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

“Pierre, your grandpa and I will help you to handle this. The thing that matters the most now is that you can't let the people from
the Department of Justice and the police officers find you. Otherwise, it's inconvenient for us to speak up for you," said Madam
Mallory. She could not expect the others to help them out.
Now, the CEO of Mallory Corporation was still Percy. The news of the two brothers not being on good terms had already spread.
That was why Mallory Corporation was not affected by Pierre's matter at the moment.
It set Madam Mallory's mind at ease knowing that the company was fine. At least she did not have to be up to her neck in
problems while handling both sides.
Pierre narrowed his eyes. His mother only said that she would be helping him, but he could sense that there was no longer bias
toward him in her voice. This implied that she approved of what Percy did.
It was Percy's fault that he was in such a mess, but they said nothing about it. They claimed that they only came to help him.
Was it because the shareholders sided with Percy, and that was why they were not planning to deal with him?
Given the circumstances now, Pierre understood that this matter had to be put aside first. What mattered the most was to deal
with the trouble he was involved in.
"Okay." There was unwillingness and anger in his voice.
"Your grandpa's still mad at you. Don't contact him at the moment. Give me all the related documents and information about the
things posted on the internet," said Madam Mallory. She was forcing herself to deal with this matter now even though she was
unwilling to.
She had no choice.
Old Master Mallory was in a fit of anger. Although Madam Mallory knew Old Master Mallory would not let things get worse, she
dared not to ask him to personally deal with this matter.
"The related documents and contracts are kept in the office's safe box, but the people from the Department of Justice came
today. Even though they failed to open the safe box, they sealed it, and I'd already sent someone to steal the documents. Once I
have the documents, I'll ask someone to send them back home," replied Pierre. He had come to a point that he had to ask
someone to steal something that belonged to him. It was Percy's fault for making him end up in such a mess!

Madam Mallory heaved a sigh. If the safe box was sealed, then the only way to get the documents was to ask someone to steal
them.
However, it was ridiculous for Pierre to ask someone to steal his own things. Then, she replied, “Okay. Tell your men to be
careful. Since they're going to be stealing something, then they can't just steal what's in the safe box. Do you get what I mean?"
"Understood. My subordinates know what to do." Pierre gulped down another mouthful of liquor.
"Okay. You don't have to worry about this. I can assure you I'll get everything settled. It's just that I'm afraid it'll be difficult for you
to have your grandfather's support in the future," added Madam Mallory.
Old Master Mallory initially took a fancy to Percy for his capabilities. If it were not for him being rebellious and insisting on
marrying Nina, the grandfather and grandson would not have turned against each other.
Percy would not have had the chance to run for the position of CEO either.
Now, Pierre had lost, and he even got himself in such big trouble. After Old Master Mallory helped him to solve the problem, he
would never take his side anymore.
"I know." A burning sensation went down Pierre's throat as he drank another mouthful of liquor. His voice became hoarse.
"But you can achieve something that can impress your grandfather to gain his support in the future. Now let's deal with this first.
If you need anything, don't hesitate to call me. And don't let too many people know where you are now," Madam Mallory
reminded him again. She was worried that someone would secretly inform the people from the Department of Justice where
Pierre was.
Pierre could not get locked up by them. Otherwise, someone would be listening to their conversation every time they talked to
each other. It would be difficult to handle things if this happened.
"Got it." Pierre heard her reminded and replied impatiently. After that, he hung up the call.
Madam Mallory listened to the busy tone on the other end of the line and let out a long sigh.
Pierre was her son. How could she not know what he had in mind now?
He wanted to make Percy's life a mess...
Other than that, he thought they were biased.

It was Percy who disclosed this matter to the public. That was why Pierre got into so much trouble and he had to hide for some
time.
However, Madam Mallory did not sound like she was blaming Percy. She did not give him a hard time either.
That was why Pierre was so unhappy about it.
Madam Mallory and Old Master Mallory saw eye to eye on this matter. Now that Pierre had gotten himself in such big trouble,
they no longer had any energy left for Percy.
After all, what troubled them the most now was the mess Pierre had made.
Besides, if Pierre had never done something like that, Percy would not have had the information to disclose to the public.
Standing on a moral point of view, Percy was wrong for doing this.
However, from a legal point of view, Pierre was the one who did something wrong.
What mattered the most to them now was not finding a way to make Percy submit to them but thinking of a way to get Pierre out
of trouble.
This was what Madam Mallory was worried about.
Percy's initiative had put Pierre and the Mallory family in a disadvantageous position.
There was not much time left for them to deal with these matters.
Madam Mallory massaged her aching forehead.
The maid carried a tray of a glass of water and medicine into her room. She reminded her, "Mrs. Mallory, it's time to eat your
medicine."
Madam Mallory put the pills into her mouth. Then, she took a glass of water, took two sips of water, and swallowed the pills.
"They taste bitter." Madam Mallory frowned. She had to take medicine every day. It was harsh to the taste and made her mouth
bitter.

“Mrs. Mallory, good medicine tastes bitter. Didn't the doctor who came to check on you today tell you about it? Your blood
pressure is well-controlled now. You only have to take the medicine for another week, then they'll change your medicine to
normal antihypertensive drugs. They're not as bitter as the pills you're taking now. Hang in there,” the maid advised her in a soft
voice.
The doctor was still giving Madam Mallory the imported antihypertensive drugs to stabilize her blood pressure. Even though the
special antihypertensive drugs were effective, they tasted more bitter than usual.
Bitterness would fill the mouth after taking it.
Madam Mallory frowned.
The maid handed her a plate of honey taffy and said, "Mrs. Mallory, would you like to have some honey taffies?"
"No, thank you. I'm not in the mood to have some." Madam Mallory waved her hand and looked at the honey taffies with disgust.
All she had in mind now was Pierre's matter.
The maid put the plate of honey taffies back onto the tray.
"Oh, how's Old Master Mallory doing now?" Madam Mallory asked. After Pierre's matter had become a big deal, Old Master
Mallory flew into a rage when he was at home, claiming that he would rip Pierre into pieces.
Madam Mallory dared not to tell Pierre about it just now.
She was worried Pierre would act recklessly knowing that Old Master Mallory refused to help him.
"Old Master Mallory doesn't look very happy. He even asked Mr. Bennett to look for Mr. Pierre," answered the maid.
"This is a real headache." Madam Mallory massaged her forehead as a throbbing headache developed beneath her temples.
She had no idea what to do for a moment.
"Did Old Master Mallory eat anything today?" she asked again.
"Old Master Mallory has been feeling angry the whole afternoon. He refuses to eat. He didn't even touch the meal Mr. Bennett
served him in his room," the maid carefully reported to her. Now that everyone in the Mallory family knew about the two big
events that happened today, no one dared to piss the old master off as they might suffer another stroke of bad luck.
"Prepare the dishes. I'll serve the old master myself." Madam Mallory rose to her feet.