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Twins In Her Womb: Sir President Please Be Gentle Chapter 3101-However, since the alarm had not been turned off, it meant that the surveillance cameras had not been turned off either. Perhaps the scene was captured.

Feeling dejected, Gerald returned to the ward.

When Stan heard the sound of the door being pushed open, he called out anxiously, "Gerald! Gerald, come here."

Gerald walked over. "What's the matter, Uncle?"

"Is it really summer now? Did I really lose my memory? What on earth is going on? Wasn't I living well in the old mansion? How did I end up with amnesia?"

Stan could not understand.

Gerald could not understand either. He could only patiently answer his questions, "You hit your head.

That's why you lost your memory. But the doctor said it's only temporary. Don't worry, it'll get better."

"What exactly is going on…" Stan felt a blank in his mind. The feeling of missing a chunk of memory was very uncomfortable for him.

"What did I do? Why did I lose my memory?" Stan wondered.

Gerald remembered what the doctor said and added, "Oh right, Uncle, when the doctor was examining you earlier, he found a blood vessel tumor in your brain.

"It’s this tumor that caused you to fall, but even so, there were other people in the old mansion at that time. Maybe someone intentionally hurt you."

Then, he glanced at Luke with a meaningful look.

"Someone hurt me?" Stan looked puzzled, suddenly feeling a headache. He held his head and said, "My head hurts."

"Let the doctor give you a painkiller injection,” suggested Luca. She pressed the call button and told the nurse, "The patient is complaining of a headache. Can you ask the doctor if he can prescribe a painkiller injection or tablets?"

"Okay, please wait a moment," replied the nurse from the other end of the line.

Gerald's eyes were locked on Luke. He seemed to be saying, 'I know you're the culprit.' Luke could not be bothered by it. He sat there, waiting for Gerald's relatives and Gale to arrive.

He now felt uncomfortable.

It was because he had some intimate contact with Stan earlier, and he had not had time to take a shower before comim to the hosnital Luke just wanted to finish things here quickly and go back to take a shower.

Apart from Luca and the children's scent, Luke did not like having someone else's scent on him.

Luca noticed Luke's gentle sniffing of his own clothes and reassured him in a soft voice, "Just bear with it for now. We'll go home once this is settled."

"Okay." Luke's gaze was cold. He did not say another word.

In this situation, all he could do was endure it and wait for Gale to bring the surveillance footage so that he could completely clear himself of the situation with Stan.

Gerald watched the intimate interaction between the two with great displeasure.

However, he could not vent his anger.

He knew Luca was from the Island of Despair. Even though she was a woman, he was not foolish enough to confront her head-on.

Gerald might not be able to win against those who had undergone professional training on the Island of Despair, even if they were children—let alone a woman.

After a while, the nurse came in with a painkiller injection. After confirming Stan's name, she efficiently administered the injection.

"The pain relief from the injection will take a while to kick in. Don't worry, just stay calm and wait quietly. Also, family members need to stay vigilant.

"If the patient falls asleep, they should be woken up every hour to ensure they're fully awake," said the nurse.

Gerald, who was rough around the edges, did not understand the significance of this. "Why do that? Isn't that like torturing the patient? Also, the doctor just said to let the patient rest well.

"What you're saying is completely different. What's up with you?"

The nurse rolled her eyes. She detested dealing with such family members.

"The instructions I'm giving are what the doctor asked me to convey. And this isn't about torturing the patient.

"It's because the patient hit his head, and there might be complications like brain hemorrhage, which may not show up immediately. By doing this, we can provide timely and appropriate treatment if any complications arise. Do you understand?"

She was a nurse. She was not as skilled in medicine as doctors, but that did not mean she would randomly issue instructions to patients' families.

Some doctors might overlook certain details. To save themselves the trouble, they would pass certain tasks to the nurses when they remembered.

Some patients would listen to the messages conveyed, but some would doubt the professionalism of the nurses.

Actually, there was nothing to doubt. Nurses would not speak without reason. If there were any instructions for the patient, they had to be doctor's orders. It had nothing to do with the nurses.

"Oh, okay." Gerald realized he had upset the nurse and remembered what others had said about not offending doctors and nurses while a family member was hospitalized.

Otherwise, it would be the patient who would suffer. He could only awkwardly stop talking.

A few minutes later, as the painkiller took effect, Stan's groans gradually died down. He looked at Gerald ana saia, Gerald, tell me about my Illness. What s going on?

"Uncle, I'm not a doctor. Ask the doctor during rounds tomorrow," replied Gerald.

He suddenly remembered that he had not asked the doctor in detail about Stan's illness before. That was why when Stan asked him now, he did not know what to say.

Stan blinked his eyes and asked again, "Is this cancer? Do I have cancer? Am I going to die?"

"No, Uncle, the doctor didn't say that. Don't let your imagination run wild,"

replied Gerald. Suddenly, he remembered the blood vessel tumor in Stan's brain. Was it not a tumor? If it was a brain tumor, then it was a type of cancer, right?

Their level of education was not high. That was why when they heard the word tumor, they would associate it with cancer. Luca saw the expression on Gerald’s face changing and knew what was going on.

"A brain vascular tumor isn't cancer. It's an abnormal dilation of blood vessels.

The most severe brain vascular tumors can rupture and cause brain hemorrhage.

"If not rescued in time, it can be life-threatening. This isn't cancer, Mr. Muller.

Don’t worry," explained Luca.

Stan could not afford to be frightened now. That was why Luca gave an explanation.

Otherwise, it might scare him out of his wits and the doctors would have to save him again…

When Stan heard this, his complexion eased slightly. He looked hard at where Luca and Luke were sitting. "So, I'm really okay?"

"Well, we can't exactly say you're completely fine. If the brain vascular tumor is treated conservatively, you'll need regular check-ups. If surgery is performed, it can be removed.

"But due to the complex brain structure, it's hard to predict what might happen during surgery. Nowadays, brain vascular tumor removal surgeries are quite mature.

"If you feel surgery is necessary, you don't have to worry about it. The doctors will do their best to treat you," Luca explained as thoroughly as possible to Stan.

"So, is it better to have the surgery or not?" Gerald immediately asked since Luca had a lot of medical knowledge.

"It depends on the patient's own choice." Luca did not make the decision for him.

Twins In Her Womb: Sir President Please Be Gentle Chapter 3102-In the long run, it was definitely better to undergo surgery. After all, nobody would want a time bomb in their brain.

Take Sarah, for example. She simply could not afford the surgery. That was why she kept delaying it until her life was in danger.

If it were not for the nurse's call, Sarah's life would have been hanging by a thread.

A significant factor in her being saved was the surgery performed by Dr. Johann.

If it had been another doctor, they might not have been able to save her.

As for Stan, even though his condition seemed stable now, who knew what might happen later?

Even though it was a high-risk surgery, leaving the blood vessel tumor there would pose even greater risks.

Therefore, Luca disagreed with delaying it.

However, she was not related to Stan. Naturally, she would not say such things.

"Gerald, I’d like to undergo surgery," said Stan. He did not think much about it when he heard Luca's words. He just felt surgery was necessary.

He did not want a bomb sitting in his brain for long.

It made him feel unsafe.

"Uncle Stan, you don’t have to decide now. Let's wait until you feel better. We'll consult the doctor again. My parents and Uncle Marlon will be here soon.

Maybe they can provide some advice," said Gerald.

Stan frowned as he thought about his brothers.

