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

Marcos frowned. Contemplating between acknowledging Sarah and her well-being, he chose the latter.
"How long do I have to wait to meet her?" Marcos compromised.
The brief encounter from last night hardly brought him any comfort.
Moreover, Sarah's condition was too worrisome yesterday. He was still concerned.
"A week," replied Luke.
"A whole week?" Marcos clenched his fist, feeling impatient about the long wait.
Luca sat beside Luke, listening to Marcos' voice coming from the other end of the line. She whispered, "Why don't you let me talk
to Mr. Marcos?"
Luke nodded and handed her the phone without a second thought.
Luca placed the phone near her ear and spoke in a soft tone, "Mr. Marcos, this is Luca. Regarding your mother, it was Dr. Park
who suggested the patient rest for a week for her well-being. If you don't mind, I can visit Ms. Poplar when I head to the hospital
and take some videos to keep you updated on her daily condition. Is that alright for you?"
Marcos only said that just now because he was worried about Sarah.
A week was not that long.
However, a week felt like an eternity for someone who had been worried and longed for another person for so long.
Marcos could not help but sigh. Luke's woman had a pure and transparent heart.
"Ms. Craw, thank you." He agreed with it.
Marcos could still observe Sarah's condition through the videos every day.
"Don't mention it. It's not a big deal." Luca did not want Marcos to feel too indebted to her.
Furthermore, it was indeed not a big deal.
She would be visiting Wanda at the hospital, bringing her some soup and medicinal food.

Wanda would continue her chemotherapy sessions in a few days.
After completing a round of chemotherapy, Wanda would have to undergo various examinations. If the tests were fine, she could
be discharged from the hospital. After that, she would have to return to the hospital for check-ups every three months.
Luca felt that there would be better days ahead as long as she kept pushing through.
After Marcos agreed, she returned the phone to Luke.
Luke placed the receiver near his ear and heard Marcos say, "Mr. Crawford, you have a clever wife. I envy you. I wish you both a
loving and lifelong relationship. I hope you'll never separate."
These were Marcos' sincerest blessings.
"Thank you." Luke graciously accepted his wishes.
A loving and lifelong relationship, never to be separated?
He liked those words.
Luca felt slightly surprised. Why was Luke thanking Marcos?
Was Marcos not the one who should be thanking him?
Luca noticed the satisfied smile on Luke's face, which further puzzled her. However, she did not ask about it. After breakfast, she
instructed Aunt Neile, "Aunt Neile, please bake some cookies for me in the afternoon. Bake them on both sides at 180 degrees
for 20 minutes. Once they cool down, please help me pack them into small packages."
Aunt Neile took note of her instructions.
These were the snacks Luca made for Tommy's outing. Given the time constraints, Luca woke up early today. She softened the
butter according to the recipe, and mixed the softened butter with the rest of the ingredients. Then, she made them into small
cookie shapes.
One by one, the small cookies were placed on a baking tray, ready for the final baking step.
Luca realized that time was running out. Since Aunt Neile volunteered to take on the task, she gladly entrusted her with the job.

She knew the quirks of the oven. As long as Aunt Neile followed her instructions, there would not be any problem.
Luca made several trays of cookies. She would also give some to Lanie and Rainie.
All three children were at Crawford Manor. Luca wanted to treat them equally without favoring Tommy just because of his young
age.
He already received plenty of love. Thus, Luca believed that all three children should be loved equally.
After instructing Aunt Neile, Luca remembered the medicinal soup she had prepared for Wanda, which also required Aunt Neile's
help in simmering it.
Aunt Neile was already familiar with the process when it came to preparing soup.
"Aunt Neile, don't forget to simmer the soup. I'm counting on you," Luca reminded once again.
As Luke watched Luca go through one task after another with Aunt Neile, he felt helpless and a little heartbroken.
Luca was too busy.
Not only did she have to juggle work, take care of the children, and attend to Wanda, but she also had Sarah to consider now.
Even though Wanda's and Sarah's situations were not long-term, Luke still did not want Luca to be so burdened.
However, he also knew that Luca would not give up her work just because she was busy taking care of the children and her
relatives.
If she were the type of person who could be content being a housewife and enjoying a leisurely and refined life every day, she
would have never founded Brilliant Architectural Design in the first place.
Lucas' tireless efforts were only to give herself more confidence when she stood by his side.
Luke knew about it, but he also felt helpless as he realized that he could not do much to help.
It was just like now. He had not even figured out the Island of Despair.
"Luke?" After Luca finished instructing Aunt Neil, she saw Luke standing still at the entrance with a briefcase in his hand,
seemingly lost in thought. She could not help but call out to him.

Luke came back to his senses.
"Let's go to work," said Luke.
"Alright." Luca put on her shoes and left the villa with him. They stood at the entrance, got into different cars, and headed in
different directions to go to work.
On the other hand...
Amur was escorted into the police station by the police officers of X City.
"What did this person do?" another police officer asked.
"He got into a fight. Someone called the police, and he couldn't escape in time, so he was arrested," the officer escorting Amur
replied helplessly.
"That's interesting. This guy got into a fight, but his face isn't even bruised? It's the first time I've seen that.” The other police
officer teased as he took a closer look at Amur, who indeed did not seem injured.
"Yeah, right? He's a skilled fighter. He nearly beat someone to death. The person he fought with is now in the hospital," replied
the escorting officer, feeling speechless. In all their cases, it was the first time he had seen such a fierce fight. "It wasn't a big
scene. Just a two-on-one situation, but both of them ended up in the hospital, and the situation is still unclear."
"Oh, he can really throw punches. But is our police station targeting foreigners now? He's a foreigner, and if this guy doesn't
understand English or our language, we'll have to get an interpreter again.” The police officer thought of the Russian man who
was still detained and felt a headache coming on.
He did not say a word during the interrogation.
If he had not requested a glass of water, they would not have known that he was Russian.
He refused to talk even when they had finally found a Russian interpreter. It was as though he was playing games with them.
"Well, you can relax. This guy understands English, speaks it fluently, and his grammar is even more precise than us locals in A
City. There's no need to hire an interpreter." The officer escorting Amur took out the identification they had found on him. "This is
his passport."

"Oh, that saves us some time." The police officer was surprised. A Russian who could speak English? He managed to beat up
two people and caused them to be in the hospital when it was a two-on-one fight?
Were Russian guys really that tough?
At this moment, Amur spoke in a calm tone, "Officer, as I said, it was self-defense."