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

Chapter 634 I Want To See Her Right Now...
Hearing the noise, Leia hurried into the room.
She saw Queenie falling to the ground in dismay and hitting her head on the bedside table.
Some blood oozed from her mother's fair forehead. It looked like she had been hit hard.
"Mom!" Leia quickly put the tray on the table nearby and carefully helped her mother up from the carpet. She said worriedly,
"You're still very weak and can't get out of bed at all. What are you doing out of bed?"
Queenie's head was buzzing from the impact, and for a moment, her mind went blank.
However, after a few seconds of dizziness, her consciousness gradually became clear.
Thinking of what Allison had just said, she struggled to hold on to Leia's body while forcing herself up. She pushed her daughter
to the door. "Leia, go stop Aunt Allison. Ask her not to leave first. I have so much to ask her..."
Leia was naturally reluctant.
She took Queenie's arm and said with concern, "Mom, she's gone.
Whatever you need to talk to her about can wait until you've recovered, okay? You’re in a bad state and need a good rest." "No, I
must talk to her now." Queenie was also a very stubborn person.
She obstinately pushed her daughter away and went downstairs without wearing her slippers.
Queenie had just reached the spiral carved staircase when she saw Jack coming up.
Jack saw his frail wife standing on the marble floor with bare feet, and the man's stern but handsome face darkened.
He strode up to Queenie and picked her up around the waist. He could not help chiding, "Queen, why did you come downstairs?
Don't you care about your health?"
Queenie put her arms around Jack's neck. Seemingly half-crying and halflaughing, she frantically said to him, "Jack, you know
what? I’ve found out where our daughter is."
Jack was stunned for a moment. His dignified expression crumbled instantly.

However, seeing his wife's pale, colorless face, he gave her a reproachful glance. "You can’t take your health so lightly even if
you’ve found out where she is. Have a good rest. We'll talk about our daughter when you feel better."
Queenie leaned into Jack's chest with a happy, jubilant smile on her face. Her eyes crinkled and she spoke coquettishly to her
husband, which was a rare act. "Jack, don't you want to know who our daughter is? I want to see her right now..."
Jack looked at Queenie and gave a low sigh. He carried his wife to the bedroom. "I'll be overjoyed if we do manage to find our
daughter, but you still matter the most to me. We’ve already found out where she is anyway. She won't disappear in the
meantime, so what’s the rush? Besides, you're the one who's going to accompany me all my life, not our daughter. Queen, take
good care of yourself for me." "Okay..." Smiling, Queenie closed her eyes with relief.
She was lucky to have a husband who loved her so much and to have found her biological daughter in her remaining years.
The married couple was immersed in a world with only the two of them and did not notice the disappointment, contorted, and
sinister expression on Leia's face. They had completely ignored her...
Bianca was at work when she received Kirby's emergency call.
Learning that something had happened to her aunt, she hurriedly asked Tom for a day off and informed Luke about it before
hurrying to the hospital.
She hated going to the hospital.
The environment there was very depressing, and the smell of disinfectant in the rooms made people uncomfortable.
However, the person in the hospital was her aunt.
Although they were not related by blood, they were as close as if they were biological aunt and niece. She did not want anything
to happen to her aunt.
When Bianca arrived at the hospital, a group of people was praying on the verdant lawn.
The priest, dressed in a loose black robe, was surrounded by a group of family members.
They looked mournful and solemn under the sun.
The cross on the priest's chest shone brightly in the sun, and his voice was compassionate and soft but still held power.
"Almighty and merciful Lord, you are the source of life. Bless the sick with hope and faith to face the tribulations of their illness.

Give them strength to endure their suffering..."
Bianca thought about what Dr. Lake had said about her aunt's health and listened to the priest's prayer. Suddenly, she felt the
urge to cry.
Her grandfather only had one immediate relative left. She would not let anything happen to her aunt no matter what.
Ward.
The ward was spacious and bright. As it was a private high-class hospital, the service and facilities here were naturally the best.
The warm sun shone through the window and onto the hospital bed, making the whole space look bright and transparent but a
little bit dazzling.
When Bianca entered the ward, Kirby, who was wearing a white coat, was lecturing Wanda about something.
However, Wanda was not cooperating. She was extremely stubborn and ignored what Kirby was saying, leaving her frustrated.
"Aunt Wanda..." Bianca cried out softly.
She could not believe it. It had only been two months since she last saw her aunt but she seemed a different person.
Her aunt had always been bright and stunning, but now, she looked depressed and haggard. She looked as if she had aged ten
years.
Kirby waved to Bianca and said with a sigh, "Bianca, you're here. Hurry and persuade your aunt. Her body can't afford the delay.
She must proceed with the operation. Otherwise, the tumor in her body will only worsen quicker and threaten her life. We had an
agreement where she'd obediently proceed with the operation like I said after she got back from Japan. But she still refuses to
have the operation after getting back. I can't persuade her no matter what... Just ring the bedside bell if anything happens and I'll
come straight over."
Bianca said gratefully, "Got it. Thank you, Dr. Lake." "I'll hand over your aunt to you now." With that, Kirby gave Wanda another
pitiful look before leaving the space to the aunt and niece.
Seeing that Dr. Lake had left the room and that the light in the room was a little harsh, Bianca went to the window and pulled the
curtain a little.

Then, she walked up to Wanda and asked worriedly, "Aunt Wanda, why did you decide to have the operation but are going back
on your word now?"
She knew that her aunt had always valued her appearance and could not accept her perfect body being defective.
However, as her illness would kill her, she had to have the operation no matter how reluctant she was.