Their level of education was similar to his. How could they possibly understand things he could not understand?

Stan decided that he would undergo surgery!

Only through surgery could he find peace of mind.

Moreover, he was living alone in an old mansion. If the brain vascular tumor were to burst one day without anyone noticing, he would be in deep trouble, right?

Hence, Stan made up his mind. No matter what his family said, he would undergo surgery.

Throughout his life, he never got married or had children. The money he saved was solely meant to safeguard his own life.

While Stan was thinking about discussing surgery with the doctor, he stopped thinking about why he had amnesia or what had happened in the past few months. Suddenly, there was a commotion outside the ward.

"Here they come," said Luca.

She was referring to the arrival of the Muller family.

Indeed, a middle-aged man pushed open the ward door and hurried over to Gerald. He asked Gerald, "What's wrong with your Uncle Stan?"

"He fell and lost his memory at work. Uncle Marlon, the doctor said he has amnesia. What should we do?" While Gerald was reporting the situation to Marlon, he was glancing at Luke.

Marlon followed Gerald's gaze. He first saw Luke and then noticed Luca. His eyes lit up instantly.

He could not help but mutter to himself, “She's really beautiful.” Marlon kept staring at Luca until he felt Luke's sharp gaze. It was only then he withdrew his gaze. He assumed that there had to be a reason why Gerald turned to look at them.

He reckoned there was some connection between Stan's fall and these two.

Thus, he furrowed his brows as he went along with Gerald. "He's always been in good health. How could he just fall for no reason?"

Gerald shook his head, indicating that he was not sure about it. "I don't get it either. Uncle Stan also has amnesia and no memory of what happened. Mr.

Crawford is claiming that Uncle Stan fell by himself."

"Fell by himself? Hmph, I don't buy it. Stan has always been healthy. How could he suddenly fall on his own? Did you deliberately trip him?" Marlon's angry gaze turned toward Luke as he sought for an explanation.

He could tell from Luke's and Luca's attire that they were wealthy.

Rich people like them hated trouble the most and were most willing to use money to solve problems and pacify situations.

If he could get a big sum of money for Stan, perhaps he could gain some benefits too.

With this in mind, Marlon pushed harder to demand an explanation for his younger brother. "Even if you didn't trip him, it must've had something to do with you. This happened in your house. You can't shirk responsibility."

Luke remained silent and held Luca tighter.

If it were not for the need to deal with the situation here, he would have definitely taken Luca away.

Luke felt extremely uncomfortable with the lecherous stare this creepy man was giving Luca. He wished he could just tell the guy to go away.

"Hmph, do you think staying silent will make everything okay?" Marlon assumed Luke was scared. That was why he kept quiet.

"Uncle Marlon, there's one more thing." Gerald saw Marlon defending Stan so vigorously and knew what he wanted to do, so he thought of making things more troublesome for Luke.

"What is it?" Marlon turned back to him. His eyes were already wide with anger.

Gerald reminded him, "Uncle Marlon, when the doctor examined Uncle Stan, he found a blood vessel tumor in his brain. There are two options now. One is conservative treatment without surgery, and the other is surgery."

A brain what?" Marlon was puzzled. He had never heard of this term before.

"A blood vessel tumor," repeated Gerald.

Marlon was startled. "Is it cancer?"

Luca shook her head and let out a sigh. These people were truly uncultured.

The terrifying extent of their lack of education was evident in how they mistook a tumor for cancer.

"It's not cancer!" Stan thought Marlon was cursing him to death. He leveled a sharp glare at him. He had been given painkillers, so he felt much better and less weak. That was why he had the strength to argue back.

He had never gotten along with this elder brother of his.

Marlon, relying on the fact that he was married and had children, kept urging Stan to give all his money to Marlon's family. He constantly complained about the pressure of raising two kids.

Even though Stan’s nephews had grown up, Marlon was still trying to squeeze money out of him. His reasons had shifted from raising kids to buying houses and marrying off his children.

Marlon often said that as long as Stan treated the two kids well, they would take care of him in his old age.

Stan did not believe such nonsense. Even with Gerald, he had not fully opened up to him.

He had always held onto his money tightly.

That was why when Stan heard Marlon mention cancer, he felt like Marlon was cursing him.

"If it's not cancer, then what is it?" Marlon looked puzzled. Was it not a tumor?

However, Marlon immediately forgot about it and said, "Whatever it is, this illness is definitely caused by overworking. As Stan's employer, you must take responsibility for this!"

Marlon turned to look at Luke as he said that.

Luke remained expressionless, observing everything with a cold gaze.

Marlon's words received agreement from the others, who chimed in, "Yes, he must take responsibility. If it's not his fault, how could a healthy person develop a tumor?"

Stan, who had been so assertive a moment ago, remained silent when he heard his relatives speaking up for him.

He also felt that Luke should take responsibility for his condition.

If Luke had not been reluctant to spend more money to hire another person, he would not have been so overworked.

The brain tumor had to be a result of overexertion.

Stan completely forgot that even though he was the caretaker of the mansion, there were hourly workers for cleaning and gardeners for the yard. His usual job was to watch over the mansion. He did not need to do much

Twins In Her Womb: Sir President Please Be Gentle Chapter 3103-People were just plain strange sometimes. Once Stan started thinking his illness was caused by overwork, he forgot what a relaxing job he had.

He lived in a mansion and did not have to do anything yet still received a salary.

It was such a good deal. Furthermore, he only managed to get the job because he falsified his resume.

As the group of relatives bickered incessantly, Luca's brows furrowed tighter with each passing moment. She hoped that Gale would arrive sooner.

Since Luke had asked for Gale to come over, perhaps there would be evidence to silence the crowd.

Luke could not be bothered to argue with these people. Thus, Luca did not bother with them either. She just quietly sat there.

The Muller family thought their silence was out of fear or guilt, so they got even more aggressive. It appeared as though they were going to demand justice for Stan.

However, in reality, they were only thinking of their own interests.

The nurse pushed open the door to the ward and saw the group making loud noises. She could not help but be angry. "Why are there so many people? Do you think this is a marketplace?"

The nurse's words had the crowd quiet down.

She looked at them again and asked, "What's going on with you guys? It's late at night. The patients in the neighboring wards need their rest too. Please keep it down or I'll have to call security."

Her words successfully silenced the crowd.

After the nurse left, Marlon walked over to Luke and said, "My brother has ended up like this. No matter what, you must give us an explanation today."

Luke rose to his feet. His gaze was cold, and he stood in front of Luca, blocking her.

This man seemed to be here to settle scores with him, but his eyes kept darting back to Luca.

Luke was very unhappy, so he simply blocked her.

Marlon looked at the man in front of him, who was a head taller than himself.

When he sat down, his presence was strong enough. Now that he had risen to his feet, his strong aura surged even more, filling the space with an undeniable force.

He could not help but shudder.

"Who's looking for justice? I've got something to say about it." Suddenly, there came a voice as the ward door swung open once. Gale walked in, frowning at the people inside.

Did they take this place for a meeting room? With all these people crowded in here making a fuss, how were the patients in the hospital supposed to recover in peace?

When Gerald saw Gale come in, he was sure he was Luke's subordinate.

When he said he had something to say, he felt even more uneasy.

"Who are you?" asked Gerald as he stepped forward.

"I'm Mr. Crawford's subordinate. Mr. Crawford mentioned that you doubt the truth about Stan’s fall. It just so happens that the police have retrieved all the surveillance footage from the mansion, and I made a copy.

