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

The hospital director wore a gloomy expression as he followed behind the police officers.
The technician led them to the floor of the VIP wards, drawing the attention of many as they passed by the wards.
When they reached the door of Pierre's ward, the technician turned to the police and said, "This is the ward he was registered
in."
"Open the door," instructed one of the police officers with a cold and unfriendly look on his face.
Ever since Pierre had gone on the run and disappeared, they had put in a lot of effort to find him. However, they had not found
any leads. Their superiors had become increasingly dissatisfied with their efficiency. They had handed down the task documents
numerous times both openly and behind the scenes.
Still, Pierre was nowhere to be found.
They would not have found their way here if it were not for an anonymous tip-off email!
The technician immediately pushed the door open when he heard that.
The police officers entered the ward. The lead officer glanced at the man lying on the hospital bed. After a quick comparison with
a photo of Pierre, he said, "It's him. Take him into custody."
Pierre had a grim expression as he looked at the police officers who stood in the spacious ward. He knew what was going on
without having to ask.
However, he was unaware of the anonymous tip-off email. Neither Old Master Mallory nor Karen had informed him.
"I'm a patient now. Where are you taking me?" Pierre did not struggle because of the cast on his leg. He realized it would be
futile.
As he watched the police officers approach him with a handcuff, his eyes darkened, but there was nothing he could do at this
moment.
"We have our own detention ward at the police station, Mr. Pierre. You are suspected of illegal financing and bribery. Please
cooperate with our investigation," said the police officers. They intended to handcuff Pierre, but noticing the IV drip on his arm,
they turned around to look at the hospital director. He was at the back of the group. "Could you please come and remove the
needle?"

The hospital director was being watched by the police officers. He had no choice but to step forward. He removed the needle in
front of everyone and under Pierre's cold stare.
After pressing the spot for a few seconds, he let go and stepped back. "Take him away," said the police officers.
A few of them helped Pierre out of bed and got him onto a wheelchair. Even though Pierre's legs were injured, they securely
fastened his hands to the wheelchair as a precaution.
The cold handcuffs touched the skin of Pierre's wrists. His face grew even darker.
A police officer began pushing the wheelchair.
Sunny, who was holding a bottle of saline solution in her hands, was slightly surprised when she saw the scene. She instinctively
turned to the hospital director and said, “Sir."
The hospital director shook his head and said, "It's none of your business. Go back to work."
Sunny felt an inexplicable thrill when she saw Pierre being handcuffed. She could actually witness this scene!
Honestly, she hoped more than anyone that Pierre would face the consequences of the law. If it were not for the fact that the
hospital's director was her relative, she would have reported him secretly.
Unexpectedly, fate had its way. Someone discovered that Pierre was right here in this hospital even though Sunny did not report
it.
Sunny stood there, thinking about the harassment she had endured from Pierre's gaze over the past few days. She stared
intently at his handcuffs, secretly hoping they would stay on for a long time.
With Pierre being arrested by the police, she would no longer have to work night shifts every day and endure his advances...
Sunny's heart leaped with joy, and she secretly exclaimed, 'That's awesome!'
Sunny was secretly rejoicing in her heart when Pierre got arrested, while the hospital director wore a troubled expression. Even
though Pierre said that a doctor would take the blame for all the charges, the hospital director could not help but feel uneasy.
What if the doctor changed his mind...?
What if this whole thing was not handled properly? It could have a really negative impact on the hospital.

As the hospital director watched the police escort Pierre away, he thought that it seemed like he would not be leaving the office
anytime soon. He would have to summon the PR department staff for a meeting.
When they reached the first floor in the elevator, Pierre suddenly said, "I'd like my face covered."
The two police officers exchanged glances with each other. They were initially going to explain that their police car was parked in
the underground lot and that reporters would not catch anything. Eventually, they did not say anything and placed a hood over
his head.
Pierre was taken straight to the detention ward in Central Hospital. The orthopedic doctor on duty received the medical records
transferred by the police and examined Pierre. After checking on him and learning that Pierre was fine, the police placed him in
the detention ward.
"I'd like to see my lawyer," said Pierre as soon as the orthopedic doctor left.
It was unlikely that the Mallory family did not know the police were looking for him, but they had not taken any action at the
moment. He needed to consult a lawyer to understand what was going on.
"It's too late now. Get some rest. We can arrange for a lawyer tomorrow," replied the police officer, refusing to interrogate Pierre
at this hour.
Pierre's face darkened.
After a while, a nurse entered with a tray and said to the police officer, "Dr. Fields prescribed this saline solution. I need to give it
to the patient now."
Dr. Fields was the orthopedic doctor on duty who had examined Pierre earlier.
"Okay," replied the police officer who sat in a chair nearby, watching the nurse give Pierre the injection.
Other than confirming Pierre's name, the nurse did not engage in any further conversation.
After that, she said, "Remember to press the call button if you run out of IV fluid later."
She said this to the guarding police officer. The detention ward did not have nursing staff. Thus, all matters fell under the
responsibility of the officer on duty.
"Okay." The police officer nodded.

After the nurse left, Pierre shifted slightly to find a more comfortable position. Then, he looked up at the liquid slowly entering his
body through the bottle. His eyes deepened.
Finally, he looked at the police officer sitting there.
Even though there were no other people there, the police officer sat upright, his gaze locked onto Pierre's eyes with unwavering
determination.
Pierre remained silent, and so did the police officer.
They continued to look at each other, sizing each other up. In the end, Pierre broke the silence with a question, "How did you
guys know I was in that hospital?"
He was eager to know who the hell ratted him out.
The police officer remained silent.
Pierre added, "Cat got your tongue?"
"Mr. Pierre, if you have something to say, let's wait until tomorrow." The police officer had no intention of revealing their
investigative process to him.
His superiors had told him that Pierre was not an easy person to deal with. He had to be cautious and meticulous in his mission.
The police officer even thought that if it were not for Pierre's broken leg, they might not have successfully arrested him this time.
Pierre rolled his eyes. He decided to lay flat and not say anything more.
A night passed.
After Old Master Mallory woke up, he first glanced at the newspaper.
As he expected, last night's police operation to arrest Pierre had made headlines.
Old Master Mallory wore a cold expression on his face. Although the photos used by the journalists did not capture Pierre's
figure, police officers were seen at the hospital's entrance. The departure of police cars was also captured. These photos were
prominently displayed in the newspapers.

Mr. Bennet also knew about it. He carefully handed a cup of tea to Old Master Mallory when he noticed his gloomy expression.
The old master had learned about the situation last night, but it was not convenient for the Mallory family to intervene at this time.
They had to clean up Pierre's situation well. Therefore, the old master
took some sleeping pills and went to sleep last night.