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

Chapter 1099 Reuniting With the Child
"I hate you," Shanks said candidly. He hated Luke Crawford and his family, but that seemed to have changed after he took care
of Nyla.
He could not get himself to hate that baby at all, even though the baby carried Luke and Bianca's blood.
"Why would you grant me my wish then?" Bianca asked. Ever since she carried the baby in her arms, she could not hide her true
emotions.
"I have no interest in taking care of your baby for you," Shanks said while putting his hands into his pockets. He turned to Eler
and said, "She's almost recovered from her stomach flu now, but you'll have to be careful. Also, the baby's necessities are in my
lab. Come over and take them away."
After that, he turned around and left.
Bianca felt a complicated mix of emotions as she watched Shanks leave.
If Shanks did not want to take care of the baby, he could have handed it to the kitchen lady or even Abel.
Why would he hand the baby to her?
Bianca was confused.
Eler was delighted. She touched the baby's hand and said," This is great news, Miss. From now on, you can personally
take care of Nyla."
Bianca laughed dryly. "I don't have the time for that."
Her only free time was at night...
Abel would not grant her the luxury of taking care of her baby. Also, she was not willing to sacrifice her training time.
Bianca wanted to leave the Island of Despair, so she wanted to grow strong as soon as possible. Having to take care of the baby
would interfere with her plans.

Eler planned to go along with Bianca. As she watched Shanks leave, she said thoughtfully, "I think Mr. Shanks will think of a way
to help us."
Bianca chuckled and started to walk back to her room. "He won't help me."
"Mr. Shanks isn't as bad as you think, Miss," Eler said. She had focused her attention on Bianca and her baby, so she did not
have the time to process her affection for Shanks. Now that she had calmed down, her face began to blush.
Bianca shook her head. "Bring the stroller here."
Eler went and pushed Nyla's stroller toward the room.
At night, the kitchen lady went to Bianca's room.
"Is there something, Madam?" Eler and Bianca were playing with Nyla.
"Boss says that I'll take care of Ms. Kathryn when you're away at training," the kitchen lady said quite rudely. She thought that
Eler had set her up so that Shanks got angry at her.
"Kathryn?" Bianca looked at the baby.
"Yes. Boss gave the baby a name, and it's Kathryn!" The kitchen lady said.
"Mm. I know." Bianca did not expect that Abel would do that. Perhaps Shanks had a part in it.
She was relieved that the kitchen lady would be able to take care of Nyla while she and Eler were away at training.
Eler held Bianca's hands excitedly. "This is good news, Miss. I knew that Mr. Shanks would think of something. We won't have to
worry about Nyla while we're away at training."
The kitchen lady glanced at Bianca and Eler coldly before leaving without saying a word. She decided to let go of the grudge
against Eler.
Now that she was tasked to take care of the baby again, she could stay away from the tiring and dirty work of the kitchen.
"Mm." Bianca looked at Nyla and gently poked her little nose. "You are not Kathryn. You are Nyla. Nyla Crawford. Understand?"
No matter what Abel thought of the baby, she was a Crawford.

Little Nyla smiled at Bianca.
Eler's heart warmed when she saw that. "Nyla really looks like you, Miss."
Bianca touched her face, wondering if that was true. "She doesn't look like the current me."
"I'm sorry, Miss..." Eler realized that she had misspoken and apologized immediately. Even though Shanks had done a fine job,
Bianca still could not accept the fact that she looked like a different person now.
"It's nothing." Bianca shook her head and carried Nyla. "Help me close the door. I want to feed Nyla."
"Alright." Eler nodded and closed the door. The door had no lock, so Eler had to lean against the door so that no one could come
in.
Late at night, Bianca could not sleep. She sat up and looked at Nyla in the cot.
Nyla was sleeping soundly.
"I'm your mother, Nyla. Your father is Luke Crawford. Can you remember that?" Bianca mumbled while leaning on the cot.
Nyla did not wake up, but her hand moved as though replying to her mother.
Bianca smiled and covered her with the blanket.
Luke was her father, and she was her mother...
A City.
Luke was in a meeting at T Corporation, but he was interrupted by a phone call.
After ending the call, he whispered something into Jason's ear, then left the conference room.
The managers in the conference room looked at each other. It was not the first time that this happened. They could tell that the
interruption had something to do with Mrs.
Crawford.

Rumors had it that Mrs. Crawford had lost her mind. There was no concrete proof, but it was not entirely made up either. They
could tell that there was some truth behind the rumors every time Luke abruptly stepped out of the meeting or changed his
schedule.
They were all veteran employees of T Corporation, and they knew that the only person who could get their boss to put down his
work was Bianca Rayne.
Jason coughed to regain their attention.
"Boss has to attend to some other matters. I’ll continue to chair the meeting," he said.
The managers nodded. No one dared to say anything.
Luke went to the parking lot and sped to the hospital. He went through a secret entrance toward Bianca's ward without attracting
any attention.
"What happened, Aunt Wanda?" He stood at the door and asked Wanda. Neither of them dared to step inside.
"I’m sorry, Luke. I thought I'd show her a painting that she liked to jog her memories, but I didn't expect that she would react so
violently." Wanda seemed helpless as she tried to explain what happened.
"..." Luke was silent. Bianca was not in a good mental condition lately, but she had not reacted violently toward her aunt.
"The nurse can vouch for me. I only handed her a painting. At first, she calmly looked at it, but when I said, 'Do you remember?
This is your favorite piece of work.' she began to ..." Wanda felt guilty even though she did not do anything out of line.
"I don't blame you, Aunt Wanda. Bianca is still emotionally unstable," Luke said. He noticed the injuries on Wanda's hands and
said, "You're hurt. You should get the wound cleaned."
Wanda glanced at the slash marks on her hands. Bianca had tried to cut herself with a knife, and Wanda tried to stop her.