"Now, I'd like to ask Stan why he turned off the infrared alarm?" replied Gale as he looked at Stan with a mocking gaze.

Stan had amnesia and naturally did not know what he was talking about.

"I turned off the infrared alarm? I didn't do that." Stan looked bewildered.

Gerald's face darkened. "Don't go throwing around baseless accusations.

What's the point of making wild claims without evidence?” "Baseless accusations?" Gale smirked. “Boss, can they watch the surveillance footage?"

"Sure," replied Luke. He had tampered with the surveillance, so what was being played now was what he wanted them to see.

"Take a look and see if what I'm saying is baseless." Gale walked over to the television in the ward and quickly figured out how to project the surveillance footage onto the screen.

At this moment, Marlon felt something was wrong and quickly walked toward Gerald. "What's going on? Why does it involve the infrared alarm? What's that about?"

"That's the security system at the old mansion. It's usually on. If someone sneaks in, it'll trigger the alarm," Stan, suffering from amnesia, completely forgot what he had done and blurted out what he knew.

After that, he mocked Marlon, "If only you studied more, you'd know more than just gambling and fooling around with women. You don't even know such a simple thing."

Marlon's face flushed red at his words. He might not be well-educated, but was Stan more educated than him?

Did Stan think Marlon did not know that he only became a butler by falsifying his resume?

What butler training school did Stan attend? With his qualifications and awareness, how could he possibly have attended any sort of training schools?

Unable to bear it any longer, Marlon was about to retort when he heard Gerald say, “Uncle Stan, now is not the time for this. You…"

He paused for a moment and then realized that Stan had amnesia. Hence, he was not sure if Stan had turned off the surveillance cameras and the infrared alarm tonight.

However, what was certain was that the surveillance cameras and infrared alarm were turned on after that. What exactly happened? Gerald's gaze fell on the TV screen.

By now, Gale had finished setting up and started fast-forwarding the footage.

He pointed at a certain frame and said, "This is the surveillance room at the old mansion. Stan entered the room and turned off all the switches. The surveillance camera in the room captured everything."

Gerald's expression darkened. Indeed…

Stan was too careless. He knew there was a surveillance camera there, but he did not even think to cover it before making his move.

He could have moved the surveillance camera to a blind spot if necessary instead of having it facing the row of switches…

Now, he had been caught red-handed doing something wrong.

Then, Gale continued, "At this point, the surveillance was turned off. After two hours, our boss noticed something and headed downstairs to turn the surveillance back on.

"Look, this footage is clear. After our boss turned on the surveillance cameras and the alarm, he went back upstairs to rest. Later, when the alarm went off, he called the police and came downstairs. Here's the footage of him coming downstairs."

At this point, an ominous cloud hovered over Gerald’s face.

No wonder the surveillance cameras and the alarm that were turned off were turned back on. It was all done by Luke.

This man's perception was annoyingly sharp…

"Next, our boss wanted to look for Stan. He passed by here, but he soon returned upstairs, bringing Ms. Craw downstairs.

"What happened here was that our boss found Stan passed out in the corridor.

He then informed Ms. Craw and called for an ambulance."

After Gale finished speaking, the last clip of surveillance footage showed medical staff carrying Stan away.

Everyone was left bewildered by his words and the footage, including Marlon.

He did not know that Stan had been acting on behalf of Gerald.

"What's going on?" asked Marlon.

"This still doesn't prove Luke's innocence. There's no footage showing my uncle falling by himself," said Gerald, thinking that he had caught a crucial point.

"The place where Stan fell was right outside his room door. The doctors and nurses can testify to that. To protect the privacy of the mansion's staff, there's no surveillance on that side of the quarters.

"I heard you suspect that our boss attacked Stan?

“Well, I suggest you call the police. We've also reported it. Hopefully, you can explain to the police why Stan turned off the alarm and surveillance late at night.

"Coincidentally, after they were turned off, thieves climbed over the wall into the mansion." Gale was sharp, and he was not led astray by Gerald.

Gerald felt anxious. Yes, how would he explain this?

Could he say that everything was just a coincidence?

Twins In Her Womb: Sir President Please Be Gentle Chapter 3104-Before he could say anything, Gale spoke up again, "Would any butler shut down the security system before going to bed at night? I've never seen any butler in the past with such a habit, so I suspect Mr. Muller colluded with those intruders to commit theft and maybe even violence."

With this accusation, the Muller family members, who were harboring ill intentions a moment ago, gasped in shock.

If Stan really did this, not only would they not be able to take advantage of Luke, but Stan himself might end up behind bars.

Stan, who had lost his memory, immediately protested, "Nonsense! I'd never do such a thing."

"Exactly, Uncle Stan would never do such a thing. Moreover, if he fancied something from that house, why didn't he act earlier or later? Why wait until there were others to collaborate with? It doesn't make sense. It must be just a coincidence," added Gerald.

By this time, Jacob was already captured. Stan could not be dragged into this.

"That makes sense." Gale nodded with a grin, but he quickly wiped the smile off his face. His expression turned fierce. "It's either about stealing or wanting to commit murder."

"Nonsense! Utter nonsense!" exclaimed Stan when he heard Gale pin these charges on him. He immediately waved his hands in defiance.

"I didn't conspire with anyone. What on earth are you talking about? I have no recollection of such events. Spare me your tales woven from the surveillance footage."

"Whether it's all just talk or not, it's the police who have the final say. They'll conduct their investigation. When daylight comes, the police will arrive to look into it. You can also call the authorities. I believe the officers will make sure to investigate every aspect thoroughly.” "Fine, call the police. I won't admit to anything I didn't do!" Stan asserted confidently, while Gerald's heart was trembling.

He knew Stan would be dragged into this.

After all, surveillance footage was the best evidence.

"Let's go." Luke took Luca's hand.

Luca nodded and rose to her feet to follow him.

When Marlon saw them preparing to leave, he immediately stepped in front of them and said, "You can't leave. My brother had an incident at your mansion.

Regardless of what he did, you're responsible for everything."

Gale reminded, "If your brother didn't do anything, then surely the boss would take responsibility. But since he's under suspicion now, who are you to stop our boss from leaving?"

"I'm his elder brother!" Marlon pointed at Stan.

Gale scoffed. "So what? Anyway, if you call the police, they'll come to us to understand the situation.

Oh, by the way, if it's proven that your brother is guilty, then the losses will definitely fall on him. If he can't afford it, will it be you, his elder brother, who pays?"

"What did you lose if those two thieves didn't steal anything?" Gerald blurted out.

As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized he said something he should not have.

No police report had been issued, and Stan had lost his memory. How did he know there were two thieves and that they had not stolen anything?

Gale raised an eyebrow and asked, "The police haven't arrived yet, so how do you know the two thieves didn't steal anything? Were you there too?"

"I guessed. If you actually lost something, would you be so calm?" The explanation Gerald gave seemed rather strained.

"Hmph, those thieves smashed our boss' multimillion-dollar car. Once the police prove this has something to do with Mr. Muller, the Muller family will have to pay," concluded Gale. Then, he escorted Luke and Luca out.

The people left behind digested the news of the multimillion-dollar car being smashed by the two thieves. There were also suspicions swirling around Stan's connection. There was a moment of silence in the ward.

After a while, Marlon finally asked, "What's going on? What's happening here?!"

He knew Stan was not in the right.

If Stan had nothing to do with the incident, why would he disable the surveillance?

