flu several times before he turned one.
The baby would be fine as long as someone took good care of her.
"Do you want to visit her, Miss?" Eler asked.
"It's fine. Mr. Shanks will take good care of her, and she doesn't need me." Bianca decided to be heartless. Shanks might not
have harmed her on his own accord, but she treated him as her enemy.
She dared not visit the child in case it would result in some unwanted incidents. She was happy as long as the child was safe.
Bianca knew that she could not protect the child. What was most important now was to keep her distance from the

child and not get too involved with her upbringing. In the future, when she was strong enough to leave the Island of Despair, she
would bring the child along with her.
"Alright." Eler sighed. She knew that Bianca would not be able to stay strong if she visited her child.
Seven days later.
The swelling on Bianca's face had subsided. The adjustments on her face looked more natural and charming than ever.
She would be resuming her training today.
She did not undergo any strength training when she was pregnant, so Abel had arranged a series of intensive strength training
programs for her.
"Can you take it, Miss?" Eler was worried when she found out what Bianca had to do.
"I need to become stronger." Bianca pinched her stomach and put on her jacket. She was too weak now, and if she followed her
previous routine, it would take a very long time for her to become strong.
If she wanted to escape from her current situation, she had no one else to rely on but herself!
"You can do it, Miss!" Eler cheered her on. She and her brother had also been training, but they did not improve as fast as
Bianca did.
"You too, for yourself and Amur." Bianca wrapped a rubber band and left.
"Yes!" Eler replied and followed behind her.
Eler felt emotional when she looked at Bianca's seemingly frail back. Bianca always had a way to cheer the siblings up.
They had to work harder so that they could escape from Abel's clutches.
A mercenary was already waiting for Bianca at the training grounds. His beady eyes flashed with interest when he saw her petite
and frail body.
"You're late," he said.

Tardiness at the training grounds was met with punishment. Bianca glanced at her watch and said coldly, "I still have one
minute."
The mercenary looked at his watch and saw that it was indeed the case. He grunted coldly.
Bianca stood opposite him and counted down. When the time was up, she said, "Let's begin."
"We'll wrestle today." The mercenary took off his jacket, revealing the pure, solid muscle underneath. There were a few
menacing scars on his arms, and Bianca could tell that he was going to be a formidable opponent.
Bianca sized up the mercenary. She had a rudimentary grasp of wrestling thanks to Rain, and she would not be able to defeat
the man.
"I don't have any experience," she said.
The mercenary did not look like he was going to go easy on her. "You'll learn after every fall. Come here.'
Bianca walked over and lifted her head to look at the man who was much taller than her.
Before she was mentally prepared, the mercenary rushed at her and threw her on the mat.
Bianca grunted in pain. She could also sense that the mercenary was taking the opportunity to cop a feel.
She immediately flipped over and got to her feet.
"That's wrestling," the mercenary said sinisterly. "Let's continue. Don't think of leaving before you're thrown a hundred times."
Bianca stretched her limbs which were beginning to hurt.
Eler felt worried for Bianca. She stepped up and said, "Miss doesn't have any experience in wrestling. Shouldn't you teach her
the fundamentals before training?"
"Shut it! Otherwise, you can replace her!" The mercenary grabbed Eler's throat and glared at her viciously.