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

"Do you have any concerns?" Luke asked, seeing her hesitant expression.

He knew her so well that he could even decipher what she was thinking about with just a microexpression.

Luca shook her head as she could not ask the question she had in mind. "It's nothing."

Luke's gaze sank, but he did not press on. "Let's go. We're going to be late if we leave any later."

Luca nodded and left the house with him.

Luke drove, and when they passed the villa's entrance, Luca noticed that the contractor of the villa next door was

already embellishing the door.

She said softly, "Is the renovation work next door almost completed?"

"Mm, Louis and the others will soon be moving in." Luke took a glance and continued to drive toward the entrance

of the community.

"Louis?" Luca looked at him. 'The villa is Louis'?'

Luke nodded in answer.

Luca did not say anything. 'He planned all these on purpose...'

He first arranged for her to move to the villa, then he moved in. Not long after, the children moved in as well, while

Louis and Yuri would soon live next door.

For a moment, Luca thought that she had returned to her previous life.

She was living at Crawford Manor with Luke and the kids at the time. Louis had just started a family and given up his

old ways. He lived a happy life with Yuri.

Unfortunately, it was all an illusion.

Luca looked at the road ahead, it was leading to T Corporation. The car kept going forward, just like how her life

could not go back to how it was in the past. ...

On the other hand.

Crawford Manor had no peace early in the morning.

Old Master Crawford invited some friends to go out for morning tea. Since the master of the house was gone,

Susan and Allison fought first thing in the morning.

Louis did not want to get involved in their feud and left with his wife and daughter.

In the end, Allison and Susan did not reach a conclusion with their fight. It was the butler and the maid who

forcefully separated them.

Since it was office hours, the butler did not notify Luke and settled the matter himself.

Allison angrily went back to the bedroom and called Luke six times in a row, all of which went straight to voicemail.

"Damn it, there's no place for me in this house!"

She wanted to pack up and take out her suitcase. However, she paused what she was doing. She thought that if she

left, it would make life easier for Susan.

Even if she had somewhere to go, she could not give this home to Susan.

Allison calmed herself down, sat on the bed, and left a message to Luke. [If you don't come back tonight to bring

me justice, you can wait to bury my body. I can't stay in this house anymore.]

After she texted him, she sat on the chair and picked up the herbal concoction prescribed by Luca that the maid

had just sent to her room.

She got a whiff of the strong medicinal smell, remembered the unpleasant taste, and frowned in disgust.

She did not want to drink such an unpleasant concoction.

Knock, knock. There was a knock on her bedroom door.

"Who is it?" Allison put the concoction at the side in disgust.

"Madam Allison, Madam Mallory is downstairs. She's looking for you." The maid's voice came from outside the

bedroom.

"Madam Mallory? Did she say why she's looking for me?" Allison did not open the door and just stood behind the

door to ask. She knew Madam Mallory, but they were not close.

To be precise, because of her identity, Madam Mallory had always looked down on her in their social circle. She had

a better relationship with Susan because Susan was the legal wife.

Even though she was the one who gave birth to the heir to the Crawford family, in those people's mouths, she was

nothing but a mistress who lived in Crawford Manor by relying on her son.

If Luke was no one special, the Crawford family would want nothing to do with her.

That was how Madam Mallory saw her from the beginning, so Allison felt no need to bootlick nor befriend her.

They were never close, so Allison did not go down immediately, thinking that she came to visit out of the blue to

make fun of her.

Allison looked at herself in the mirror. Her skin did not get better even after she applied and consumed the

concoction.

Allison would never allow herself to meet outsiders with her face like this so as not to be laughed at.

"Uh... she didn't say why," the maid said.

Hearing that, Allison did not give it much thought before she said, "If she didn't say anything, it means that all is

well. Tell her I'm not feeling well and I can't meet her. If there's something she wants to talk to me about, have her

call me."

The maid was taken back as she thought that it was not the best response.

She had worked for the Crawford family for many years, so she knew about the relationship between the Crawford

and Mallory families. Allison acting up might harm the relationship between the two families.

"Okay, Ma'am." The maid understood and knew that Allison would not meet Madam Mallory no matter what. She

returned downstairs and politely said to Madam Mallory, who was sitting in the living room, "Madam Mallory, I'm

sorry. Madam Allison is not feeling well. She won't be able to meet you today."

Madam Mallory frowned.

Susan, who sat beside Madam Mallory, snorted coldly and exposed her. "She's not feeling well? She was just yelling

at everyone like a shrew but she's suddenly not feeling well now? I think that she's just embarrassed to meet our

guest with that ugly face of hers. "

The maid was not sure how to react seeing how ruthless Susan was. It was said to not wash one's dirty linen in

public, but the two could not wait to publicize their nonsense.

It had gone on for over 20 years, and it had no signs of stopping.

Madam Mallory heard her, put the teacup on the coffee table, and said gracefully, "She's sick?"

"Didn't you hear?" Susan pushed the plate of baked goods toward her and gossiped, "Her face is horrendous-

looking now. She looks like an old witch, so, of course, she doesn't dare to meet anyone. Her own grandchildren

would get frightened and cry when they see her."

Madam Mallory frowned. She did not pay much attention to Allison's news. Susan and the others were all socialites,

but she was different from them and had a career of her own. Even if the Mallory family's affairs were all handled

by Percy, she was still busy handling company affairs.

Naturally, she was not bothered with gossip as such.

"That sounds scary. Why doesn't she go seek treatment?" Madam Mallory asked.

"What treatment? There's nothing that plastic surgeons can do. She can only wait to die." Susan talked about

Allison's illness triumphantly. She asked, "By the way, didn't you always look down on her before? Why do you want

to meet her all of a sudden?"

"It's because of Luke." When Madam Mallory mentioned Luke, she was reminded of what had happened last night.

He was a junior who did not respect her, seeing as how he had arrogantly protected that woman.

She had to tell the Crawford family about this, so she thought of going to Allison.

Even though Allison was mistress, she was also a sensible person. She would never let Luke be without saying

anything.

When Susan heard that it involved Luke, she realized from Madam Mallory's expression that there was more to the

matter. Hence, she became interested.