Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle

Chapter 653

Chapter 653 One Can Tell That They Are Mother and Daughter At First Glance!

Jack Norman tried to make himself seem as approachable as possible, but he could not totally shed his air as an influential politician.

Bianca was intimidated fora short while, perhaps because of Jack's stern expression.

She subconsciously huddled closer toward Queenie.

Queenie thought that Jack had frightened Bianca, so she frowned at him.

Then, she held Bianca's hand and brought her to the seat next to hers. "You can sit here, Bea. Don't be a stranger here. You can treat it as your own house."

Old Mr. Norman was dressed in formal wear. He seemed to be in good spirits.

He smiled at Bianca while pointing at the seat next to his. "Queenie, let Bea sit beside me. I love to talk to young people," he said to Queenie.

Ever since Old Mr. Norman found out that Bianca was his granddaughter, he had hoped to see her someday.

Queenie and Bianca had not done their DNA test yet, but he could tell that Queenie and Bianca were mother and daughter. No one would doubt that.

Now that his granddaughter was going to stay over at the Norman residence, Old Mr. Norman came from his house very early in the morning to meet her.

"It doesn't matter where she sits. It's just lunch. Why does it matter so much?" Old Mrs. Norman seemed awkward.

She remembered how she had made things difficult for Bianca because of Leia.

She had mocked and dressed down Bianca because she thought that Bianca was Leia's love rival, but she did not expect that Bianca was actually her granddaughter!

However, before the DNA test report confirmed it, she would not recognize Bianca as her granddaughter. After all, they had been fooled once by Julie Anderson!

To be frank, Old Mrs. Norman was not fond of Bianca. Bianca was candid and stubborn, unlike Leia, who was docile and knew how to sweet-talk. Between the two girls, she preferred Leia.

Leia hugged Old Mrs. Norman's elbow and said sweetly, "Elder Sister is the guest of honor today, Grandma. She can sit wherever she wants."

Bianca knew that Old Mrs. Norman was not fond of her.

Seeing that Old Mrs. Norman, who was sitting beside her husband, was not too happy, Bianca sat down next to Queenie and looked at him apologetically, "Grandpa, I'll sit next to Aunt Queenie. We can chat another time..."

Bianca began to feel awkward for accepting the invitation without thinking twice. However, she was anxious to get away from Allison.

She knew that Queenie was her birth mother, but before they formally recognized each other, it seemed presumptuous for her to stay in someone else's house.

She frowned, wondering if she should go back.

"No problem, whatever you say!" Old Mr. Norman was happy that Bianca called her "Grandpa," even though he knew that she did so out of respect.

The other two young people at the dining table observed Bianca curiously.

The male was in his mid-twenties. He looked handsome, elegant, and bookish.

Meanwhile, the female was a few years younger. She did not look gentle, but instead, she had a plucky demeanor, unlike most other women of her age.

They noticed that Bianca was looking at them, and they nodded at her and smiled.

Queenie enthusiastically introduced the two young people to Bianca. "They are Leia's cousins, Lionel Norman and Selena Norman. Lionel is working as a deputy division leader in the Department of Foreign Affairs, while Selena is working on her doctorate. She studies Russian, and she often works as a simultaneous interpreter." "Nice to meet you! I'm Selena. Aunt Queenie mentions you often, and she says that you have an outstanding character. Indeed, you're beautiful and extraordinary!" Selena has a candid and outgoing character. She stretched out a palm toward Bianca.

Queenie and Selena might not be mother and daughter, but they shared a close relationship. Queenie would treat her as her daughter and tell her everything.

A few days ago, Selena saw that her aunt was very excited. She had finally found her birth daughter.

Selena could not believe it until Queenie brought Bianca home, and Selena saw Bianca in the flesh.

Indeed, Bianca looked very similar to her aunt.

Bianca shook hands with Selena sheepishly. "Aunt Queenie is exaggerating. I'm not as good as she says. Unlike you, it's amazing that you're already a simultaneous interpreter at such a young age."

She shot a glance at the young man named Lionel and could not help but think that the siblings were amazing. At a young age, Lionel was already a deputy division leader, while Selena was a simultaneous interpreter.

Leia seemed unremarkable compared to them.

It was the first tBianca and Selena met each other, but they found a lot in common and chatted happily.

Lionel would occasionally interject. He did not say much, but his quips were humorous and made the people around the dining table laugh. Even the usually stern Mr. Norman was smiling.

Leia wanted to cut in. However, the other young people were chatting about philosophy, economics, and art history, and she could not get a word in. All she could do was gulp down her juice to hide her embarrassment.

Lunch was soon served. It was a tantalizing spread.

Bianca was surprised that the dishes placed in front of her were her favorites.

She could not help but turn to look at Queenie.

Queenie undid her apron and smiled lovingly. "Ms. Lang did most of the cooking today, while I cooked the dishes in front of you. I'm not a good cook, but I hope that you'll like my cooking. Won't you give them a try?"

She had secretly investigated Bianca's personal life, including her favorite food. That was why she made those dishes for lunch.

She felt sorry for Bianca because Bianca was so skinny.

Jack picked up a spoonful of sauteed mushrooms and filled Bianca's plate.

"You should eat more. You shouldn't be too skinny..." he said gently.

"Mm," Bianca was perplexed. She ate sof the mushrooms and said emotionally, "Thank you, Uncle Jack and Aunt Queenie. The food is delicious."

Queenie and Jack smiled as they looked at Bianca. They felt very satisfied.

Somewhere in the outskirts of Moscow.

A tall and beautiful woman brought a man in a lab coat, wearing a mask, and carrying a medical briefcase into a sparsely furnished room.

She fixed her gaze upon a faint spot of light on the wall for five seconds, and a section of the floor gave way, revealing a flight of carved stone steps that led deep underground.

The two people went down the stairs and arrived at a dimly lit room.

The room was spacious and extravagantly furnished.

On the bed in the middle of the room was a handsbut thin man. His head was wrapped in thick bandages. He was unconscious, and his face was pale.

Even so, his sculpted features were breathtaking...