Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle

Chapter 3041

She did not stick around with the Mallory family for such a long time, enduring years of loneliness, just to be a tool.

"You don't have to tellwhat to do. Since you have the time, why don't you sort out those past matters of yours that are still unclear? How do you expect others to view the Mallory family if you leave things hanging like this?"

Pierre replied indifferently as he listened to her lecture.

Karen's heart could not help but feel uneasy. She felt uncomfortable being complained about by her own son. As she looked at the stack of files, she rose to her feet and said, "Go on with your work. I'm going back."

Pierre could not be bothered to remind Karen to keep herself safe on her way back. Instead, he picked up a file and said, "Tell my assistant to cin."

Karen pursed her lips. She felt wronged in front of her youngest son but could not bring herself to lay that grievance on him. Thus, she quickly walked out of the ward.

Pierre's assistant and nurse stood not far from the ward door.

Karen first said to the assistant, "Mr. Pierre has something to discuss with you. Go in."

"Yes, Madam." The assistant nodded and quickly entered the ward.

Karen then walked to the nurse and whispered to her, "Take good care of him. If anything happens, look for the doctor. Don't let him push himself too hard."

She knew her son too well. If they kept him lying in the hospital bed, he might resist, and he would even try to get up.

"Yes, Madam," the nurse understood and immediately replied.

After Karen left, the nurse was about to return to Pierre's ward. Before she pushed the door open, she heard a thunderous rage coming from inside.

"What kind of lousy plan did you cup with? Do you think they'll hand over the project to our company with such a plan?"

The nurse shivered for a moment. She had just started her night shift yesterday.

When she arrived, Pierre was already asleep. Therefore, she did not really get a good read on his temperament.

Now, it seemed that this patient had a bad temper.

The nurse secretly pondered whether she would get an increment in salary for taking care of a patient with such a bad temper.

After a while, the assistant who had just entered cout holding a messy pile of files. He looks quite disheveled now, especially when compared to a moment ago.

He shot a glance at the nurse. Then, he squatted down to organize the files on the floor. Once he was done, he left without saying a word.

The nurse was frightened by his appearance, but considering she was just a nurse, any dissatisfaction the patient had would not be taken out on her. Thus, she mustered the courage to enter the ward.

After a while, a voice cfrom the ward. "Are you trying to roastalive?"

The nurse shook her head as she passed by the ward door. She recalled what the night shift nurse said yesterday and furrowed her brows.

It would take at least two months for a patient with a fracture to recover and be discharged. Considering Pierre's surgery time, there was still more than a month before the cast could be removed.

She could not help but mutter, "Being a nurse is really tough."

...

After Karen left the hospital, she went to the Mallory Estate to check on Silas' condition.

In the villa, two men stood at the door of a bedroom.

It was a room without a balcony, and the windows had bars. They kept Silas in this room. They respectfully greeted Karen when they saw her walk toward them, "Madam Mallory."

"Is he in there?" asked Karen.

"Yes, he's in there," replied the man. Their current task was to keep an eye on Silas and make sure he did not escape.

Silas seemed to have accepted this fact now. Since the place he was staying was decent, he had decided to enjoy it rather than attempt an escape.

Silas could not help but shudder when he heard Karen's conversation with the men outside the room. He recalled how Karen had slapped him in the face that day.

The woman who had always been gentle in his memory had suddenly transformed into a fierce warrior. Not only was she capable of throwing punches, but she was seemingly inclined to break limbs. Silas could not help but feel intimidated.

The crucial point was that he knew if he did not have svalue to Karen, he might not be alive now.

If someone were to say that Karen was capable of murder, Silas would have no doubt about it.

The door to the room was swung open. Silas was sitting on the European-style leather sofa. He watched Karen, who was elegantly dressed, walk toward him. His legs could not help but tremble.

It was too terrifying...

Karen stood there, her posture straight. When she was not in her feisty, brawling mode, she remained elegant, resembling a sophisticated woman.

She looked down at Silas. A hint of disdain flashed across her eyes as she said, “Did you guys prepare the living essentials for him when I asked you to? He looks so untidy."

The man who followed her glanced at the stubble above Silas' lips and frowned in disgust. Silas was indeed unkempt, and he seemed to be causing them trouble.

"Madam, we prepared a razor for him, but he didn't use it..." explained the man. They had prepared basic daily necessities, but Silas chose not to use them. What could they do?

"M-My face is swollen..." Silas mumbled unclearly due to the swelling on both sides of his face.

The swelling on his face made even the slightest touch painful. He had not shaved because it would be a torment for him.

Moreover, he had becaccustomed to being untidy over the years.

"Your face is swollen, but is your brain swollen too?" Karen looked at him with disgust, particularly at his greasy and clumped-together hair.

Silas could clearly see the disdain on Karen's face. His pride took a bit of a hit, but he dared not to say anything out of fear.

Feeling disgusted, Karen commanded, "Both of you, wash his hair and shave him."

The two men guarding Silas widened their eyes. They had to serve this man?

"Madam..." One of the men hesitated as he was reluctant to do so.

They were grown men...

"Are you doing this or not? He's dirty enough to offend my eyes." Karen shot him a glare. She knew they were reluctant to do so, but there was no way she could talk to Silas like this.

The two men reluctantly guided Silas into the bathroom.

After a while, Silas' screams, like the sharp squeal of a pig being slaughtered, echoed from the bathroom. "Ouch, it hurts. Stop it, it hurts!"

Karen looked at everything in the bedroom with disgust. Even though it appeared clean, the thought of Silas sitting or lying in this place made her feel repulsed. She would rather stand than sit.

Before Silas walked out of the bathroom, her phone started ringing.

Karen picked up her phone and glanced at it, feeling a thrill. She immediately answered, "Did you find the person?"

"Yes, I found her. The person the nurse was talking about is Luca Craw," replied the man on the other end of the line.

Karen was taken aback for a moment. She frowned. "Are you sure it's Luca Craw?"

Last night, she tried to bribe the nurse with money to reveal the genius who was skilled in dry needling techniques.

However, the nurse refused to take the money, and Karen did not get a chance to ask.

Thus, she sent someone else to investigate.

"Positive," the man on the phone confirmed.

After receiving the order, he went to find the nurse today. The nurse worked the night shift and returned hduring the day. Living alone made the nurse an easy target for the man to follow and question her.

He broke into her house and intimidated her, causing her to spill everything.