No one answered.

Stan was lying on the hospital bed. At this moment, the effect of the painkiller was gradually wearing off, and he began to feel the pain again. "Gerald, could you ask the nurse to give me another painkiller injection? It hurts!"

He had lost his memory and was completely unaware of the importance of the situation. He only felt that since he had not done anything wrong, it had nothing to do with him. Even if the police came, there was nothing they could do to him.

Hence, he was only concerned with having someone call the nurse to give him another painkiller injection.

When Gerald saw Stan in such pain, he pressed the emergency button to call the nurse for help with the injection.

When the nurse heard what he said, she said through the intercom, "Do you think you can get an injection whenever you want? It's not good for your body to have too many injections, and there should be a time interval for this one."

"But the patient is in pain right now. What should we do?" Gerald asked helplessly. With one thing after another happening now, his thoughts were in disarray.

Especially just now, when Gale recounted each event, it was surprising that Luca did not speak up to help. She left him silenced by the barrage of surveillance footage evidence.

He felt a wave of anger at the thought of this.

"The patient will have to endure the pain. There's no other way. If the patient has other discomforts, the family can notify us again," added the nurse before hanging up.

Gerald had no choice but to say to Stan, "Uncle Stan, you heard it too. The nurse said you can't have injections so frequently. Just bear with it."

Marlon looked at them, feeling dissatisfied at being ignored. He said, "Can someone tell me what's going on here?"

"How would I know what's going on? Uncle Stan lost his memory, and no one knows what happened!" answered Gerald.

He wanted to leave, and he wanted to inform Abel about what was going on here. Things here needed to be handled properly, or it would be troublesome.

"Please leave first." Marlon realized something and asked all the other relatives to leave.

The other relatives knew there was no advantage to be gained here now, so they all left.

Only Stan, Marlon, and Gerald, were left in the hospital ward.

"He has amnesia, but you definitely know something. If you don't confess now, no one will be able to help your Uncle Stan later," said Marlon. Even though he did not have a high level of education, he knew what kind of people his family were.

For example, Gerald was obviously behaving like someone who had done something wrong. He looked very troubled.

"I have nothing to say. Uncle Stan needs someone to take care of him. Uncle Marlon, can you make arrangements for that?" After that, Gerald was about to leave.

Marlon immediately stopped him.

"Your Uncle Stan is usually an honest person who wouldn't steal or rob. To put it bluntly, he wouldn't even think of picking up money left on the ground. That's how honest he is.

"How could someone who doesn't steal or rob suddenly team up with others to commit theft and attempt murder?

"Who would believe that? I know you're close with your Uncle Stan. You've never been one to behave well. Did you drag him into this mess?

"If you're capable of stirring up such trouble, you need to figure out how to resolve it. Besides, it appears that you have something to do with Stan being hospitalized too. Take care of him yourself. If you can't handle it, call your parents to help out."

Marlon knew this was a hot potato and had no intention of taking it over.

Twins In Her Womb: Sir President Please Be Gentle Chapter 3105-After Marlon finished speaking, he quickly walked away.

At this moment, whoever was the last to leave would have to take care of Stan.

Marlon would not bother with something so strenuous when he did not even have the energy for it.

As Gerald watched Marlon leave, he could not help but secretly let out a sneer.

He ran faster than anyone else when it came to standing up for his own brother, but he bailed when there was no profit to be gained?

He turned around to look at Stan.

He had been groaning because of the pain and had not participated in their conversation.

Gerald felt impatient. He wanted to make a phone call, but Stan had lost his memory now. He could not make the call in front of him.

If Stan found out anything, he might betray Gerald to save himself. At the thought of this, Gerald said, "Uncle Stan, bear with me for a moment. I'll go out and make a phone call."

Stan continued tossing and turning on the ward bed, paying no attention to Gerald's words because of the pain.

After leaving the hospital with Luca, Luke got into Gale’s car.

As Gale drove, he said, "Boss, when I led the police to check the surveillance just now, I checked your car. The trunk was forced open, and the windows were smashed. Your car needs to be sent back to the factory for major repairs."

"Okay," replied Luke nonchalantly.

He had many cars, so losing one or two did not bother him much.

Even though Luke cherished his cars, he decided to have Warren drive this time, given the potential for unexpected events in X City. The car’s price was high, but it was not a limited edition.

That was why he was not too upset about it being damaged.

"Also, I assume they'll definitely report to the police. You won't be able to leave tomorrow morning, even if you’d like to go back. You'll have to wait until noon and give a statement to the local police before you can leave," added Gale.

The police had already taken the statements of the two thieves from the Island of Despair. As for the matter involving Stan, Luke had to go personally to give a statement to the police.

Luke said, "I know. Gather some information about the other members of the Muller family tomorrow."

"All of them, even the irrelevant ones?" Gale knew Gerald was from the Island of Despair, but the others should not have any connection to the organization.

After all, Abel was not the type to welcome just anyone with open arms. The Island of Despair definitely would not accept the elderly, weak, sick, or disabled.

"Yes, all of them," replied Luke.

At first, he could have spared the other members of the Muller family. However, Marlon's gaze was always on Luca earlier, which irritated him.

It would be best if Gale did not manage to find out much about Marlon.

Otherwise, Luke would make Marlon pay for his ugly thoughts.

"Okay, Boss." Gale nodded. Digging into people's backgrounds was something he did often, and the Muller family did not seem like good people anyway. He had no moral qualms about it.

When Luca noticed that they had finished discussing what needed to be said, she slowly spoke up. She told them both about what she had observed at the industry networking event today.

Gale was Luke’s subordinate, so Luca did not hold back anything. She even shared the information she had extracted from Gerald, including the fact that the Island of Despair had recruited a group of Caucasians for simple training before deploying them for tasks.

Gale chuckled and asked, "Dr. Craw, I have a question."

"Go ahead." Luca nodded.

"Why does it feel like the Island of Despair is short-staffed? Are they really lacking manpower? How could Abel casually train people and then send them out on missions?" asked Gale. He could not help but find it amusing at the thought of the two thieves from the Island of Despair.

Their skills…

Even with the infrared alarm on, Gale’s agility allowed him to effortlessly scale the wall without setting off the alarm.

Discovering the alarm was not activated was solely due to the clumsiness of one of his subordinates.

However, it was still a discovery.

Yet, here was Abel, sending his men with such clumsy skills that they could not even scale a wall without setting off the alarm. Was he joking?

This might easily lead Gale to underestimate the competence of those from the Island of Despair.

"Rather than saying the Island of Despair lacks manpower, it's more accurate to say they lack manpower in A City. People with ethnic facial features stand out too much in A City. That’s why Abel resorted to this," explained Luca.

After all, A City’s security was good, and cases of people going missing were less frequent compared to other countries or some impoverished nations.

Therefore, Abel’s plan to recruit a large number of youths in A City for training was just not feasible.

However, when there were many missions, sending out too many people with ethnic facial features would attract attention and suspicion. For operations in A City, it was best to have Caucasian operatives.

"You're right about that. But the quality of these people is just too low. Even the greenest rookies under my command outshine them. I bet Abel will definitely reach out to you about this matter.

"Why not suggest he find individuals with better qualifications? It would save time and effort in training and yield better results. Frankly, even for menial tasks, I find them too dim-witted." Gale's words were sharp.

He even began to wonder if he had overestimated the Island of Despair.

The new Island of Despair seemed to be miles apart from the old one.

