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

Luca pushed the door open and smiled as she looked at Tommy, who had knocked on the door. "Yes?"
"Ms. Luca, I can't sleep. Can you read a bedtime story for me?" asked Tommy as he lifted his head. He had too much fun during
the daytime, and the fascinating marine show during the evening made him too wound up to fall asleep.
However, his usual bedtime routine reminded him that it was time to sleep. Otherwise, he would feel tired at school tomorrow.
After giving it some thought, Tommy went to find Luca, hoping that she could read him a bedtime story with her gentle voice. It
could help him sleep peacefully.
Luca nodded and agreed. She glanced back at Luke, who was sitting on the bed with a face brimming with unfulfilled desires.
She said, "Let me read a bedtime story for him first."
Luke slowly nodded. His expression was still gloomy, but he had no choice as it was his son's request.
After all, it was just a bedtime story. He could wait for her.
Luca smiled, held Tommy's hand, and walked toward his bedroom.
Once they entered his bedroom, she picked a new book and began reading.
Luca slowly narrated the story with her gentle voice. Tommy's excited mood gradually calmed, and his eyes were closing.
Half an hour later, Luca closed the book. As she listened to the rhythmic sound of the child's breathing, she tucked him in. Then,
she rose to her feet and closed the door behind her.
Luca did not return to the master bedroom immediately. Instead, she went into Lanie and Rainie's bedroom to check on them.
When she saw them asleep, she walked back to the master bedroom, feeling relieved.
Luke leaned against the bedside, reading his book. Half an hour had gone by, and he seemed to be in a better mood. Still, when
Luca met his dark eyes, she knew that there was no way she could avoid him tonight.
"Are they asleep?" Luke stood up and walked toward Luca, wrapping his arms around her slender waist.
"Yes. They're asleep," answered Luca.

As the night deepened, a profound darkness settled in. The very air in the bedroom seemed to be gradually infused with a
whisper of romantic intimacy....
On the other hand, the private hospital was surrounded by a swarm of reporters. If an ambulance were to come out from inside,
a convoy of reporters' vehicles would surely follow.
Inside the hospital's director's office, Karen stood there with a cold expression on her face. "What kind of mess have you made?
This won't work, and that won't work either. What do we need to do to get my son out of here?"
The director rushed to the hospital when he received the news. The hospital's management team, who were aware of the
situation, were all present. They knew that they needed to get Pierre out of the hospital. However, every proposed plan had been
rejected.
Even the plan of attempting to use an ambulance to draw the reporters' attention could not work, as it would certainly be
discovered by the reporters. They definitely could not take a normal car.
Therefore, half an hour had passed since the news broke out, and Pierre was still in the hospital ward, unable to be transported.
The director felt helpless when he heard Karen questioning him. If he was not mistaken, the police would arrive soon.
If the police found Pierre in the hospital, the hospital would also be in trouble.
After all, Pierre's identity was sensitive at the moment. Even though he was not yet convicted, he remained a suspect in an
economic crime.
The hospital would be suspected of hiding information and harboring a suspect of economic crimes.
"Madam Mallory, don't worry. We're trying to to find a solution," answered the director as he massaged his throbbing temples.
He had the tenacious Karen on one side, and on the other, the media and the cops.
Suddenly, he stood up and declared, "In any case, we must get Mr. Pierre out of here."
After Pierre's condition stabilized, the hospital director suggested that he be discharged and sent back to the Mallory manor for
recuperation. However, the Mallory family was reluctant to do so, believing that staying in the hospital would lead to a better
recovery for Pierre.
Unable to withstand the Mallory family's influence, he had no choice but to agree.

Now, the Mallory family was pressuring him again to find a solution. He felt overwhelmed, unable to come up with a good plan.
The management team of the hospital exchanged uneasy glances with each other. They were at a loss too. Using a normal car
to transport him was out of the question, and an ambulance would not work either. The number of reporters outside was greater
than the number of ambulances they had...
A helicopter was also not an option. Even though it could get Pierre out, it would draw too much attention. The police would
investigate later. If they found anything, the hospital would be in trouble.
"Director, Madam Mallory, maybe we should hide Mr. Pierre somewhere else," suggested one of the personnel in the
management team.
The police were about to arrive. They would search the hospital. If the hospital firmly denied it, the police would not be able to
find him. If they could not find him, all of them would be safe.
"Where?" asked Karen
The person who proposed the idea pondered for a moment. Then, he cautiously said, "Nowhere is safe to hide. The police will
conduct a thorough search. The safest place might be the morgue."
"No way!" Karen immediately opposed it when she heard him mentioning the morgue. "That's where bodies are stored. Are you
trying to jinx my son?"
Leaving Pierre in a place full of corpses was not just something she disagreed with. Even Pierre would be unwilling.
"But that's the least likely place for the police to search now," the man argued. He thought Pierre pretending to be a dead body
there might be safer for him.
After all, the police would not search that thoroughly in the morgue.
"Or..."
The director thought this suggestion made sense and was about to persuade Karen when a voice of opposition rang out, "No
way."
Karen turned around to see Percy standing at the doorway with a gloomy expression on his face. "How did you get in here?!"

With all the reporters outside, Percy being here would only confirm Pierre's presence here.
"I disguised myself. The reporters didn't know it was me," replied Percy. He had expected this. Not only did he not drive his own
car, but he also went the extra mile to disguise himself.
That was why the reporters did not recognize him as Percy Mallory.
"You're not taking Pierre's life seriously by doing this," Karen disregarded what he said and accused him.
Percy seemed to ignore what Karen said. He walked toward the hospital director and said, "We can't hide him in the morgue.
The police haven't arrived yet, but they're probably preparing a search warrant."
Once the search warrant was issued, even the morgue filled with bodies would be meticulously checked.
It was not that the police were targeting the Mallory family, but Pierre had escaped for a while now, and they were growing
impatient. Moreover, with the ongoing media coverage, this incident would further infuriate the public. It would lead to increased
police efforts.
If Percy guessed it correctly, there were undercover officers among the reporters outside.
As Percy said that, the hospital director and a few management personnel looked troubled at the same time.
In that case, it would be difficult to hide Pierre. No matter where they placed him, the police would likely find him.
After all, this was a hospital, not a private space with secret rooms that outsiders were unaware of.
"So, what shall we do?" The director ran out of ideas. Hence, he could only look at Pierre
He could not afford to offend the Mallory family.
As for the police, he could not afford to get on their bad side either. If public opinion got skewed against them, would the hospital
still be able to treat patients?
In order to provide superior service to the wealthy, they hired professional doctors and nurses, which led to significant monthly
expenses in terms of salaries. If this situation blew up, they would lose many patients, and the hospital would soon struggle to
make ends meet...