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Twins In Her Womb: Sir President Please Be Gentle Chapter 3211-As Sarah listened to the maid, she looked up and glanced at the TV screen. The camera was now focused on Matysh.

As the maid had mentioned, Matysh looked defiant, with a trace of contempt on his face.

Sarah knew that Matysh was not just classist but also racist. She could even guess what he was thinking.

Matysh probably believed that the locals had no right to judge him. He considered himself superior and untouchable. The locals had no authority to put him on trial. Without saying anything, Sarah looked down at her phone.

She had received a message from Luke. He said he was busy today but would be available tomorrow.

Sarah replied: [I'll come by your office tomorrow. I have something important that I'd like to hand over to you personally. I'd like you to pass it on to Marcos.] She could not trust anyone else to give it to Luke, so she decided to go herself.

Shortly after, Luke replied to her message: [You don't need to come by. I'll stop by at noon. Please prepare the documents for Marcos. I'll personally make sure he gets them.] Sarah: [Okay, thanks.] She also realized it might not be safe for her to visit Luke in person.

Given her current situation, safety was a constant concern. That was why she avoided going out whenever possible.

She had grown accustomed to hiding over the years, so staying home was not difficult for her.

Sarah rose to her feet.

The maid looked at her with puzzlement and asked, "Ms. Poplar, do you need anything? I can get it for you."

"I'm going to take a nap," replied Sarah. She needed to lock herself in her bedroom to think about how to organize the information she had gathered over the years for Luke.

What Marcos decided to do with it would be up to him.

Sarah just hoped that Marcos could break free from his family's control and pursue what he wanted.

"Okay." The maid picked up the remote to turn off the TV.

Sarah shook her head and stopped her. "No need to turn it off. Keep watching.

This case has the whole country's attention. I'm curious too. Watch it and let me know the outcome when I wake up." She had read online that Matysh's case would be resolved within a day.

It was due to the high public interest.

Prolonging it would put pressure on the court.

"Sure," replied the maid. Even though she did not understand the legalities, everyone was following this case closely. She found the live coverage fascinating.

She wanted to watch closely so that she could discuss it at the market tomorrow.

Matysh's case had caused a huge stir, and everyone was talking about it. Even those who did not understand the law had their opinions. For instance, the maid could tell others at the market that Matysh did not look like a good person based on his expression.

Sarah walked into her bedroom.

She closed the door, pondered for a moment, and then locked it.

Even though the maid was hired by Luke and should be trustworthy, the stakes were too high and the consequences too severe for Sarah to take any chances.

She took out her purse from its hiding spot.

She kept the purse in the wardrobe's lining. The purse looked ordinary, but it contained items she had been keeping hidden all these years.

These were the very things that the Abaza family had been relentlessly searching for.

As Sarah looked at the contents, a flood of emotions washed over her. She had endured so much hardship over the years.

Choosing Marcos' father had brought her only a brief period of happiness, followed by years of struggle she had not anticipated when she chose him.

She thought that the Abaza family would not approve of their marriage and that she might have to elope with Marebs' father. She had even prepared herself for the possibility of being abandoned and raising their child alone.

However, she did not expect to be allowed to marry into the family and learn so many of their secrets.

They were secrets that could ruin the entire family.

The Abaza family was complicated.

Sarah felt that if she had known all that would happen after marrying into the family, she would not have agreed no matter how much she loved Marcos' father.

It was not selfishness. The things hidden beneath the surface of the Abaza family were simply too terrifying.

Sarah gathered a few sheets of paper and a pen, intending to write a letter to Marcos.

Her hand trembled as she picked up the pen. She had never imagined she would reveal all these secrets one day, not just to Marcos but also to Luke.

Marcos was isolated within the Abaza family with no one to rely on. Sarah thought that telling Luke was like giving Marcos a powerful ally.

Even though Luke was based in A City, he could still exert influence in Russia.

His T Corporation was as powerful as M Group.

With such thoughts in mind, Sarah began writing down everything she knew.

She wrote in great detail, filling ten whole pages.

For each point she wrote, there was corresponding evidence in her purse.

Nothing was fabricated. It was all backed by solid proof.

Writing left her exhausted, but she continued from afternoon until evening.

As evening approached, the maid knocked on her bedroom door.

"Ms. Poplar, are you awake?" the maid called from outside.

Sarah put away the papers and then replied, "Yes, I'm awake."

The maid let out a sigh of relief.

Sarah usually napped for just an hour as longer naps disrupted her 0 11 nighttime sleep. However, she had been in her room for several hours today.

The maid was worried that something happened to her

The maid heard Sarah's voice and said, “Dinner is ready. Would you like to eat now?"

"Okay," replied Sarah. She tucked the papers into the purse, placed it back in its hiding spotin the wardrobe, Ideked it, and then went out to the dining area.

The maid had already set the table.

Sarah asked, "Is there a verdict?"

The maid paused for a moment. "What do you mean?"

"That foreigner, was he sentenced?" Sarah clarified.

"Yes, he got eight years." The maid nodded. "But my friends think he might appeal. Even if he does, the sentence probably won't be reduced."

"Eight years…" Sarah frowned, finding the sentence too lenient.

The maid agreed, "Yes, just eight years. Its too little. If it were up 19, me, he'd get at leastten) maybe more. Enough to keep him locked up until he's an old man who can't harm other women."

Sarah nodded in agreement.

Why could they not keep Matysh locked up longer?

Until he was an old man…

Suddenly, a thought flashed across her mind!

No, even as an old man, Matysh would not stop preying on other women!

Someone like him should be sentenced to life in prison.

Twins In Her Womb: Sir President Please Be Gentle Chapter 3212-Ultimately Met With Dire Consequences Sarah thought, 'Evil people will get their due. Matysh's crimes in A City aren't enough for a life sentence, but his crimes in Russia are.' She would wait for the day Matysh got what he deserved…

Night fell.

After ensuring the children were asleep, Luca went downstairs to the storage room to search for medicinal herbs.

She intended to prepare a remedy for Gordan to accelerate the healing of his muscle and nerve injuries.

However, the storage room was cluttered, and many herbs required lightsensitive storage, making her search long and tedious.

Aunt Neile had organized everything well. If it were Aunt Neile who came to look for the herbs, she would be able to find the herbs quickly. Luca rarely managed the storage room and did not know where the herbs were kept. She had to open each box to check its contents.

As Luca was searching, Luke came downstairs after his shower.

When he saw rummaging in the storage room, he asked curiously, "What are you looking for?"

Luca turned around and replied, "I'm looking for some herbs to prepare the medicine tonight so that Aunt Neile can bring it to Mr. Norton tomorrow."

Luke could already picture Gordan's reaction To him, drinking herbal medicine was torture.

"Gordan doesn't like drinking herbal medicine," Luke reminded her. If Luca mixed the herbs into soup or dishes, Gordan might consume it. Luke had tried such dishes himself. The herbal taste was subtle and even enhanced the food's flavor.

Luca paused for a moment and then continued searching. "He may not like it, but he has to take it. I'll tell Aunt Neile to explain that if he wants to recover quickly and get out of the hospital sooner, he needs to take the medicine."

Nobody liked staying in the hospital, so given a choice between taking medicine and a longer hospital stay, Luca believed Gordan would make the right decision.

