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

Ethan frowned in dissatisfaction when he heard how long it would take. "That's too long."
The interpreter listened to their conversation and said, "Yes, the train would be much faster."
"Do I look like someone who would take the train?" Ethan raised his eyebrows. If the assistant had not forgotten to book the
ticket, he would have been sitting in the first-class cabin on the plane.
Airplanes, luxury cars, and cruise ships were his only means of travel. Nothing else.
The interpreter was silenced by his words.
The trains in Russia were nowhere as fast as the ones in A City. One would have to check in for the flight two hours in advance if
one was going to B City, but one would only have to arrive at the rail station 30 minutes in advance.
Plus, getting from A City to B City on the train only took an hour or so.
Ethan opened his laptop and looked at the documents the interpreter had translated at the police station.
He did not dare be careless about Matysh's case, so he read it several times over, but he still could not think of how to win this
lawsuit and protect Matysh.
He was even more curious about how Shandra would help Matysh deal with this lawsuit.
Ethan watched the car in front in silence.
It was the weekend, and there were many people out and about, so there was quite some traffic. By the time they reached B
City, it was already three hours later.
Shandra's driver parked the car in front of a residential building.
Ethan saw Shandra getting out of the car, so he followed her and went up to her. "Ms. Cullen, is this it?"
Shandra glanced at the navigation map on her phone, and it showed the residential building in front of her. "This is it."
Ethan could not help but click his tongue as he commented, "They said that this country was impoverished and underdeveloped.
I didn't notice that when I was in A City, but I didn't think that every other place other than A City was actually this run-down."

The residential building in front of them was time-worn, and the cement on the walls was peeling off everywhere, revealing the
red bricks inside. After weathering, the red bricks were graying too.
Listening to his arrogant tone, Shandra rolled her eyes. "Mr. Ethan, do you know how much the building in front of you is worth?"
“How much could such a run-down building be worth?" Ethan's voice was full of disgust.
An old building like this that could not even compare to an estate in Russia would surely be worth nothing.
"The land of this residential building alone must be worth over a million dollars," Shandra guessed. The building may be run-
down, but the owner of it could even be a multi-millionaire.
Although the economy of B City was not as good as that of A City, it was still developed, and every inch of land was costly. This
residential building may be shabby, but the wealth and power of its owner should not be underestimated.
Usually, people who owned residential buildings like these would not just have one. This building was not completely dilapidated,
so it could still be rented out. Relying on the rental income alone would not be an issue at all.
It was not like they lived here, so there was no need to rebuild it.
Ethan clicked his tongue and frowned. He did not expect that the land alone would cost that much. If B City's land price was so
high, this place must not be as poor as he thought it was.
The houses were this run-down everywhere.
Ethan glanced at the concrete floor under his feet that were full of holes, and he puckered his lips in contempt.
"Yvette, go and ring the doorbell of 601." Shandra glanced at the documents. The mother of the girl who committed suicide lived
in Unit 601.
She must not have much money to choose to live here.
If she had money, she would not have chosen to live in such a remote place.
Shandra looked at the row of doorbells as her assistant, Yvette, walked over to ring the correct one. She was reminded that
Matysh and that unscrupulous boss did not even give this family a single penny so that they could wash off their crimes. They
even framed the breadwinner of the house. In the end, he could not take it anymore, so he committed suicide.

She closed the file with disgust.
Although she had to defend her client with everything she could as a lawyer, this case still aroused resentment in Shandra.
Yvette pressed the doorbell and waited for a few seconds before pressing it again, but no one answered.
"Ms. Cullen, no one's answering the door." Yvette looked back at Shandra.
"Did you contact her last night?" Shandra asked, but she knew that Yvette had a sense of responsibility and would do what she
was told.
Yvette nodded. "I did, and she said that she'd be home today."
She said she would be at home, but nobody opened the door for them.
Yvette called her again, but nobody answered after ten or so rings.
After a while, a middle-aged woman came to open the door. She noticed that there were a few foreign people outside, so she
held the key in her hand and looked at them vigilantly with curious eyes.
"Ma'am, can you help us find the resident of Unit 601?" Yvette struck up a conversation with her.
"Unit 601? Who are you?" The middle-aged woman was still vigilant.
“Oh, we're lawyers. We're here to find the residents of Unit 601 to ask some questions." Yvette quickly handed over her business
card. Law and order in these remote places were quite chaotic, so she understood the woman's wariness.
The middle-aged woman glanced at the business card and immediately understood. "You're here for her daughter's case, right?"
"Yes, you're right." Yvette nodded.
The middle-aged woman sighed and said, "She's quite pitiful. Her daughter and husband are gone. Although they said that her
husband committed suicide by jumping off a building, I think it was that foreigner and the boss who were to blame. You're
lawyers. Can you prosecute them?"
The rape case garnered a lot of attention here.

They even thought that the girl's father committed suicide because he could not stand the slander, and this tragedy was because
of that unscrupulous boss.
Shandra's expression was twisted, and her neck was stiff. She wanted to nod at the woman's question, but she was on Matysh's
side, so she could bring herself to do so.
The interpreter froze too.
He dared not interpret what the middle-aged woman said to Ethan, lest he got angry.
"Why did you stop?" Ethan looked at the interpreter suspiciously. He could not understand their language.
"I'm done interpreting, Mr. Ethan," the interpreter said through gritted teeth. Ethan had always stood up for Matysh, so he was
afraid that interpreting what the middle-aged lady said would trigger him.
Ethan frowned in disbelief.
Yvette realized that something was wrong, so she immediately stepped forward to continue the topic on the resident in Unit 601.
"Ma'am, we came here today to ask her some questions. Can you pass on the message for us?"
They were not allowed to go up without the consent of the host family.
At this moment, the middle-aged woman suddenly remembered something and said, "Oh, Lisa. She's not home now. I saw her at
the little milk tea shop on the corner of the street. She seemed to be talking to someone. She was also wearing a suit like you all.
Why don't you go over and look for her there?"
Yvette looked at Shandra.
"Let's go." Shandra decided immediately.