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

Chapter 1091 Heart-Rending Cry

The room was quiet save for Shanks occasionally flipping the pages. The siblings did not do anything.

An hour later, the effects of the anesthesia wore off, and Bianca slowly came to.

She opened her eyes with much difficulty. She could feel pain all over her body.

Noticing Bianca's movements, Shanks put the magazine away, glanced at the drip bottle, and looked at her. "How

do you feel?"

Without the effects of the anesthesia, Bianca thought that her entire body was in pain. She opened her lips slightly

and found that they were numb." Hurts."

Bianca's weakness lasted for only one second. She remembered that she had just delivered and asked, "Where is

my child?" "The operation was successful. The child is with Abel,” Shanks replied.

Bianca took a deep breath. After bearing the baby for nine months, she did not have the right to carry the baby in

her arms.

"It's a girl," Abel said.

Silent tears flowed down Bianca's face when she thought that the baby girl could not remain by her side.

Shanks frowned when he saw the tears. He wiped them away with a napkin and said, "You shouldn't let your

wounds get wet." 'Wounds?' Bianca lifted her hand and realized that her face was covered in bandages.

"My face..." She opened her eyes wide and stared at Shanks. She had an ominous feeling about it.

"Abel ordered me to change your face," Shanks said, "I didn't want to put you under so many times, so I did the

procedure together with your C- section."

Bianca put her hand down defeatedly and closed her eyes.

Without knowing it, she had become a stranger even to herself.

"Miss..." Eler’s heart wrenched when she saw Bianca behaving like that. She wanted to comfort her.

Shanks stood up and replaced the empty drip bottle with a new one. "She's no longer at risk now. Come and look

for me if anything happens." "Yes!" Eler nodded and watched Shanks leave the room.

Bianca opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling. The paint on the ceiling was peeling because of long-term

neglect. She imagined that her face was also like the ceiling.

"Eler," Bianca called out weakly. Her strength had not returned since the operation.

"Yes, Miss. I'm here." Eler wiped away a tear.

"Is there a mirror?" Bianca asked.

Eler hesitated when she saw the bandages on Bianca's face.

Bianca knew what Eler was thinking. She continued, "Get me a mirror. I'd like to take a look." "Yes." Eler took a

mirror from the bathroom and handed it to Bianca. "Your face is covered in bandages, Miss."

Bianca took the mirror with trembling hands and brought it in front of her face.

She wanted to see what Shanks had done to her face.

Other than her eyes, nostrils, and mouth, every other facial feature was tightly wrapped in bandages. Bianca could

not see anything.

In other words, Shanks might have changed her entire face.

"Miss..." Eler could not bear to watch. She felt that it was too cruel.

"I'm fine." Bianca put the mirror down and tried to bear with the pain. She continued, "Were you waiting for me

outside the operating theater?"

"Yes, Miss. We didn't move away, even a single step." Eler nodded.

"Did you see the child?" Bianca asked.

Eler and Amur looked at each other and fell silent for a few seconds before Eler answered, "Yes, but the kitchen

lady brought her away. She didn't let us carry her." "How does she look?" Bianca was on the verge of a breakdown.

She was forced to separate from the baby moments after her birth.

"She is fair and cute. Unlike other children, she doesn't cry. When we went closer to take a look, she even smiled at

us. She's a good girl, Miss." Eler tried to recall what she had seen earlier.

They wanted to make Bianca happy.

"She has an elder sister. Her name is Rainie." Bianca closed her eyes. Her lips were trembling. ' Her sister is as

pretty as her. When I gave birth to Rainie, I didn't get to carry her either."

Eler did not know about Bianca's past. When she heard that, she could not help but comfort Bianca, "I don't know

what happened to your past, Miss, but we're on the same island now. Even though your daughter is with Boss, you

should be able to see her again, won't you?"

Bianca blinked. Indeed, what Eler said was true. They were on the same island.

However, she would rather the child be somewhere else instead of being held hostage by Abel.

Bianca did not want to let the child go. As long as the child was in Abel's hands, Bianca would have to listen to Abel

and do his bidding.

From now on, she had become Abel's puppet.

"Boss!" Amur, standing guard at the door, called out loudly when he saw Abel approach. He was also warning the

people in the room.

Bianca was surprised when she heard that Abel was coming. She could feel the hatred in her heart grow.

Abel came into the room with a crying child in his arms.

"Your child is such a bother, Bianca," Abel said. He knew that the newborn baby was very fragile and dared not do

anything rough to stop her from crying. After all, it would not be as fun if something happened to the child.

Bianca could hear the baby crying as though she was calling for her.

She closed her eyes and ignored Abel, even though she yearned to see the baby.

Abel could guess what Bianca was thinking when he saw her defiant expression. He laughed and said, "Bianca, are

you really neglecting your child?" "Take her away." Bianca could feel her heart bleeding when she said those words.

She wanted to see her child very much, but she could not.

If Abel knew that she cared for the child, he would be able to exert more control on her.

Bianca did not want that.

Abel brought the wailing baby next to the bed. "Tsk tsk tsk, look at how pathetic she is. She's complaining that her

mother is neglecting her after she's born."

Bianca gripped the bed sheets tightly. She wished that she could cover her ears so that she did not have to listen to

Abel or the crying baby.

The child's heart-rending wails were like a sharp blade that stabbed her heart repeatedly.

Amur stood by the door. He could not bear to watch that.

As though sensing what he was thinking, Eler shot him a glance and shook her head, warning him not to act rashly.