Luca chuckled. Even though she had been feeling a bit down, Gale's words managed to lighten her mood. "You'll definitely have the chance to meet him in the future. It would be better if you bring it up personally then."

"By the time I can bring it up, he won't have the opportunity to develop the Island of Despair anymore," Gale stated the truth.

By the time they could discuss the Island of Despair face-to-face with Abel, it would likely be when they had eradicated the organization.

"That's true," Luca agreed.

They would not let the Island of Despair off the hook no matter what.

Gale drove them back to the old mansion.

After Luca and Luke got out of the car, Luca looked at the wall and suddenly asked, "Is the infrared alarm still on?"

"It's still on. It hasn't been turned off," replied Luke.

Luca pointed at the wall and said, "I’d also like to give it a try to see if I can jump over the wall without triggering the alarm."

Before Luke could say anything, Gale could not help but laugh when he heard Luca say that. "You're really curious, aren't you? Are you thinking about those two thieves who triggered the alarm, and that’s why you want to test your skills to see if you've still got it?"

"Sort of," replied Luca. When she thought about those clumsy thieves, she wanted to see if she had the ability to jump over the wall without setting off the alarm.

Luke frowned, intending to say that it was too risky.

However, considering Luca's skills and the fact that she had trained on the Island of Despair for three years, he gave in.

He was curious too, wondering if her skills were indeed formidable.

Luke relaxed his brows, nodded, and said, "Go ahead, but be careful. Don’t get hurt."

"I won't." Luca smiled. She glanced at her slippers and remembered that she had not changed into proper shoes after she heard that Stan had fainted. She headed downstairs wearing these slippers.

When Stan was taken to the hospital, she had not bothered to change her shoes and had simply followed him into the ambulance.

Without further ado, Luca took off her slippers.

Twins In Her Womb: Sir President Please Be Gentle Chapter 3106-Actually, it would have been better to wear shoes, but Luca could not be bothered to change into them now. Slippers were not a good option either. That was why she simply took off her slippers.

As Luke watched her yank off her slippers, he shook his head helplessly and picked up her slippers. "Be careful."

In the meantime, Luca had already grabbed onto the protruding rocks of the outer wall and started climbing up.

Initially, to blend with the scenery of X City, all the outer walls were built with stones. Thus, they had an uneven surface.

The walls looked beautiful and more natural this way, but this also had its downsides. It made climbing easy.

Therefore, Luke had infrared alarms installed around the top of the outer walls to deter anyone from attempting to climb over.

Climbing this wall was quite easy for those with rock climbing experience.

The real challenge was to jump up when reaching the top to avoid the infrared scan and then jump down the wall.

"How high are the infrared scans?" Luca suddenly thought of this question and asked Luke.

"About 20 centimeters," answered Luke as he felt a little anxious. Luca was almost at the top of the wall.

What if Luca did not pay attention when she jumped and got hurt?

Luke regretted letting Luca do such a dangerous thing.

"Okay, I got it," said Luca as she continued to climb up.

Gale watched with sheer amusement. "She's really something else!"

Luke gave him a disdainful look and continued to focus on Luca.

Soon, Luca reached the top. When she almost reached the top, she started being careful due to the infrared scans.

If she touched the top of the wall, the infrared alarm would definitely go off.

Hence, Luca had to be quick, precise, and forceful. She had to use the strength from her feet to spring up quickly and leap forward directly.

There was no need for her to jump high, just 20 centimeters higher than the wall.

Luca calculated the distance of 20 centimeters and began to gather her strength.

At this moment, Luke and Gale could not help but hold their breath and watch.

Luca's jump would prove to Luke what the real skill level of those from the Island of Despair was like.

"Three, two, one!" As Luca counted down in her mind, she sprang into the air with a sudden burst of energy.

Luke's heart skipped a beat. He was ready to catch Luca.

Luca, on the other hand, jumped forward with force. Instead of falling down, she smoothly leaped over the wall without triggering the alarm.

In an instant, there was a landing sound on the other side of the wall.

Luke's heart could not help but skip a beat as he quickly ran inside.

Luca had already stood up by now.

When she landed, she chose to roll on the ground to protect herself, which resulted in her getting covered in a flurry of fallen leaves.

Moreover, her hair was a mess.

Luke could not help but shake his head when he looked at her in such a state.

"You…"

"I'm fine." Luca knew he was worried about her. She gave him a reassuring smile and comforted him, "Don't worry, I'm not hurt."

She stretched her limbs as she spoke.

Luke handed her the slippers. "The ground is cold. Put your shoes on first."

Luca nodded, took the slippers from him, placed them on the ground, and put them on. "Looks like I need a shower too."

"Together," replied Luke.

Gale, who was beside them, sensed a hint of romance in the air. He could not help but intervene, "Boss, I'm still here. It's probably best not to get too mushy in front of others."

Luca just realized Gale was there and covered her face, feeling embarrassed.

"I'll leave you guys to talk. I'll go upstairs first," said Luca, quickly walking toward the main house.

Luke turned around to look at Gale. "Isn't she good?"

"Yeah, great," Gale replied with a bitter smile on his face.

Watching couples showing affection to each other was not his intention. He only came in here because he admired Luca's skills. After spending more than three years on the Island of Despair, she managed to bypass the infrared alarms and jump over the wall.

He just wanted to make sure Luca was okay after jumping in. In case she twisted her foot or something, he could help.

Luca was fine, and Gale was even subjected to some PDA.

Gale added, "Boss, if there's nothing else, I shall leave. Just take my car when you guys head back tomorrow. I'll catch the high-speed train back with the others.” "Okay," Luke agreed. He then instructed, "Have the people here help send my car to repair."

"Got it." Gale felt a little distressed at the thought of the luxury car that got damaged by those incompetent thieves.

However, it was not like the money was coming out of his pocket. Luke was not short on cars anyway, so he just felt a twinge of regret but did not think much of it.

After Gale left, Luke closed the door of the old mansion and walked inside.

He arrived upstairs and opened the door to the master bedroom. Luca was already taking a shower.

Luke also wanted to shower but waited until Luca finished first.

After a while, Luca came out of the bathroom. She had already changed back into her pajamas.

"I've adjusted the water temperature for you. Go wash up. It's still early, and we can rest for a while longer before dawn," Luca said to Luke. It was already four in the morning.

"Okay, I'll go wash up." Luke nodded.

Considering the late hour, Luca did not wash her hair. She just lay down on the bed.

Luke only gave himself a quick washing up to get rid of Stan's scent. Once he felt clean, he dried himself off, changed into his pajamas, and walked out of the bathroom. He went straight back to bed, held Luca in his arms, and fell asleep.

They had both been up late the night before and decided to linger in bed a little longer.

When they woke up, it was already nine in the morning.

Luca looked at Luke and said, "It's late."

"Yeah, we slept in a bit, but it's okay. We're going back later today anyway,"

replied Luke as he picked up his phone, which was still charging. He noticed that there were several missed calls.

However, he did not rush to respond. Instead, he continued talking to Luca, "Mr.

Muller isn't here. There's no one to prepare breakfast for us."

"It's too late to prepare breakfast now. How about we order takeout instead?"

suggested Luca. She was not in the mood to make breakfast today.

Of course, if Luke preferred her homemade breakfast over takeout, she could prepare something.

"Sure." Luke knew that Luca had been working hard and deserved a break.

Even though he was not fond of takeout, he went along with her suggestion.