Luke chuckled.

Luca heard his laughter. She turned around and asked, "What's so funny?"

"Nothing. I see that you've got Gordan figured out," replied Luke, shaking his head. He could already foresee Gordan's choice between a longer hospital stay or taking herbal medicine.

"No one likes staying in the hospital. You can see he has no freedom there,"

added Luca, especially since Gordan liked smoking and drinking. He could not smoke or drink until he recovered, right?

"What do the herbs look like? I'll help you find them," Luke offered.

Luca could not describe them well, so she pointed to a shelf and said, "Help me check each box. If you find any herbs, show them to me." "Sure." Luke helped her search and then suggested, "Maybe we should get you an herb cabinet. It would make finding the herbs easier."

Luca thought it was a good idea but noted that they did not use many herbs at home. "We don't need an herb cabinet. We don't use many herbs. I just need to remind Aunt Neile to store all the herbs in one place."

Luke opened a box containing herbs and asked, "Is this what you're looking for?"

Luca glanced at it and took it, "Yes! I finally found it."

Luke gathered the other herbs she had found, and they left the storage room together.

Realizing he had come downstairs to look for her, Luca said, "I'll put the herbs in the electric decoction pot first, then I can go upstairs to sleep." "Take your time.

No rush," replied Luke as he sat on the living room couch to wait for her.

Luca went into the kitchen and found the electric decoction pot she had not used yet. She carefully measured the herbs and placed them into the pot, added water, and set the mode to slowly brew the medicine.

It would take a few hours, and in the moming, she would reheat it and pour it into a thermos for Aunt Neile to take over.

After finishing up, she joined Luke on the couch. Noticing the TV was on, she asked, "What are you watching?"

"Just the evening news," replied Luke. It was nearly 11:00 pm, and the evening news was being replayed.

Coincidentally, the TV was showing the news about Matysh's trial.

When Luca heard he was sentenced to eight years, she felt indifferent. After all, that was about as much as they could sentence him for his crimes here. Walter had done his best.

Luca asked, "So, he's going to prison?"

"He'll probably appeal," answered Luke, knowing Maytsh would not give up so easily.

"An appeal? Isn't that just giving Ethan another chance?" Luca frowned. If Ethan planned another rescue attempt, it would be a big problem.

Gordan was already injured, and there were not many people Luke could rely on.

Luke, understanding her worry, reassured her, "Don't worry, his plan won't succeed."

Luca sensed that Luke had done something, so she asked, "Why do you say that? Did something happen?"

Luke shook his head. "Nothing happened. I just spread the word abroad about the capabilities of the local police. When the news got out that eight mercenaries, each worth two million dollars, went to A City and didn't return, it made hiring mercenaries a lot more expensive for Ethan. "He'll have to pay at least twice as much now to get anyone. And even then, no one might want to take the job," added Luke.

Luca understood what he had done.

Luke might think it was nothing, but it had a real impact. He made sure those foreign merpèharies knew the Idcalpolice were not to be messed with. Advanced weapons or not, the police were not afraid of them.

This would make it much harder for Ethan to find mercenaries for his schemes.

Ethan would either have to rely on people from the Abaza family or give up.

However, even the Abaza family would not take that risk. If it got out that they were involved in Matysh's escape, the scandal would be huge and difficult to handle.

Luke's plan effectively cornered Matysh.

Luca chuckled softly, realizing that opposing Luke ultimately met with dire consequences.

Matysh was an example, and so was Abel.

She could not help but squeeze Luke's hand tightly.

Luke glanced at her. He gently rested her head on his shoulder and smiled sweetly.

"I need to visit Ms. Poplar tomorrow at noon," said Luke.

Luca was surprised. "Why do you need to go over? Did something happen to Ms. Poplar?"

"No, she has something to give to Marcos, so I need to go. She insists I have to personally hand it to Marcos," explained Luke,

"What is it? Why so mysterious?"

Luca was even more surprised. She could understand asking Luke to pass something along, but insisting on him personally delivering it meant it had to be something significant.

"I haven't seen what Ms. Poplar wants to give Marcos yet, but I can guess. Ms. Poplan has beef in hiding foi, years, afraid of being discovered by the Abaza family. It's likely because of whatever this is.

"It must be something very dangerous for certain people in the Abaza family."

Twins In Her Womb: Sir President Please Be Gentle Chapter 3213-It's Your Mission That Failed Luca recalled what Luke had previously said to Sarah, implying that if she had these things on hand, she should hand them over to Marcos, who would know how to handle it.

It turned out such a thing really existed.

However, Luca immediately understood. Sarah was just a regular person from an ordinary family. Even if she had 'stained' the Abaza family, which valued bloodlines, it should not have led to her dodging their pursuit every day.

"Maybe Ms. Poplar saw Matysh's conviction and became determined to bring it out. Such crucial evidence needs to be taken seriously," said Luca. "Yes, I've already used some issues with our M Group collaboration as a reason and arranged for Marcos to come over tomorrow afternoon,"

replied Luke. After setting a time with Sarah, he did the same with Marcos.

Marcos could guess what Sarah wanted to give him, so he readily agreed.

He even staged a little drama in front of Ethan, letting him know that he would be going to T Corporation tomorrow afternoon, citing issues with their collaboration as the reason.

Ethan was already overwhelmed with Matysh's situation and had no mind to care where Marcos was going.

"Okay." Luca nodded. She thought that if this matter was handled well, Sarah would not have to stay in A City all the time but could return to Russia.

After all, that was her home.

"It's getting late. Let's rest," suggested Luke.

"Alright." Luca squeezed Luke's hand, about to head upstairs when he held hers tightly.

Luca paused for a moment and then smiled widely, feeling incredibly happy being held like this.

At 1:00 am, most of the city was asleep, but Ethan was restless in his hotel room. He kept tossing and turning.

The news of Matysh's conviction had already been sent back to Russia.

However, there was no news yet from Russia. He did not know how those people planned to handle Matysh's situation.

Still, no matter how Russia handled it, Ethan knew he could not avoid a scolding. He might even lose his position in M Group.

Thinking it over, Ethan left his suite and arrived at Marcos's door. He rang the bell insistently.

After a while, Marcos lazily opened the door and yawned when he saw Ethan.

"What's gotten into you? It's late. Why aren't you asleep?"

"How can you sleep?" Ethan glared at him.

Marcos shrugged indifferently. "After being ordered to stay here for so long, I've adjusted to the time difference here. If work isn't pressing, I can sleep on time."

Ethan pushed past him and entered directly.

Marcos frowned and closed the door.

"What's your deal?" Marcos asked in an irritated voice with eyes full of impatience.

During the day, he was in court. After the trial ended, he went straight back to the hotel, where Ethan then vented his anger at him.

Earlier, he had been happy about Matysh's conviction, but that joy did not last long.

It was something Matysh deserved, so he had been happy then and was able to overlook Ethan's outburst.

Now, that enthusiasm had faded. He was no longer interested in enduring Ethan's anger.

"What the hell am I supposed to do? Our mission just failed, and you're asking me what's my deal?" Ethan was itching to throw a punch at the person in front of him to vent his frustration.

He knew perfectly well what this failure meant.

Not only was his own job at risk but also his father's position in the Abaza family.

