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

It was when a sharp pain shot through her hand and it felt as though a needle was piercing her vein did Mandy finally realize that
Rain was giving her an injection!
A sense of fear rose from the soles of her feet and ascended to the top of her head.
Could it be that this woman was really capable of murdering someone?
Did she run out of patience and decide to poison and kill her?
Rain skillfully completed the procedure. Then, she chuckled and patted Mandy's cheek. She did it gently this time. "Do you think
that starving yourself can force us to release you? Don't worry, I have IV drips that can sustain your life. You won't die! If you
refuse to tell me the truth, I'll continue to give you drips until they aren't enough to keep you alive. Then, I'll insert a feeding tube
through your nose and give you liquid food. That's how patients in vegetative states survive. You're destined to live."
Mandy felt despair. She did not expect Rain to be so cruel.
The idea that she just came up with was countered by her right away.
Moreover, Rain acted without hesitation. She did not even give her a chance to negotiate.
Rain said to the person beside her, "Someone will be coming to do a shift handover with you shortly. Remember to remind them
to come in every hour and confirm whether Ms. Sanders is still alive or not. Oh, by the way, when the IV drip finishes, remove the
needle for her to avoid blood backflow. She's too weak now."
Rain turned around and left after giving her instructions.
She sat in the living room. She furrowed her brows while reporting to Luke, "Mandy still refuses to say anything."
A person who feared death was afraid of going to prison too.
However, Mandy had not truly experienced a near-death encounter yet. She probably would not confess that easily and risk
being thrown into prison.
"Keep going," replied Luke.
Mandy must confess everything.

In A City's detention center, Marcos and Ethan were sitting on the chairs. According to the laws of A City, family members were
not allowed to visit someone who had been detained. Hence, Marcos did not come to visit Matysh as his nephew but as Ethan's
assistant.
The police officers in the detention center escorted Matysh to the room.
Just as Marcos had expected, Matysh looked disheveled. His beard covered his entire face, and his hair was messy. Apart from
his relatively clean cheeks, he looked like a refugee wandering on the streets of Russia.
There was an incredulous expression on Ethan's face. Where did the Matysh who was full of vigor go?
How did he end up in such a state after being sent to the detention center? "Mr. Matysh!"
Matysh ignored Ethan's expression and looked at Marcos. His wretchedness stood in stark contrast to Marcos' glamorous
appearance.
They were never really close. They merely maintained a facade of harmony for the sake of Old Master Abaza and the family's
reputation. Their hearts had long been detached.
Matysh felt displeased when Marcos happened to see him in such a state. He questioned in an annoyed tone, "What are you
doing here?"
Marcos turned to look at Ethan with a calm expression on his face and said, "He asked me to come."
The three of them spoke in Russian, but the police officer who was assigned to watch Matysh could only understand English. As
he was concerned that they might be discussing some unfavorable information, he tapped the table and reminded them,
"English, please."
Matysh glared at him.
He spoke English with an accent, and he was not good at it. However, this man insisted that he spoke English. Would that not be
another embarrassing moment in front of Marcos?
Matysh had always believed that he was superior to Marcos. After all, their bloodline and genes were different.
At this moment, he formed a stark contrast with Marcos. He was disheveled and haggard. It was a big blow to his sense of
superiority.

Matysh refused to accept the current state of affairs.
He glowered at Ethan. His family had asked him to be his defense attorney. Why did he bring Marcos along?
Did he bring him here to laugh at him?
Ethan felt intimidated when Matysh glared at him that way. He wondered if he had made a mistake. Should he not have brought
Marcos here?
He wanted to tell Matysh that Marcos was his nephew and he was here to help him in his time of need.
However, how could he help without understanding the entire situation?
"Mr. Matysh, I'm here to defend you. I just got all the documents from the police, but they're currently being translated. I'd like to
hear about what happened at that time and the incident of breaking into someone's home and injuring the owners." Ethan
straightened out his attitude, understanding that regardless of whether bringing Marcos was the right or wrong thing to do, what
mattered the most now was to understand the full sequence of events.
He initially wanted to see the case file provided by the police.
However, he did not expect the detention center in A City to be so careless. They detained a foreigner, yet they did not even
bother to prepare a translated case file. They claimed that their translator was on sick leave...
His translator was outside, translating those case files now.
Matysh had no intention of discussing the previous events, especially not in front of Marcos.
He did not expect things to escalate to such a serious extent, not to mention that the reason why the police officers came looking
for him was not because of the home invasion case but rather the suicide of a teenager that happened several years ago!
That happened a couple of years ago. If the police had not brought it up, he would not have remembered the illegal act he
committed that night.
Of course, he would never admit to such an act, but the evidence against him was substantial.
Therefore, Matysh had been waiting for Ethan to arrive.
Now, Ethan was here, but the first thing he did had already made Matysh unhappy.

He actually brought Marcos, the disgrace of their family, along with him!
What was he here for?
Could he use money to broaden his connections?
Matysh had no expectations for him. Their family had no power or influence here. It would be difficult for them to solve problems
with money!
Moreover, the girl's father was determined to see him held accountable under the law. There was no way they could cover up the
matter no matter how much money was offered.
That was why Matysh did not expect anything from Marcos.
The only thing Marcos could do was help to arrange a local lawyer to assist him and Ethan in the lawsuit.
However, Matysh dared not to use the lawyer Marcos found for him either.
If he were to go to prison in A City, Marcos would be the biggest beneficiary. The Abaza family would lose their heir and the only
person left to inherit the family's wealth would be Marcos!
Ethan noticed Matysh's gloomy expression and his silence, which made him feel impatient. Was Matysh still acting like a spoiled
young master at this point?
How ridiculous!
Matysh refusing to speak to the lawyer would not solve anything. Ethan continued, "Mr. Matysh, I understand that you're upset,
but I can't help you if you don't speak the truth.”
Matysh gave his orders in an arrogant manner, "Ask him to get out of here."
He pointed at Marcos.
Ethan looked at Marcos in astonishment.
Marcos, on the other hand, immediately understood and said to Ethan with a smile on his face, "I told you. He doesn't like me.
Still, you insisted on bringing me here."

Ethan's face reddened, realizing that what Marcos said was true. He did not expect Matysh to look down on Marcos when things
had already come to this point.
If he were to get out of here, he would still need Marcos' help. Otherwise, why would Marcos come to A City?
"Please give us a moment." Ethan was left with no choice. The top priority now was to get Matysh to disclose the details of what
happened.