Luca opened the food delivery app, ordered breakfast for two, and then went to freshen up.

After finishing their morning routines, Luca walked out of the bathroom. She intended to pack their luggage, but she saw Luke standing by the bed, making a phone call.

"Okay, I'll wait for you here," said Luke before ending the call.

"Who was that?" asked Luca.

"The police station," replied Luke. "Gerald reported to the police that I injured Mr. Muller."

Luca felt an urge to curse when she heard this.

What was going on in Gerald's mind? How could he say something like that?

Even though it was true that they had injured Stan, the police would not be able to find any evidence on this matter.

Twins In Her Womb: Sir President Please Be Gentle Chapter 3107-Walter also reasoned, "That's right, Vicky. You should talk to us about something like this."

After all, Titus was the gem of his family's younger generation and a prodigy even among all the rich kids in Morhen. Not only did he reach Birthright rank before thirty, but he had also already secured a strong position in Volsung Sect.

Heiresses worshiped his good looks and tremendous potential and would go crazy for him.

And yet, Walter's own daughter did not seem to care, even demanding to have their engagement annulled?!

No matter how impressive Frank was, he would never measure up to Titus or any of the strength and influence he boasted.

Even so, Vicky remained impassive as she retorted, "I alone will decide who I marry, not anyone else. And I'm not about to sacrifice myself for the sake of family."

Before this, she would have been able to accept the engagement and arrangement for the sake of her family's gains and prosperity. After all, she stood to profit in every way if she married Titus anyway.

He was a suitable partner for marriage for her—looks, competence, a straightforward personality and a bright future? The man was almost flawless…

But that was the past.

Ever since Vicky started to spend time with Frank, her heart had no space for another man.

Why suffer a loveless marriage to someone she did not know instead of the strong, decisive, and blunt man before her?

However, Susan could choke from Vicky's stubborn attitude and screamed at her, "How old do you think you are?! What's the point of love?! Does it put food on the table?! Take your time and find love for Titus Lionheart—you're my child, and you'll listen to me! You're marrying no one else, because it's the only way you'll be happy and not find any regrets while the rest of us will live in peace!

Get it through your thick skull: the family would suffer if you annul the engagement!"

"That's right!" Walter agreed. "I know you love Frank, but does he even hold a candle to Titus? Don't forget that the South Sea Crow is after us—a time bomb that would blow us all up at any moment! We'd be dead without the Lionhearts' protection!"

"I'll deal with the South Sea Crow." Vicky frowned, perfectly aware of that issue as well.

Her words left Susan hacking violently. "You'll deal with her?! How?! It's been three years, but members of the South Sea Four are found assassinated at every turn! Our own family has been living on edge and just waiting for the day she pays us a visit. Do you think we'd be living in comfort like we do now without the Lionhearts' protection?!"

Walter sighed. "Exactly. The South Sea Crow is elusive, and the South Sea Four can't stop her even if they work together—even with all the Ascendant rank individuals they have under their command. The South Sea Crow will come for us eventually once the Lionhearts leave us!"

"Give me time. I'll get it done!" Vicky refused to give in, even leaving a determined look at Walter.

"But there's no time!" Walter cried in anguish. "There's only one month until the family gathering, and you heard Sif. She'll be coming, and Titus too! If you still refuse, it's over for us!"

Vicky fell silent at her father's words.

A month—that was all she had.

Twins In Her Womb: Sir President Please Be Gentle Chapter 3108-"Later, Mr. Crawford found out that Mr. Muller, the butler, had fallen downstairs and fainted. Since the danger outside had been resolved, he came to call me downstairs to check on Mr. Muller's condition," said Luca.

"I know some medical skills, but as soon as I found out that Mr. Muller had fallen, I told Mr. Crawford to call the ambulance. It was only then that I went downstairs to examine Mr. Muller."

Luca explained in detail. All of this had been planned out with Luke.

Luke had tampered with the surveillance. Therefore, in the surveillance footage, her descent downstairs occurred after Luke made the emergency call.

The hospital would also have records, so Luca was not worried about any loopholes.

Perhaps due to the nature of the Island of Despair, Luke's and her extra vigilance left no room for anyone to exploit loopholes.

While Luke was about to make the emergency call, Luca had already worked out the timeline with Luke.

The police noted down and asked again, "Do you remember what time it was then?"

Luca shook her head. "I don't remember. I was anxious when I found out Mr.

Muller had fallen down. Plus, someone intruded into the house earlier. I was scared, so I didn't pay attention to the time at that moment.

"Besides, Mr. Crawford used his own phone to call both the police and the ambulance. So there's no record of the calls on my end."

The police officers exchanged glances with each other.

Luca knew that it would seem suspicious if she claimed to remember.

Only claiming ignorance would seem reasonable. It would not sound like her words were made up.

Presumably, the police were asking such questions to test the credibility of her statement.

However, they were all shrewd individuals and would not be easily tricked.

Luca's statement that she did not know invalidated all their previous preparations.

It was because she was upstairs when the event took place. She did not know what happened that night.

In the surveillance footage provided to them, Luca only came down the stairs twice.

The first time was when she went downstairs in her pajamas.

The second time, she had changed her clothes upstairs before coming down again. Shortly after, the ambulance arrived.

That was why Luca could perfectly explain everything.

It was perfect. The police could not find any flaws in her statement.

"Officers, is there anything else you'd like to ask?" asked Luca.

Both police officers shook their heads, indicating they had no further questions.

"Alright, then please investigate this as soon as possible. Mr. Crawford is busy with work. He can't stay in X City for long. I came here this time just to attend an event, and I'll definitely return with Mr. Crawford.

"If you have any more questions, you may contact the police in A City. I'll be sure to cooperate," added Luca.

"Okay. Thank you for your cooperation, Ms. Craw. Let's end it here. We'll leave now and won't disturb you anymore." The two police officers stood up and left.

Luca smiled as she saw them off. She then stood by the window.

From here, she could see Luke cooperating with the police in the yard. He was giving his statement.

Their minds were in sync. As she looked at him, Luke’s eyes met hers. She smiled, waving her hand.

As Luke was still outside giving his statement, Luca did not step out. After waving to him, she sat down on the couch and turned on the living room TV.

The sound of the television show filled the room. She switched to the news channel, but before she could watch for long, her phone rang.

Luca glanced at the caller ID. It was a call from Abel.

She lowered the volume of the TV and answered the call.

"Gerald told me everything, Ivana. Are you planning to leave Luke?" Abel's voice came through the phone. It was sinister, like a demon emerging from hell.

Luca instinctively glanced outside. No one would be coming in, and it was only then did she respond, "What did he tell you? That I didn't help? I wasn't even aware of your plan last night.

"And while we were at the hospital, Gerald's subordinates were careless and got caught by Luke’s men. What was I supposed to do? Speak up for them? If I did that, it would mean I didn't want to stay by Luke's side."

Abel listened to Luca's words on the other end of the phone. He actually knew the truth.

Luca did not know their plans. There was no way she could speak up for someone whose story was full of loopholes as that would only raise Luke’s suspicion.

However, since Gerald had reported her to him, Abel could not help but try to cause Luca trouble.

His plans were not going smoothly, and he was eager to vent his frustration.

"You’ve got some serious sass!" exclaimed Abel.

Luca let out a chuckle. "What do you want me to do? Reveal my identity and leave? With all that's happening now, Luke is perceptive. If I'm not careful, I'll be exposed."