His whole family could face unemployment.

The old master of the Abaza family would not care how tough Matysh's case was or how formidable the local police were. He only cared if the mission succeeded.

If Matysh's escape plan failed and the lawsuit was lost, it would all fall on him. It was his fault for hiring incompetent mercenaries and lawyers. Matysh should not have ended up in jail.

Ethan could not sleep at the thought of this. He felt anxious and restless.

"It's your mission that failed-your mercenaries, your lawyers. I wanted to be involved, but you shut me out. So, why is this my problem?" retorted Marcos, laying bare Ethan's anxieties.

"This is all on you. Your hired guns couldn't cut it, and your outburst at me won't change that. Ethan, I'm not your subordinate, got it?"

Ethan's blood boiled, and he snapped back, "Do you think I'm clueless? Luke's men were among those who intercepted the mercenaries! Did you tip them off?"

"How could I have tipped them off?" Marcos stared at Ethan like he was crazy. "I didn't know who you hired, what weapons they used, or where they were operating. How could I tip anyone off?

"Your men were incompetent. They were tailed by Luke's crew. Plus, everyone already knew you were hiring mercenaries. You know why?"

Ethan remained silent.

"It's because one of your hires is Luke's sworn brother. You didn't even bother to check his identity before hiring him, Which led people to find out about it. Isn't it natural that things ended up this way?" explained Marcos.

Honestly, he was surprised when Luke told him that Ethan had tried to hire Gordan to spring Matysh from prison.

Gordan and Luke were close, and they did not hide it.

Ethan was naive when he told his subordinate to contact Gordan. Even though Gordan hadyefused, Ethan's aptions gave away Matysh's escape attempt. It was not Ethan who revealed it but his action in wanting to hire Gordan.

Ethan's eyes widened. He had taken advice on selecting the team of mercenaries. After all, he had never done such a thing.

He did not expect the other party to find Luke's friend. What a Marcos chuckled when he saw Ethan's shocked expression.

Matysh wanted to escape, but Ethan was the one he asked for help. Ethan was good at twisting Russian law and deceiving ordinary people. Still, when it came to other matters, Ethan was not up to it.

After all, Ethan's father had been protecting him well. Ethan had no experience dealing with the dirty side of the Abaza family.

It was just that Marcos did not expect Ethan to make such a mistake.

Ethan did not expect it either.

Marcos looked at Ethan, who was reeling from shock, and asked, "What if Grandpa finds out about this? Will your good times with your father in M Group come to an end?"

Even though Ethan was their relative, Old Master Abaza valued money, power, and bloodline inferitance. He would keep relatives who were useful and knew a lot about the family.

However, those who were useless and knew too much would not end up well.

Twins In Her Womb: Sir President Please Be Gentle Chapter 3214-I Don't Care If things did not end well, Ethan would be just like Marco's mother, Sarah. If he did not resolve the problem, he would be hunted down forever. Ethan shuddered.

Marcos deliberately looked surprised. "Didn't you already report to the Russians? Why do you look like this? Don't they know about your fatal mistake?"

Ethan opened his mouth to deny it, but facing Marcos' mocking expression, he suddenly realized that his future was now in Marcos' hands. He could not do

anything to Marcos.

He knew his most fatal mistake. If his men had not found Gordan, Luke would not have known they were going to get Matysh out.

Even though this was the case in theory, Ethan felt that Marcos must have also told Luke. It was just that he had no evidence.

"That's right. It's such a fatal mistake. If the old master finds out, not only will you lose your job, but you might even lose your life," Marcos said casually. He sat comfortably on the couch and looked up at Ethan, who remained standing stiffly.

It was not just his expression that was frozen; his whole body was stiff.

Marcos was in a great mood and continued, "Although you're not involved in the Abaza family's actions, your father certainly is, and you must have insider information. So you know, Ethan, that I'm not exaggerating here.

"The old master isn't kind to anyone who knows these things. Ethan, you only have two choices now. One, continue to confront me in anger. But with such a big mistake, the old master will immediately know about it.

"Two, stop bothering me. Perhaps you and your father will still have a chance to escape."

When he talked about the chance to escape, it sounded sinister.

Ethan even felt the gloom of death.

It was too terrifying. It seemed he could foresee his own end. He regretted coming to A City.

Initially, he thought it was a good opportunity for promotion, a chance to bring wealth and fame to his family. Now, he realized it was not an opportunity at all but a death knell.

No matter how hard he tried to resolve Matysh's affairs, in the end, it was unsolvable. Marcos, whom he had always looked down on, had his life in his hands now.

As long as Marcos was unhappy, he and his father would die right away!

"Marcos…" Ethan took a deep breath.

"Speak." Marcos yawned. He was relieved that Matysh had finally been sentenced, and he could finally get some sleep.

"Don't act so cocky here. Do you think you can scare me by saying that? You need evidence!" Ethan's mind raced. He was betting Marcos had no evidence.

"Do I really have no evidence?" Marcos smiled knowingly, standing up and towering over Ethan.

"If you had it, you wouldn't be saying it here!" Ethan was certain he had no evidence. If Marcos had evidence, it would have been sent to Russia first, and they would not still be unaware.

At the very least, Ethan's father would have reacted. This meant the other party still did not know about his mistake.

"Every mercenary leaves a recording as evidence when negotiating. Do you think someone as capable as Gordan wouldn't leave audio evidence? I don't have evidence right now, but that doesn't mean I won't ask Gordan for it,"

Marcos countered.

"You!" Ethan knew Gordan probably had evidence.

Even though Marcos did not have it now, would it not only take him a minute to get it?

Moreover, he could not deal with Gordan. Even if he went to Gordan now and offered money to delete the recording, it would not work.

Gordan was with Luke now, essentially standing opposite to him. Therefore, Gordan would not negotiate this deal with him.

Marcos adjusted his robe and told Ethan to leave. "Ethan, I've never been on your side, nor do I care about your future. So, leave now as you're disturbing my sleep. If I don't get enough sleep, don't blame me for not being nice to you."

Ethan clenched his fists tightly and then loosened them before tightening them again. He was not happy. Then, he finally threatened, "Marcus, don't think you can do anything to me just because you have some evidence. I'm telling you, I've never been afraid of you!"

Marcos shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

Ethan continued, "Even if you have the evidence, I know you're definitely teaming up with Luke. So what if Matysh ends up in prison? The Abaza family won't fall into the hands of scum like you.

"Everything you're doing now is just contributing to Matysh's cause. Just wait, your gravy train won't last forever, and you won't be riding high for long."

He recalled seeing Marcos at the trial today.

Marcos was smiling throughout, looking harmless. Now, he realized it was not harmlessness. He was clearly gloating!

"Whatever." Marcos could not be bothered. Even without the Abaza family, he could live well.

He was not incapable. Wherever he chose to be, he could live just fine.

Whether or not he had the Abaza family, it was the same to him. However, he chose to stay in the family because Sarah's matter had not been resolved yet.

If the Abaza family stopped pursuing Sarah, he would definitely leave M Group immediately. As for the family's wealth and all their traps, he found himself utterly indifferent.

What Marcos wanted most now was to live peacefully with Sarah. As for M Group and the Abaza family, he did not wantito deaf with any of it.

However, since certain problems existed, he had to deal with them.

