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

In the face of the skepticism from the other officers on duty, a shadow of unease clouded Francis' countenance. He was aware
that they had misunderstood. He picked up the memory card and said, "Let's see what's inside this to find out the answer. It’s all
written in the letter. So, put away your filthy thoughts and read the letter before you say anything."
The other police officers gathered around when they heard what he said.
One of them, who wore gloves, held the letter, and the others stood around him, briefly going through the words on the paper
before turning around to look at the woman.
The police officers were all on the same page, their thoughts aligned.
If what the letter said was true, they might have another person to interrogate this time.
Soon, the officers on duty started to take action.
Mandy, who was still unconscious, was immediately taken by an ambulance to the hospital and sent to the detention ward for
examination. Two officers on duty accompanied her and stood guard at the hospital.
Meanwhile, at the police station, after Francis waited for the chief police officer to arrive, he handed him the memory card.
"Is this the evidence?" asked the police chief as he looked at the memory card. Francis had briefly explained the situation to him
while he was on his way to the police station.
"Yes, we haven't checked it yet. We were waiting for you," replied Francis. This matter involved Jack Norman. He dared not to
handle it himself. Hence, he waited for the police chief to return before taking any further action.
The police chief handed the memory card to a young police officer and instructed, "Copy the contents."
"Yes, Sir," replied the young officer before he immediately went to carry out his instructions.
"Brown, let's go and check the surveillance," the police chief said to Francis, pointing at the surveillance room. The area
surrounding the police station was a veritable haven for surveillance equipment, with cameras stationed at every corner.
Someone had dumped a person at the entrance of the police station, and by looking at the surveillance footage, they should be
able to find out who did it.
That was what the police chief thought. Therefore, he led Francis to the police station's surveillance

room.
The moment they asked the officer on duty to pull up the footage, the police chief could not help but frown.
Francis also exclaimed in surprise, "Chief, the other party covered the license plate. Perhaps we can find their final destination if
we follow the surveillance all the way."
The police chief clenched his fist and watched as the black car sped by. He could not help but murmur, "How cunning."
Francis nodded in agreement. He had a feeling that the other party's careful planning might make it difficult for them to track
them.
Although A City was a bustling metropolis, there were still blind spots in surveillance coverage everywhere.
If they drove the car to a blind spot in the surveillance and then switched vehicles or simply left A City, it would be challenging to
track them.
The other party would have taken every possible precaution to avoid investigation.
The police chief patted the officer on duty and said, "Track the vehicle all the way and see where they're headed."
"Yes, Sir," replied the officer on duty.
Just then, the police chief's phone vibrated. He glanced at it and said, "Brown, come with me. Let's go to my office."
"Yes, Chief." Francis reckoned that the contents inside the memory card had already been extracted.
The two of them walked into the police chief's office. The young police officer saw them and respectfully said, "Chief, there are
two audio clips in the memory card, and they've been copied to your computer."
"Good. We'll hand the memory card over to the judicial department and let them see if they can find any useful evidence," said
the police chief. The evidence he was talking about was referring to something like fingerprints.
"Yes, Sir!" The young police officer saluted and left the police chief's office.
The police chief sat in his office chair and saw the two audio clips. He felt a slight nervousness as this case was related to the
Norman family. They were the victims, so there were many people paying attention to it.

"Chief, let's listen to the clips and find out what really happened. If there are other people involved, we need to take action in the
morning." Francis understood the police chief's concerns.
"Alright." The police chief nodded and played the recordings.
The two audio clips were not long, but the conversations were quite captivating.
The conversation in one of the clips was in a foreign language. Thus, the police chief opened a translating software on his
computer and furrowed his brows after translating the audio.
"Brown, did you find the name Leia familiar?"
"Yes... Mr. Norman's adopted daughter is named Leia Norman," Francis recalled. When they went to the hospital to take
statements, the officer in charge looked helpless and said that Leia had been uncooperative throughout the process.
Leia seemed terrified. She spoke incoherently, and they could not get any useful information from her.
"Things are getting complicated. We need to inform Mr. Norman and confirm Leia's identity before arresting anyone in the
morning." This gave the police chief a headache. If Leia was also one of the masterminds behind this, it would be a classic case
of biting the hand that fed you.
Jack and Queenie raised Leia wholeheartedly, yet this was how she treated them...
She was even more ruthless and cold-blooded than a venomous snake!
"Yes, Sir!" Francis received the chief's instructions and knew what to do. He could not help but wonder how Leia had managed to
surprise them like this.
Jack and his wife could not have done anything to deserve such treatment from Leia, right? Those who could treat their adoptive
parents this way were either not biologically related to them or did not have a close relationship with them.
After leaving the police chief's office, Francis began preparing some documents. Once Leia's identity was confirmed, they would
be ready to take action during daylight.
The police station immediately became a bustling place with everyone busy with their work. Many of the officers on duty had little
time to rest as they sprang into action.

This matter had not yet alarmed Jack and the others, nor had it caught the attention of the news media.
Dawn slowly broke.
At Norman Residence, Surabaya sat up on the sofa and glanced at the phone beside her. There was an unread message.
She opened it and saw that it was a message from Anita, informing her that she had delivered the audio files related to Mandy to
the police station.
Surabaya smiled lazily. After spending so many days at Norman Residence, things were finally being resolved.
She glanced at the doorway to Leia's bedroom. Leia had continued to cause a ruckus for the past few days, but no one paid her
any attention.
Leia seemed to have endless energy. She woke up every day and started cursing people. Surabaya estimated that Leia's
physical condition was not as weak as she portrayed it. Otherwise, how could she still have so much energy after being confined
for so many days?
Surabaya quickly freshened herself up in the bathroom upstairs. She was in a great mood. If nothing unexpected happened, her
work here would be done today, and she could go back.
She would not have to listen to Leia's tumultuous cursing anymore. She even felt that the world would appear exquisitely
beautiful in the embrace of serenity.
After that, Surabaya returned to her original spot, where she sat still and stared at the watch on her wrist, silently counting down
the time.
"Ten, nine... two, one."
As soon as the time was up, a loud thud came from inside as Leia forcefully kicked the door.
For the past few days, the first thing Leia did after waking up was kick the door and vent her dissatisfaction. It was only after she
was completely awake would she start cursing people.
Surabaya was very familiar with her behavior and actions. After all, Leia had been like this for some time now, as if it was an
ingrained habit developed over the years.