"Do you think I don't know that? You're just hoping he finds out, aren't you?"

Abel's tone remained chillingly dreadful.

"Yes, I do. I even want to tell him my true identity, but I can't. My daughter is still in your hands. I don't know what others might say, but every action I take serves my purpose.

"Gerald is just a pawn, and those two thieves from last night are insignificant to you. There's no need to vent your anger on me just because you didn't manage to find all the herbs. I've done my best." Luca saw through Abel and laid it all out on the table.

Abel clenched his teeth in hatred, wishing he could tear Luca into pieces!

"Come to me!"

"I can't come right now. There are police officers investigating what happened last night out there. Oh, by the way, the one causing me trouble is still your underling, Gerald.

"He reported to the police that it was Luke and I who injured the butler. Once this matter is dealt with, I'll be returning to A City with Luke, so I don't have time to go out," replied Luca, turning the tables on Gerald once again.

Abel's expression darkened completely. With a snap, he hung up the phone.

He stormed out of the hotel suite's bedroom.

Gerald stood in the living room, flanked by two burly men with ethnic facial features.

He was sandwiched between them, trembling with fear.

He came to report to Abel. Furthermore, in order to lessen the blame for his own failed mission, he shifted the majority of the responsibility onto Luca.

It was because she did not help him that the mission failed.

After Abel heard this, he did not immediately confront Luca. Instead, he gestured for the two burly men to keep an eye on Gerald while he looked at Gerald with an expression that was hard to read.

Gerald did not know how many minutes had passed until he saw Abel finally make a move. Abel simply left Gerald behind and walked into the bedroom.

After a while, he came out of the room again.

"Boss." Gerald met Abel's gaze while trembling in fear. He could not help but mutter to himself about how frightening that gaze was.

"I just called Ivana," said Abel.

Gerald responded and looked at Abel in confusion, wondering who Ivana was.

"It's Luca," clarified Abel.

"Oh, that woman will definitely claim she had nothing to do with it. Boss, you weren't at the hospital yesterday, so you didn't see how despicable she was!"

Gerald hardly needed to think to know what Luca had said

Twins In Her Womb: Sir President Please Be Gentle Chapter 3109-Abel sat on the couch. The genuine leather couch engulfed half of his body.

He adjusted into a comfortable position and stared straight ahead at the person before him.

Gerald felt his heart race under Abel's gaze. Was he in trouble?

"Beat him," Abel suddenly spoke in Russian.

Gerald did not understand what he meant and turned to look at those men beside him. After they received Abel's command, they immediately began raining blows on Gerald.

"Stop it, stop it! I was wrong, I was wrong!" After getting beaten up so many times, Gerald instinctively crouched down and hugged his head to protect himself.

"Hit him, and hit him hard!" Abel's eyes were fierce. Even though he did not understand what Gerald said and no one was interpreting it for him, he could tell Gerald was pleading for mercy.

Half an hour later, Gerald collapsed. His face was swollen and bruised, and his limbs were covered in bruises.

Gerald was miserable, but no one begged for mercy for him. The two men who beat him dared not show any mercy. They knew if they did, they would be in trouble themselves.

Hence, they kicked him hard.

"Ugh…" Gerald gave up begging for mercy. He even felt like he might die here today.

He could not help but recall what was said during the training for the Island of Despair. It was true. If they failed their missions, they would likely face death, unless there was a turning point…

Abel watched Gerald, who was almost breathless from the beating. He tilted his head slightly, signaling his subordinates to stop.

When they received the signal, they stopped. "Kneel," commanded Abel.

Gerald heard him. It took him a while to snap out of it before he finally reacted.

Then, he slowly kneeled.

"Gerald, I'm giving you another chance," Abel muttered slowly, with someone interpreting for Gerald.

Gerald let out a cold shiver. Was this the turning point they talked about?

However, could he really do it?

"Boss, please give me your instructions," replied Gerald, suppressing the metallic taste in his throat.

"Kill the two men in the police station and this will be settled," continued Abel.

A shiver ran through Gerald when he heard the words the interpreter relayed.

Kill?

He had never killed anyone before. Despite their training, their usual orders only involved beating people. He had never killed anyone!

With his skills, how could he possibly take a life?

Gerald, who was afraid, lifted his head. However, he was pressed down by Abel's subordinate. "Boss doesn't want to see your messed-up face."

When Gerald heard this, he trembled even more. He lowered his head until it almost touched the floor before he stopped.

"Boss, I can't kill people," Gerald quivered as he spoke.

Abel let out a cold sneer. He knew well the capabilities of those trained and deployed. However, there were only two paths for Gerald to choose from at the moment.

"091, if you don't kill this time, you'll be killed. I don't have much patience left with you. You have two choices, so choose one.” Abel said, forcing Gerald to make a decision. He sounded like a devil.

It was either Jacob or him…

Gerald shivered and clenched his teeth. "Boss, I can't die. I'll kill them."

"Take him to Mr. Shanks," Abel commanded. He then lifted a glass of red wine and swirled it.

The dark red liquid inside was like human blood. It sloshed with each movement and almost spilled over the rim of the glass.

The two men nodded and proceeded to escort Gerald upstairs.

They had arranged for a family-style apartment suite. Shanks lived upstairs while Abel resided downstairs.

Before they even brought Gerald upstairs, Shanks could already smell the strong scent of blood. He listened to the footsteps and casually asked, "Did your boss beat up someone again?"

"Yes, Mr. Shanks," the two men replied in unison as they carried Gerald upstairs and dropped him on the floor. One of the men said, "Mr. Shanks, sorry for the trouble."

"It's indeed troublesome." Shanks glanced at Gerald. It was a Caucasian face.

It seemed this person failed to complete the task Abel had assigned him.

It was frustrating. The rule on the Island of Despair was simple. If one failed to complete his task, one either ended up injured or dead.

As harsh as it was, Abel still chose these Caucasians to carry out missions.

It was not that Shanks looked down on them. It was just that their training was far simpler compared to the killers who underwent rigorous training on the Island of Despair.

The quality of the two groups was vastly different.

It was alright for these temporarily recruited Caucasians to run errands, but was it not akin to sending them to their deaths if they were assigned missions?

Moreover, every time Abel beat someone to the brink of disability or death, he sent them here…

The physical condition of these Caucasians was not as good as those from the Island of Despair.

Even though those who got beaten up were always left gasping for breath, the ones from the Island of Despair were much easier to save.

"Mr. Shanks, we're leaving him with you. Thank you." The two men exchanged a glance before one of them spoke. Then, they left.

"Pass a message for me. Tell him to be more careful in the future. Either don't beat them up or don't bring them to me. I'm not here to professionally save people," said Shanks. His gaze fell on Gerald.

Tsk, he must have broken a few bones. But those men had deliberately avoided vital areas while beating him. There was no reckless striking, so this person should not be in mortal danger.

However, he was not from the Island of Despair. It would take several months for his bones to be healed…

"Save me." Gerald reached out toward Shanks.

Even though he did not know who Shanks was, judging from the conversation between the two men, he figured this man might be able to save him.

His will to survive was strong. He wanted to grasp onto this man in front of him tightly.

Shanks looked disdainfully at Gerald, who was covered in blood. He said calmly, "You've been delivered.

I have no intention of throwing you aside. Just wait."

Gerald was taken aback for a moment. Did he have to wait?

He could feel his life slipping away with each drop of blood from his body. If he waited any longer, he might die.