Otherwise, it would be troublesome later.

If negotiation was not possible, he would rather control M Group.

Sarah had been hiding for more than 20 years. He wanted to reunite with nis mother, so there was a lofto'"

handle. He needed enough leverage to negotiate with the head of the Abaza family.

Only then could he and Sarah's life settle down.

Ethan widened his eyes as though he was ready to devour. "You don't give a shit at all?"

He could not believe Marcos did not care about M Group. After all, Marcos had been managing M. Group for so many years, and it was all his effort.

Even though Ethan was reluctant to admit it, that was the truth.

Under Marcos' leadership, M Group had grown and achieved more.

"Seriously, I don't care." Marcos really felt indifferent and impatient discussing these matters with Ethan. Even if he said he did not care, Ethan would not believe it.

As Marcos felt there was no point in continuing, he pushed Ethan out.

"If you disturb me again, don't blame me for not being nice to you." He issued a final warning.

Ethan's eyes widened as he watched Marcos expressionlessly close the room door. He could not help but pound the door hard in frustration. Marcos paid no attention.

Ethan knew whatever he did now, Marcos would not open the door. If he continued like this, he would only embarrass himself.

As he wanted to maintain his image as a gentleman in front of outsiders, he would not allow such a thing to happen.

Twins In Her Womb: Sir President Please Be Gentle Chapter 3215-How Did I End Up With A Useless Son Like You Ethan returned to his suite. He could not help but kick the door:

frustration.

His foot hurt, but the door remained unscathed, fueling his simmering anger.

His expression darkened.

The suite was eerily quiet as Ethan slumped onto the couch, his throbbing foot a constant reminder of the harsh reality.

Marcos' earlier threat rang true.

The person he despised most in the Abaza family had just threatened him, which made Ethan feel uneasy. Even if he had to keep it from the old master, he had to inform his father.

His father was the only one who could help him to deal with this matter.

With that thought in mind, Ethan reached for his phone, intending to call his father. However, it rang before he could dial.

It was a call from his father himself.

No time to marvel at the synchronicity, Ethan answered, "Dad, I was just about to call you."

"Shut up!" The voice on the other end of the line sounded furious.

Ethan bit back his words.

The tone did not bode well. He felt apprehensive and sensed that he was about to be held accountable.

If he disclosed what happened with Gordan to them now, would he merely be scolded?

That would be too light a punishment. His main concern was that his family could not bear the consequences.

"Ethan, Old Master Abaza held you in such high regard and entrusted you with such an important task, yet you managed to botch it up. What were you thinking?!" His father's voice thundered, criticizing him relentlessly.

"How are we supposed to carry on in the Abaza family?"

"Dad, let me explain…" Ethan's temples throbbed. His father's anger from the other end of the phone seemed ready to burst through.

"Fine, explain yourself. If you can't explain this time, I won't be able to explain to Old Master Abaza!" Ethan's father was angry. He had to report to the old master soon.

However, given the situation, there was no way he could explain it to him.

"The plan wasn't supposed to fail because I hired some of the best mercenaries internationally, so the chances f failure were almost zero."

"I don't want to hear this. It's a fact that you've failed, no?" Ethan's father was now standing at the door of the old master's office. He was going to report to the old master in a moment.

This matter was sure to be part of the report.

He also needed to help Ethan cover up this matter. Otherwise, the old master would blame their family, and they could forget about having a good life in Russia in the future.

"Yes, it's a failure, but there's a reason for it. Marcos passed on a message to Luke that Matysh was about to escape from prison. Luke's men cooperated with the police and learned about our plan in advance. That's why we failed," Ethan explained quickly.

Ethan's father also valued interests more than familial affection. Hence, he had to shift the blame and protect his interests.

In this family, interest was more important than anything else. Thus, he had to learn to keep his own interests.

Ethan's father immediately asked, "Do you have any evidence?"

Ethan replied, "No. You need audio recordings for this stuff, but Marcos didn't leave any. Dad, it's impossible for me to get evidence." He felt frustrated.

Gordan had evidence in his hands but not him!

It was not because he was careless. Marcos was just really cunning. All it took was a slight leak to Luke and more followed naturally. In such a situation, getting evidence was challenging.

Moreover, he had underestimated the strength of the local police and Luke's men back then.

He thought even if they knew the plan, they were not a match for the mercenaries.

Who would have thought Luke's men could handle the mercenaries without involving the police, even leaving one alive for questioning? However, he was not worried that the survivor would say anything incriminating because he had not been directly involved, so it would not link back to the Abaza family.

"You don't have evidence, and you think the old master will believe you?"

Ethan's father suddenly felt sending Ethan to A City was a mistake.

If he had known that Ethan was incapable, he should have just sent one of his subordinates.

Even though it was Old Master Abaza's decision, this incident had really disappointed him.

"The old master will believe it because Marcos meets with Luke frequently. Even though I don't have any audio recordings, I have evidence of their meetings,"

replied Ethan. Each time Marcos met Luke, he made sure someone took a photo of it.

"Old Master Abaza may be old, but he's not stupid. Ethan, I'll give you one more chance. If you mess up this time, our whole family will suffer because of you,"

Ethan's father said in a low voice.

When Ethan heard that he would be given another chance, he felt a surge of excitement. "Dad, I'm listening."

"I'm about to report to the old master. During the report, I'll ask for another chance for you. Matysh will appeal again, and your job will be to prepare for an ambush during his next appeal."

"Dad, that's difficult!" Ethan was startled.

That would be like stirring up the hornet's nest. Even if Matysh appealed again and ended up in court, the police would probably beef up, making it hard to pull off any kind of operation.

"Is it too difficult for you to do?" Ethan's father interrupted. "Don't forget, you volunteered for this task the first place. I warned you there was no turning back once you went to A City.

"You failed this mission, and I'm giving you another chance. Nown you're telling me. that ifs too difficult?

Do you know what it means for our family if this mission fails and Matysh goes to jail?"

The man on the phone spoke stemnly, showing no mercy even though Ethan was his son.

Being reprimanded like this, Ethan felt his anger grow, but he could only admit defeat in front his father.

"I understand."

"Is there anything else you're hiding from me?" asked Ethan's father.

Ethan remembered Marcos' words, which weighed on his mind.

If he did not come clean now, would Marcos inform the Russian side? He probably would.

Marcos was not the type to sit back and wait for someone frame him.

As Ethan thought about it, he figured it was better to confess now than let them discover his major mistake. At Idast) his honesty might cushion his father's temper, who would surely find a solution.

"There is."

The person on the other end of the phone audibly took a deep breath. He clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking.

"What else are you hiding from me?"

Ethan spilled everything about Gordan.

Ethan's father erupted in curses after listening to him. "You're a good-fornothing!"

Ethan remained silent.

Seething, his father yelled, "How did I end up with a useless son like you?!"

"Dad…"

"Shut up!" Ethan's father was furious.

He took another deep breath. dan't think Marggs leakedthe plan to Luke.

Itliwas your mistake that led Gordan to say something to Luke!"

Twins In Her Womb: Sir President Please Be Gentle Chapter 3216-That Place Is Hell!

"I…" Ethan wanted to explain, but he realized he could not.

No matter who it was, they would doubt him after hearing what he said. Thus, he could not explain. No matter what the outcome was, it was still his mistake.

