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

Chapter 632 Her Caring Attitude
When Leia saw Allison, she thought that Allison was there to see her and there was a burst of joy in her heart.
She opened the door and welcomed Allison warmly. "Aunt Allison, why are you here?"
Allison used to have a good impression of Leia. After all, she was not only sweet but always brought all kinds of luxuries for her
every time she went to see her. However, since the video of her seducing Dr. Hoover was leaked out, her fondness for this
woman was gone.
After such an accident, she felt that Leia was no longer worthy of her son.
Allison walked in and smiled nonchalantly when faced with the overly enthusiastic Leia. "Leia, where's your mother? Is she
home?" "My mother is suffering from a neck injury and is resting in her room. Is there anything that I can help you with?" Leia
told Allison the truth.
She knew that Allison had a bad relationship with her mother and the two had not been in contact for many years. Why would
Allison want to see her mother now?
Allison did not seem like she was here to visit her mother as she did not bring any gift baskets.
This was the first time Allison has come to the Normans' residence. She was taking a look around.
The Normans' residence was luxurious but not tacky.
There were gorgeous crystal chandeliers, 18th-century Western-European court-style carpets, exquisite sculptures, romantic
flower arrangements, and an expensive-looking pure white piano in the corner.
The layout of this home was to Queenie's taste.
There were several beautiful ancient ink landscape paintings hanging on the wall. Allison could tell at a glance that they had
been done by Queenie.
Allison curled her lips and shifted her gaze.
She had always thought that Queenie was pretentious.

In her eyes, women should only care about their beauty and take good care of themselves. Writing and drawing were nothing but
hobbies.
Leia did not know Allison's intentions. She took a brand new pair of guest slippers for Allison and handed them to her. "Aunt,
these slippers were newly bought by the nanny. You can change into them."
Allison's thoughts were interrupted.
She recalled that Leia had mentioned Queenie's neck injury. When she changed into the slippers, she could not help but raise
her gaze to look at her. "What's wrong with your mother? Why is her neck injured?"
Leia briefly told Allison about what had happened at the fashion fair.
Allison snorted. It was unsure whether she was taking pleasure in Queenie’s misfortune or if it was just a random sound.
After she changed into the slippers, she followed Leia to Queenie's bedroom.
On the second floor, Leia knocked on the door of the room a few times before asking politely, "Dad, Aunt Allison has come to
visit Mom. Is it convenient for us to come in now?" "Come in." Jack's calm and powerful voice came from the other side of the
door.
Hearing the familiar voice, Allison's heart skipped a beat.
When the door opened, Jack's majestic face was revealed.
The moment Allison saw Jack, her heart throbbed a little faster.
Years went by and Jack was nearly 50 years old now. However, he was still as handsome as ever. His sharp eyes and tightly
pressed thin lips highlighted his majestic aura. Women used to be obsessed with him, and she had been one of them when she
was young.
Time had not left a trace on Jack's body.
After years of being involved in politics, he had become even more attractive.
Jack nodded slightly at Allison and said nothing as he returned to Queenie's side.
Queenie saw Allison and called out to her in a surprised tone, "Allison, why are you here?"

When she saw Jack holding Queenie's hand, Allison's attitude turned to rage. The flame of jealousy in her heart raged when she
thought of Zachary's indifferent attitude toward her.
She took a deep breath, slowly walked to Queenie's bed, and saw the bandage around her neck. She pretended to be
concerned. "I heard that your neck was injured, so I came by to check on you. Queen, how could you be so careless? You
should bring more bodyguards with you when you go out."
Queenie was stunned. Since losing contact with Allison, she had rarely heard Allison talk to her in this tone. In a daze, she zoned
out and thought of the time when she was a young girl. When they were kids, Allison had often followed her and talked to her in
a gentle tone just like now.
Queenie looked at Allison and said, "I'm fine. It's just a minor injury."
Allison's hand squeezed her bag tightly as she reminded herself of why she was visiting.
After hesitating for a moment, she still could not help but say, "Queen, I came here today to talk to you alone. Mr. Norman, can
you please give me and Queen some privacy? I won't take too much of your time."
Mr. Norman glanced at Allison. He was surprised, but when he saw Queenie nod at him, he calmed down and said to his wife,
"I'll be in the living room downstairs. Call out to me if you need me." "Okay." Queenie nodded.
For some reason, Leia's right eye twitched a little. Her sixth sense told her that Allison had bad intentions against her mother.
Leia wanted to stay with her mother but Queenie said to her, "Leia, go downstairs with your dad. I bought some new tea and
placed it in the cabinet in the study. Go and help your dad brew some tea." "Okay, Mom." Although she was reluctant, Leia
obeyed Queenie's instructions.
In the bedroom, Queenie and Allison sat side by side.
Queenie saw Allison hesitating so she laid it out on the table. "Allison, why are you really here? With our current relationship, I
didn’t think you would bother."
Although Queenie's face was pale and she looked weak, her soft and shrewd eyes stared straight at Allison, seeing right through
her.

Allison did not bother to keep pretending. She replied, "Of course. Why would I? To be honest, going shopping or to the spa with
my friends is more fun than visiting you. Queenie, be honest, did you get Mr. Norman to do something to my son’s company?
The projects under his group are put on hold due to a lack of capital."
Queenie did not deny it and replied, "Yes, it was Jack's and my doing."
Allison snorted and sat down on the chair in front of Queenie. She said cunningly, "If I tell you the whereabouts of your biological
daughter, can you get Mr. Norman to stop?"