Would the Island of Despair even provide him with a coffin after killing him…

Gerald's thoughts turned desperate. It seemed unlikely. He should not dwell on it…

Shanks made a phone call. "Are you available?"

Luca, who was on the other end of the line, was surprised. Shanks actually took the initiative to contact her, and he even asked if she was free.

"Mr. Shanks, I'm currently occupied. The police are still here, and I'll be heading back to A City with the main team later," replied Luca.

"Oh," replied Shanks before hanging up.

As Luca listened to the busy tone, she was puzzled.

Shanks rubbed his chin and looked at Gerald. "What's your name?"

"Gerald Muller," Gerald struggled to speak. He could feel the strength to speak draining from him. He had almost exerted all his energy just to utter those two words.

"I'm not asking for your name. I'm asking for your ID number in the organization." Shanks frowned. Doctors usually had the habit of asking for a patient's name.

However, that was because they needed to establish a rapport with the patient.

Shanks did not need that. He just wanted to know the person's ID number for addressing purposes later.

Twins In Her Womb: Sir President Please Be Gentle Chapter 3110-Gerald recalled the number he was assigned in the organization. He reminisced about how thrilled he was when he first received it.

Joining the Island of Despair made him feel respectable and prestigious. After all, it brought in a handsome income.

Yet, Gerald only felt regret now.

"091," uttered Gerald.

"Mm." Shanks picked up his phone and dialed another number. "You threw 091 to me. How can I possibly rescue someone alone?"

"You have the capability to save him," Abel's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"But if you don't want to, that's fine too. He's just trash anyway. He's incapable of doing anything right. If you don't want to save him, let him breathe his last and dispose of him."

"Easy for you to say." Shanks looked at Gerald coldly and said to Abel, "Send two men up."

Abel replied, "Alright. I didn't expect you to still have the intention to save him."

"So, are we saving him or not?" Shanks’ tone was impatient. Abel was truly incomprehensible. First, Abel wanted his men to bring this person up here to be saved, but then he said it did not matter whether Shanks saved him or not.

It was more troublesome than dealing with a woman.

"If you want to save him, then save him. I'll send people up," Abel finished his sentence and hung up.

Shanks tossed his phone aside, slowly rose to his feet, and said, "It's too difficult for me to save you alone, and I can't find anyone else who understands medicine, so I have to let those two guys help me.

"Just bear with it if it hurts later. I have no other choice."

Gerald heard this and shuddered again.

Let two men who did not understand medicine help?

Those two helpers had to be the burly guys from the Island of Despair. Would they not just end his life?

Could they not just take him to the hospital?

Gerald spat out some blood and felt a little better now.

Shanks heard the sound and looked disdainfully at the dirty floor. "This is really bad luck."

If those people from the Island of Despair got injured during their missions and needed treatment when they returned, he would be more than happy to treat them.

However, Shanks really hated cleaning up Abel's messes.

Abel always beat people up to the brink of death and then sent them over here.

These were the most troublesome people to save.

"Sir, you can just take me directly to the hospital." Gerald's throat felt a bit better, and he also understood that Shanks did not want to treat him. That was why he suggested going to the hospital.

Going to the hospital would be better than suffering here.

"Do you really want to go to the hospital?" Shanks was slightly surprised. It seemed that Abel's so-called training courses had skipped some important information.

"Mr. Shanks, if you really send him to the hospital, I bet those incompetent doctors won't be able to save him." A man's voice sounded. He was speaking English, so Gerald understood.

Shanks remained silent.

The man spoke to Gerald again, "If the boss is willing to bother Mr. Shanks to save you, you should be grateful. If you go to the hospital with those injuries, I doubt any doctor would dare to save you.” Gerald frowned. Did this mean that only Shanks could heal his injuries?

"Save me… please." Gerald immediately changed his tone and thought to himself that he would just endure the pain if it meant he could still make it out alive.

If they really took him to the hospital and those doctors could not save him, it would all be in vain.

Gerald understood that the people here would not take him to the hospital.

They were also worried that he might talk nonsense.

"Hmph, such a coward. It's only been half an hour, and he's already like this. It’s truly embarrassing for the Island of Despair," cursed Oscar, one of the men.

At this moment, Shanks said nonchalantly, "Do you think everyone is like you guys?"

Oscar suddenly chuckled. "Mr. Shanks, you're right. Our bodies have all been conditioned through your long-term care, so naturally, we're much better than this kind of waste."

On the Island of Despair, aside from taking poison and the antidote, they also frequently drank potions prepared by Shanks.

These potions were developed to enhance their physical functions and promote robust health.

With their extensive training combined with the conditioning from these potions, they could withstand beatings far better than others.

Shanks listened to the man's praise without getting carried away. Instead, he instructed them in a cold voice, "Take him to the bed in that room."

He pointed at another room.

Fortunately, this hotel suite had several guest rooms. Otherwise, Gerald would have to suffer and be forced to undergo treatment on the floor.

"Alright.” The two men were about to lift Gerald up again.

When Shanks saw this, he frowned and reprimanded, "What are you doing? Are you trying to make it harder for me to save him by handling him like this?"

"Mr. Shanks, you're so capable. Even if we increase the difficulty tenfold, you'll still be able to save him," Oscar joked, knowing that Shanks had a better temper than Abel. Thus, he playfully bantered while also offering praise.

Gerald’s face could not help but turn pale as he listened to their conversation.

Despite their repeated flattery, Shanks did not seem to care much. He simply instructed them, "Carry him over there."

"Got it," answered the two men.

Due to Shanks’ instructions, Gerald was directly carried by one of the men. It felt much better than being lifted.

"Damn, this is the first time I've carried a man like this. What rotten luck," said Russ.

"There's a first time for everything. Consider yourself lucky you're carrying a short and thin one," replied the other man, Oscar.

"What luck? I didn't beat him to this point. Besides, if he were a woman, I'd gladly carry her. But a man? What's lucky about that? Why don't you do it?"

muttered Russ as he carried Gerald to the room pointed by Shanks.

At that moment, Shanks entered with two bags in hand. They contained medical supplies he brought from the Island of Despair.

At first, it was just for precaution. Shanks did not expect he would actually need it.

Shanks was upset at the thought of this. It was not a particularly dangerous mission this time, yet he had to use his medical supplies all because Abel could not control his temper.

"If your boss sends a couple more guys, I won't have enough medical supplies,"

said Shanks as he handed a pair of scissors to Russ. "Go ahead and cut his clothes off."

"Alright." Russ took the scissors and waved them in front of Gerald.

Gerald trembled with fear, his teeth chattering.

He was afraid that the scissors would plunge into his eye socket or throat the next moment.

Gerald's reaction prompted laughter from the two burly men. "He's such a coward."

"Can you guys focus on helping me properly?" Shanks sat aside while organizing his supplies. There were hemostatic bandages, some powdered medicine, and a few vials of injection.

As for Gerald's fracture, he intended to examine it after cutting off Gerald's clothes to see how to treat it.

"Hurry up. Mr. Shanks is getting impatient," urged Oscar.

"You do it." Russ handed the scissors to Oscar. "I'm not interested in men's bodies."

Oscar rolled his eyes. Was he interested, then?

Nonetheless, he picked up the scissors and snipped away, cutting off the fabric from Gerald's body.

Gerald lay on the bed, trembling after being stripped naked.

"Alright, we're here to save you, not to kill you. Why are you shaking?" Oscar disdainfully tossed the blood-stained clothes into the trash can