"How am I supposed to explain this to the old master?" asked Ethan's father.

"I… I don't know." Ethan was confused and did not know what to do.

Hiding the truth from the head of the family was definitely not a good idea. If they kept it hidden and waited for Marcos to reveal it, Ethan would be in deeper

trouble.

"Does Marcos know about this?" asked Ethan's father. He thought that if Marcos did not know, they might still have a chance to fix it.

At least Gordan would not tell the head of the family. Those people would not be that petty.

However, Marcos was different.

"He knows." Ethan's tone was dejected. He dared not to tell his father that it was Marcos who had informed him.

The person on the other end of the line seemed to be struggling to hold back his anger. He was about to say something when the old master's butler walked out.

Ethan's father said, "You've really disappointed me. I have to go report to work now. I don't have time to discuss this. I'll hang up first." Before Ethan could say anything, the call ended.

Ethan was so furious that he wanted to smash his phone.

However, realizing there was important information on it, he stopped himself. He looked toward Marcos' room and secretly vowed that one day, Marcos would pay for this.

The following day, Luke went to Sarah's apartment after lunch as they had agreed.

He rang the doorbell. The maid, seeing it was him, smiled and greeted, "Mr.

Crawford, you're here. Please come in. Ms. Poplar is waiting for you inside. I'll step out to buy some groceries for dinner."

After that, the maid left, giving them privacy to talk.

Luke entered the apartment.

Sarah, knowing he was coming, had already made a pot of tea.

When Sarah saw him coming in, she quickly poured him a cup and said, "Mr.

Crawford, thank you for coming over in the middle of the day. Please, have some tea."

Luke, pressed for time, sat down and took the cup of tea from her with both hands. After taking a sip, he asked, "Ms. Poplar, what do you need me to deliver to Marcos?"

Sarah nodded, knowing he did not have much time. She no longer exchanged pleasantries as she rose to her feet and replied, "Everything's in the bedroom.

I'll go get it."

"Alright." Luke nodded and took another sip of tea.

Sarah was good at making tea. Even though the tea leaves were not high quality, her mastery of the water temperature made the tea sweet and pleasant, with almost no bitterness.

Marcos would probably love this tea…

Sarah came out of the bedroom and sat back down in her previous spot.

She handed the brown envelope she was carrying to Luke. "Mr. Crawford, please give this to Marcos."

The envelope contained evidence she had been keeping for over 20 years and a letter she wrote yesterday.

She spent all of yesterday afternoon writing. At dinner, she thought of a few more things, so she wrote two more pages later that night.

Sure enough, with age and the surgery she had undergone, her memory had gotten worse.

If she did not recall things in detail, she might overlook many of the crimes committed by Matysh and the Abaza family.

However, how could their sins be forgotten? As soon as Sarah remembered, she wrote two more pages.

They were not accusations, just a statement of facts.

"Alright," replied Luke as he took the thick brown envelope from her. He could feel the thickness of the envelope. It was quite hefty.

A century-old family like the Abaza family could not possibly be clean.

Even though Marcos' mother had only been in the family for a few years, she had gathered so much evidence. It was clear how dark the family was.

Luke did not open the envelope but held it firmly in his hand. "Don't worry, I'll personally give this to Marcos."

"Thank you, Mr. Crawford," Sarah thanked him gratefully.

Meeting Luke and Luca was her luck, and also Marcos' luck.

Without them, she did not know where she would be now, and Marcos would not have reunited with her. She felt content to be able to reunite with her son before passing away.

"You're welcome. Do you have anything else to give to Marcos?" asked Luke.

Sarah shook her head.

"This is all I have. Over the past 20.

years, l've sold everything I could.

Honestly, I have nothing toteave Marposlaffer l pass away, except for these documents and evidence. I hope they can help him break away from the Abaza family."

"Okay." Luke nodded. Sarah had been hiding from the Abaza family, moving from place to place.

Despite her abilities, she had to do odd jobs on the outskirts of the city to survive because of them.

Marcos knew this. His hatred for the Abaza family had only grown stronger since.

Even though Luke felt this had nothing to do with him, he thought Sarah had had a hard time over the past 20 years.

"Mr. Crawford, I know you and Marcos are good friends, so I'd like you to take a look at this information too," said Sarah. Luke frowned.

This was the Abaza family's business. If he looked at it, it would be like getting involved.

He was not afraid of the Abaza family. Even though the Crawford family was not a big family, the power of T Corporation made them untouchable by the Abaza family.

Still, this was an internal matter of the Abaza family, a scandal within their ranks.

"I don't mean to ask for your help with Marcos' problems. I just think it would be good for one more person to know about what the Abaza family has done. If anything happens, Marcos will have someone to back him up…" Sarah explained.

Would Marcos really be willing to involve him in it?

When she first reunited with Marcos, she never thought about letting him know these things.

The Abaza family was so powerful that confronting them would be like bringing a knife to a gun fight. That was why she never thought about it. It was only when Matysh was sentenced…

However, she was still worried that Marcos could not take down the entire Abaza family alone, so shen hoped Lyke could be a Backup if néeded! "f Marcos can handle these issues smoothly, I'll be relieved. But the Abaza family is so big, and I'm really worried…" added Sarah. Her hands trembled as she thought about the past.

"As a mother, I wanted to stay with my child and watch him grow, but that place was hell! I knew that only if I escaped would they treat Marcos a little better."

Twins In Her Womb: Sir President Please Be Gentle Chapter 3217-She Trusted Luca "I took these documents with me, so I knew they'd be anxious and worried.

Because of that, they would treat Marcos better.

"Even if they still manipulate Marcos like a pawn, as long as Marcos is in their hands, I can't risk exposing these documents.

"I dared not to expose them back then, but it was for the best. At least Marcos can grow up under better conditions. But he will now use these documents to confront M Group. That's why I'm making this request of you…"

"I understand." Luke nodded. As a father of four children himself, he could understand Sarah's thoughts.

"I give you my promise," added Luke as he opened the brown envelope.

Under Sarah's watchful gaze, Luke quickly read through the documents page by page. Sarah also explained the details to him.

Finally, after Luke finished reading the letter Sarah had written to Marcos, he let out a deep sigh How dirty could a century-old family be?

It was beyond his imagination. Sarah was involved from the start and had managed to gather so much evidence. It showed that the people in the Abaza family were not afraid at all. Even to the point of fearing nothing and no one.

Otherwise, how could they let a married woman gather so much evidence?

Perhaps when Marcos' father passed away, Sarah was caught collecting evidence, hence her escape here. A City was the safest country for her.

However, Sarah still lived cautiously here, proving that this evidence was highly detrimental to the Abaza family.

"Ms. Poplar, I've finished reading," said Luke.

Sarah nodded and gave him a relieved smile.

She was worried that Luke would not want to see these documents, as reading them meant potentially getting involved at any time. Still, he read them. It meant Marcos' friend was someone worth trusting.

"Thank you, Mr. Crawford," said Sarah.

"No problem. Anything else?" Luke asked again.

"No, that's all." Sarah shook her head. She had said everything that needed to be said.

Luke glanced at the time, rose to his feet, and said, 'I have an appointment with Marcos at the office this afternoon."

"Alright. Go ahead." Sarah was slightly excited. She did not expect Luke to act so quickly.

After confirming the time with her, Luke immediately arranged to meet Marcos afterward. Luke nodded to Sarah, said goodbye, and left.

When Luke was back at the office, it was already late afternoon. Luke walked into his office with the brown envelope.

Jason followed behind with a stack of documents. "Boss, this is the final confirmed bid proposal. Please take a look."

"Okay." Luke took them, set them aside, and then locked them in the safe. He placed the brown envelope inside the safe too.

Even though the company was under his control, he was very cautious when necessary.

Luke sat in his office chair and had just settled in when Tina's call came through.

"Boss, Mr. Abaza is downstairs."

Since Jason was still in Luke's office, the front desk notified them both.

"Have him come to my office. And bring two cups of coffee." Luke hung up and told Jason, "I need to talk to Marcos. I'll look over the documents later."

"Okay, boss." Jason understood and stepped out.

He did not leave directly but waited at the door for Marcos.

When Jason saw Marcos walking toward him, he pushed open the office door.

"Mr. Abaza, the boss is waiting for you inside."

"Thank you," Marcos replied graciously, then walked into Luke's office.

"Welcome," greeted Luke.

"It's been a long time." Marcos maintained a smile.

Luke said, "Have a seat. Coffee?"

"I've missed your secretary's coffee." Even though Marcos knew what Luke had for him today, he maintained his gentlemanly and humorous demeanor.

Tina knocked and entered, delivering two cups of coffee to them.

"Thank you," said Marcos.

"No problem, Mr. Abaza," Tina replied before closing the door behind her.

As the door closed, Luke went straight to the point. "Would you like to taste the coffee first or go straight to reviewing the documents?"

"Let's dive into the documents." Marcos smiled. Even if Luke did not mention it, he knew what documents he had.

It was documents that could bring down M Group…

He was eager to see them.

Marcos had no initial animosity toward the Abaza family.

He knew he was a pawn, and seeing M Group's prosperity confirmed that he was merely a stepping stone. However, he had no regrets. This family raised him and nurtured him, so making some contributions was only fair. He had received his fair share of rewards for his efforts, so Marcos never felt it was a big deal.

Even though people in his circle mocked him for being foolish, he was willing to handle every task and project for M Group. It was not until he discovered what they had done to his parents that everything changed.

Now, Sarah had handed him a stack of documents. Although he had not looked at them yet, Mardos expected tha trafter reviewing them, his hatred for M Group would turn the world upside down.

Luke noticed that Marcos was ready for this, and he nodded. These documents were exactly what Sarah intended for him to see.

He walked to the safe and entered the code.

Marcos shifted his gaze, not looking at the safe.

Frankly, seeing Luke approach the safe surprised him.

He did not expect the documents to be stored so securely.

Luke opened the safe, retrieved the documents, and placed them in front of Marcos.

"These are what your mother entrusted me to give to you, yem already reviewed them with her consent. I hope you don't mind,"

admitted Luke.

It was one thing for Sarah to trust him; it was another for Marcos to do so.

Men and women often had different perspectives.

To avoid any future trouble, Luke clarified this upfront, preventing any misunderstandings or disputes down the line.

Marcos did not mind. "My mother trusts you, so do I."

Luke nodded and returned to his seat. It was not that Sarah trusted him but that she trusted Luca. Luca trusted Nuke, and that was why Sarah had confidence in him. In this situation, they really needed that trust.

Without Luke, Marcos and his mother would never have reunited.

Marcos calmly opened the brown envelope. He held his coffee cup as he carefully inspected the contents.

The brown envelope was simple in design, but the worn marks and faded color indicated its age.

It was clear Sarah had kept these documents for a long time.

The worn edges and faded color told a story of their own, suggesting she had often revisited these documents.

Twins In Her Womb: Sir President Please Be Gentle Chapter 3218-The Epitome Of The Worst Patient Some grudges had to be etched into memory, lest the trivialities of life wear them away.

Marcos knew what Sarah's past life was like. When he saw the wom marks on the documents, his expression darkened.

"I need to ask you a favor," said Marcos as he turned to look at Luke.

"Go ahead." Luke nodded, more than willing to help. They both needed each other's help at times, so refusing was not an option.

"I need you to keep these documents safe for me until I return to Russia."

Marcos thought of Ethan, who was staying in the same hotel as him and even brazenly installed surveillance in his suite.

If he took the documents back, they would easily be discovered.

"Sure, no problem. You can trust T Corporation's security. No one can access the items in my safe," Luke replied.

He had one of the world's most advanced safes, and it was not easy for anyone to unlock it.

"Thank you," said Marcos, opening the documents slowly.

Luke did not say anything further. He took a sip of his coffee and continued his work.

Marcos carefully read through the documents, taking about half an hour.

His brows were furrowed together. "I'm done."

"Okay." Luke nodded without commenting on the matter concerning the Abaza family.

The social structures were different, so he felt it was not his place to judge.

"Mr. Crawford, I'd like to make a deal with you," said Marcos.

Luke was intrigued. "Let's hear it."

"The Abaza family…" Marcos paused for a moment, raising the documents in his hand. With a mocking smile on his face, he continued, "Even though we've done many shady things, we're still known in Russia for our strong stance against organized crimes. I want to use their power to help you eliminate the Island of Despair."

He figured the old master also hated such organizations, so using M Group's power to help eliminate the Island of Despair should not be an issue.

Besides, over the years, he had not just been a puppet. He had been doing some real work too.

"What do you need me to do?" asked Luke. He did need help, but only if it did not violate his principles.

Marcos replied, "When I make a move, I need you to reveal the information here to the public in A City. I've seen how powerful public opinion here can be, but I don't know how to handle it. I need someone familiar with it to help. So, it's less about you helping me and more about the public of A City helping."

Luke did not expect Marcos' request to be so straightforward. He agreed, "No problem."

"Pleasure doing business." Marcos extended his hand.

Luke nodded and shook his hand, sealing the deal. "Pleasure doing business."

Marcos believed that with the help of the locals of A City, his plan would succeed.

Luke knew that with the Abaza family's assistance, dealing with the Island of Despair would be much easier.

In the hospital, Pierre underwent his second dry needling treatment.

Just like the last time, he pounded his leg hard. He felt nothing and could not help but yell at Dr. Abraham Wood, "This dry needling treatment is useless!

What's the point?"

Abraham looked helpless. He had encountered many irritable patients who often yelled at doctors and nurses due to their condition.

However, none were as aggressive as Pierre. "Mr. Mallory, physical therapy takes time to show results. The effects are gradual and require patience. If you stick with it, you'll see improvement."

As Pierre watched him clean up the used needles, he suddenly grabbed his collar.

Abraham was startled, dropping everything to the floor. "Mr. Mallory, please calm down!"

"How can I calm down? It's not your leg that's ruined!" Pierre's eyes were red with anger. It was as though he was about to devour him. "Go get Luca to do this."

"Who?" Abraham was secretly surprised. However, Johann had warned him beforehand, so when Luca's name was mentioned, he immediately pretended not to know her.

"Don't play dumb!" Pierre snapped. "I know Luca taught you dry needling. Get her to treat me."

Abraham was at a loss for words. Who told him all this? That person was simply causing trouble for him and Luca?

"Mr. Pierre, calm down. First, Ms. Craw isn't a doctor at our hospital." He freed his shirt from Pierre's grip.

He had a date after work, and now, his shirt was a mess. He lowered his head and shot a glance at Pierre, explaining, "Last time was a one-off, and Dr. Craw doesn't have a medical license. If she treats you again, it's possible that no effects will be seen. Worst-case scenario, it could make things worse."

After Abraham said that, he secretly apologized to Luca.

He had heard that Luca and Pierre did not get along. Therefore, he hoped downplaying her skills would help her.

Pierre saw through his act. "Stop lying. I know what Luca is capable of. If you don't get her here today, you'll regret it."

Abraham's expression darkened.

As an ordinary doctor, his fate at the hospital was influenced by the higher-ups.

However, he had Johann as a backer.

If Johann knew he was targeted by Pierre because of Luca, he would help him. Johann's word held more weight than Pierre's "I'm telling the truth, Mr. Mallory. If you don't believe me, there's nothing more I can say. if you're not satisfied With my dry needling treatment, you can file a complaint

They were in turn influenced by high-society folks like Pierre. Pierre could indeed make his life difficult.

in this hospital.

with our department head. Thank you."

Abraham bent down to pick up the needles from the floor while om muttering how unlucky he was under his breath. Then, he turned and walked away.

Pierre's expression was grim as he pressed the call button.

The head nurse quickly arrived. The nurses had been avoiding him lately, so during the day, it was always the head nurse handling his issues.

"Mr. Mallory, what's the matter?" asked the head nurse.

As time passed, Pierre's leg injury had mostly healed. He did not need as many injections, so she knew he was just trying to make trouble.

"I'd like to file a complaint," said Pierre.

The head nurse blinked his eyes. "A complaint? Against whom?"

The hospital had a complaint box, and inpatients were given survey forms before they got discharged to rate or complain about the medical staff.

"Against you doctors and nurses!" Pierre shouted impatiently. The head nurse frowned. She had seen many emotionally extreme patients.

However, Pierre was the epitome of the worst patient.

"Alright, I'll get you a complaint form," the head nurse immediately replied.

Twins In Her Womb: Sir President Please Be Gentle Chapter 3219-Nina Will Officially Become Mrs. Mallory The head nurse hurried back to the nurses' station.

Abraham was still there filling out forms. When the head nurse saw him, she quickly asked, "Dr. Wood, what happened to Mr. Mallory just now? Why is he filing a complaint?"

"Let him complain. It doesn't matter." Abraham paused for a moment. After he signed his name, he handed the form to the nurse. "Let him complain all he wants. He's always snapping at anyone he catches. I've never seen such a difficult patient." The other nurses nodded in agreement.

"I'm scared of him too. He's terrifying. If I have to deal with him a couple more times, I'd rather go back to my original department," said a young nurse.

"Oh, don't say that. You rarely come to this floor. You'll have to stick it out,"

replied the head nurse. Then, she said in a low voice, "He's getting discharged anyway."

"He's getting discharged? It'll be a long wait!" The young nurse frowned.

Typically, other patients with fractures would go home after having stitches removed or after a month in the hospital.

However, wealthy patients like Pierre would surely stay for two or even three months, possibly even staying for rehabilitation training in the hospital.

The nurse felt a headache coming on just thinking about it. Wealthy people really did not mind spending money on extended hospital stays.

Pierre did not care about the expenses, but it was a headache for the nurses.

"Head nurse, you'd better take this over quickly. Otherwise, he'll start yelling again soon," said the young nurse.

"Oh, right." The head nurse quickly took the complaint form and pen to Pierre.

Pierre wrote a doctor's name on the complaint form, and after stating his reasons, he said angrily, "Take this to the director's office."

"Mr. Pierre, we have a procedure for handling complaints," replied the head nurse. "Doesn't my status warrant skipping these procedures?" Pierre frowned.

He knew the hospital's rules, but he was dissatisfied. "Do I need to call your director directly?"

"No, it's alright. I'll take it over now," replied the head nurse. She was truly afraid of Pierre.

She was not the only one who feared him. The whole hospital was on edge because of Pierre.

First, there was Leia, who became infamous in the hospital. Now, Pierre had made the entire hospital staff fear him.

The head nurse hurried away.

Pierre then called Karen on the phone, "I told you to bring Luca over. How is it going?" Karen was startled for a moment. She glanced at Old Master Mallory.

She stood up, walked outside, and then replied, "I've arranged it. Pierre, just wait for a while longer." "I can't wait anymore!" Pierre wanted to get up and walk immediately.

"You have to wait, even if you can't!" Karen's tone grew firm. "You know as well who's backing that woman. You've got to wait it out, or we're all screwed!"

She was still planning things.

Since Luca was with Luke, she had to find a good opportunity.

"Useless! All of you are useless!" Pierre cursed loudly and hung up the phone.

Karen listened to the busy tone that came from the other end of the phone, her expression turning dark.

She quickly walked back at the thought of Old Master Mallory still being inside.

"Father, sorry about that. I had to take a call real quick," said Karen.

Old Master Mallory took a sip of tea and asked straightforwardly, "Was it Pierre?"

"No," Karen instinctively denied, feeling guilty about Luca's situation.

"I heard everything." Old Master Mallory frowned. He was suddenly suspicious.

"Are you plotting something with Pierre again?"

"Father, no, we weren't discussing anything. Pierre just got angry with me, so I instinctively denied it," Karen quickly explained, realizing her sense of guilt had been keenly picked up by Old Master Mallory.

"Is that all?" Old Master Mallory was unconvinced.

"Yes, that's it. Pierre is currently undergoing rehabilitation therapy, but the treatment isn't going well. That's why the child is in a bad mood," explained Karen.

"He's nearly thirty years old, and you still call him a child?" scolded Old Master Mallory. "You've spoiled him."

"Father, I…" Karen was suddenly at a loss for words.

It seemed like she had indeed spoiled him.

She had no choice but to admit it.

"All the trouble has been sorted out. Luckily, the mess you and Pierre caused didn't have a big impact on the Mallory family. I'm here today to remind you to live a good life and stop stirring up drama. If anything happens, don't blame me for not prioritizing family ties."

Old Master Mallory gave her his final warning.

Karen shuddered and turned to look at Old Master Mallory.

Still, she was unable to read anything from his eyes. She wondered if he already knew about her attempt to persuade Luca to perform dry needling on Pierre.

"What's on your mind?" asked Old Master Mallory, feeling displeased with her distraction.

"Father, I understand," replied Karen, Even though Pierre was mad at her, as a mother, she could not ignore her child's well-being. Therefore, even with this warning, these were things she still had to do.

Old Master Mallory narrowed his eyes. His aged eyes seemed to be able to see through Karen's thoughts.

She felt uneasy under his gaze. She shifted her sitting posture and asked, "Father, are you staying for lunch today? The maid here cooks pretty well."

"No need." Old Master Mallory shook his head.

"Okay," Karen still felt awkward. It was as though the old master could see right through her inner thoughts.

Old Master Mallory stared at Karen intensely. After a moment, he stood up with his cane. "I have other matters to attend to. I'll head back."

Karen let out a sigh of relief. "Okay, Father. Let me walk you out."

As they reached the door, Karen asked again, "Father, Percy is going to marry that woman. Do you plan to stop them?"

Old Master Mallory glared at her. "What are you trying to say?"

"I will never accept that daughter-in-law. I don't want to see them get married," replied Karen! She had received news from the hotel that Percy had already booked a venue and was planning for a banquet with a wedding planning

The wedding date was approaching.

However, Karen did not want Percy to marry Nina.

Once this wedding took place, it meant Nina would officially become Mrs.

Mallory, with all the rights and recognition that title brought.

It also meant that Percy would common Karen felt do used and resentful. When she recalled what Nina had said to her before, she felt uncomfortable.

It was like this now. If the wedding took place, Nina would be even more unscrupulous in the future.

"You might not accept it, but can you stop Percy?" Old Master Mallory had seen through everything now.

Karen shook her head. If she could stop it, she would have done so long ago.

She had even used Mallory Corporation as a threat, but Percy still insisted on being with Nina.

Moreover, he did not take her threats seriously. She had never succeeded.

Twins In Her Womb: Sir President Please Be Gentle Chapter 3220-Cook For Her Biological Daughter "But I don't want them to get married just like that," Karen muttered those words as she clenched her teeth. "Father, you must have a way to handle this."

"What can I do? It's your child. If you can't manage your own child, how do you expect an old man like me to help? How ridiculous you are!" Old Master Mallory's words made Karen's face flush with embarrassment and anger.

The truth was, neither of them had a solution.

After watching Old Master Mallory leave, Karen slammed the door shut.

She immediately called one of her subordinates. "How's the situation coming along?"

"Ma'am, it's proving difficult to kidnap Luca," reported the person on the other end. "Our guys found out that Luca has a driver driving her to and from work every day, and the driver is one of Luke's men. He's a real tough guy. Plus, Luca herself isn't easy to mess with. She knows how to throw a punch too." The man had done his homework.

Since this matter involved Luke, they had to proceed with caution.

"What's the point of having you around if you can't handle this?" Karen frowned, clearly displeased. "If she were an ordinary person, I wouldn't need you for this task." "Sorry, ma'am." The person on the other end fell silent.

"I don't want to hear excuses. Right now, pronto, ASAP! I want you to arrange for Luca's kidnapping. If you can't do it, find an organization that can!" Karen's tone was harsh.

Pierre was running out of patience. Karen was afraid that he might make things worse if he acted recklessly.

"Yes, ma'am!" replied the man. He understood the urgency and knew they would be in serious trouble if they did not handle this properly.

After the meeting with her research team, Luca rubbed her constantly twitching eyelid.

She had a bad premonition.

"Dr. Craw, are you okay?" asked Rhett when he noticed her rubbing her eyes incessantly. "My eyelid won't stop twitching." Luca blinked her eyes, trying to alleviate the discomfort.

She could not shake the feeling that something was wrong.

"You're probably just exhausted, replied Rhett. He noticed that her eyes were red from rubbing. "Why don't you go back to your office and rest for a bit?"

"Alright," Luca agreed, feeling fatigued. The morning's experiments had been intense, and the whole team had been busy with them before the meeting.

Her eyes had already started feeling uncomfortable during the meeting at the start of the day. She went back to her office and found her eye drops. After two drops to her right eye, she blinked a few times.

Just as she was about to rest, her phone that was left on the table rang.

Luca picked her phone up and realized it was Queenie who was calling.

She massaged her temples before answering, "Good afternoon, Mrs. Norman."

They had agreed that until her identity was fully restored, she would call Queenie 'Mrs. Norman' to avoid raising suspicions.

Due to the unusual circumstances, she had no choice but to do so.

"Luca, have you had lunch yet? Queenie's voice was soft but tinged with sadness.

Luca glanced at the clock and saw it was just noon. She did not answer Queenie's question but instead asked, "Mrs. Norman, did something happen?"

"Leia was sentenced this morning." Queenie's voice was filled with sorrow.

Despite all the wrongs Leia had done and the heartbreaks she had caused, Queenie had raised her for over 20 years. Seeing her go down the wrong path and end up getting sentenced was heartbreaking.

"Sentenced?" Luca had been so busy lately that she only briefly checked on Matysh's case yesterday and did not realize today was Leia's sentencing.

Luca felt a sudden pang of guilt for not keeping up with Queenie's news due to her busy schedule.

"Yes, Leia has made so many mistakes. She has to take responsibility for them,"

murmured Queenie.

Queenie had not been able to sleep for the past few nights, wondering if Leia's life would have been different if Jack had been the one to raise her.

At least, she would not have turned out this badly…

She realized that she had spoiled her daughter too much.

"Try to stay positive, Mrs. Norman," Luca comforted Queenie while quickly looking up Leia's sentencing on her computer.

Given her former celebrity status, the news had garnered a lot of attention.

Lela was sentenced to three years.

"Three years will pass in no time. If she can reflect and improve in prison, it might be a good thing," comforted Luca.

The prison offered a chance for rehabilitation, but Luca knew that with Leia's tarnished reputation, she would struggle to regain any standing after her release.

If Leia could become independent, her family might be able to find her a suitable job. Otherwise, she would have to rely on Jack.

"Yes, your father… Mr. Norman thinks the same. But I'd like to visit her before she gets transferred. Will you come with me, Luca?" asked Queenie. She knew that once Leia was moved from her current facility, it would be harder to see her.

In the future, even if she tried to visit Leia on her own initiative, it would be futile if Leia refused to see her Queenie also has a strong feeling that Leia would not want to see her.

That was why she wanted to visit Leia herself before she was moved to another location.

"Of course, Mrs. Norman. When do you want to go?" Luca agreed to accompany her.

Queenie's health was fragile, and having someone with her during the visit would be beneficial.

"I'd like to go this afternoon if that's possible. Mr. Norman said she' ll be transferred right after the sentencing, and I'm afraid we won't get to see her if we go too late," explained Queenie.

"Alright." Luca nodded. "Mrs. Norman, it might be better to use Luke's name."

Given the circumstances, Leia would likely refuse to see any of them, but she was once in love with Luke. Hence, using his name might increase the chances of a meeting.

Perhaps Leia would like to see him.

"Okay," Queenie understood, feeling even more guilty about her daughter as she recalled what happened back then.

After the call, Luca took a leave of absence from Mo and informed Rhett about the tasks for the afternoon.

She then had Warren drive her to Norman Residence.

Queenie was surprised to see Luca arrive so quickly and asked, "Why did you come over so soon? Have you had lunch?"

"No, not yet." Luca shook her head.

"You didn't have to rush. How about some pasta? I'll make you a bow!"

suggested Queenie ls she fed Luca to the dining table. "If I'd known you were coming so early, I would have waited to have lunch with you."

Queenie had already eaten lunch and felt awkward offering Luca the leftovers.

"Mrs. Norman, it's okay. Do you have any leftovers from lunch? I'll just haven a bit." Luca could see the wony etched on Queenie's face and the redness in her eyes. It tugged at her heartstrings.

"It's no trouble. Making you a bowl of pasta is the least I can do. It's been so many years…." Queenie trailed off, wanting to say that she had rarely cooked for her biological daughter.

However, with the housekeeper present, she kept some things unsaid.