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

"If you're willing to tell the truth, I'll take the needle out," murmured Luca. She knew how much pain Stan was enduring, but she also knew that this amount of pain would not kill anyone.

Stan listened to Luca's words, but the pain made it impossible for him to think. At the stime, he dared not to compromise. He just kept saying, "It hurts, it hurts so much. Oh, it hurts. Help. It's killing me..." Stan screamed wildly, but Luca paid no attention.

The soundproofing in this old mansion was done very well. Even though the alarm outside could be heard from the inside, the sounds from inside could not easily transmit to the outside because they had already closed all the doors and windows of the house.

Now, they were essentially in a sealed space.

Stan continued to scream in agony for several minutes.

Luke grew increasingly impatient and muttered, "I really want to shut him up." Luca reminded him helplessly, "Just one needle can make him mute, but if we do that, how can we make him confess?" Luke nodded. Stan still needed him to talk. That was why he did not ask Luca to make Stan shut up.

Luca's gaze fell back on Stan. She was not the type to resort to coercion.

However, this time, Stan had put her and Luke in a dangerous situation. If she did not act, she would feel sorry for herself and Luke.

Fortunately, Luke was prepared this time. If they were not prepared, they might have already been discovered by Abel, and their daughter would have been in danger.

As Luca thought about their daughter, she pulled out another needle and pricked it directly into Stan's stomach.

"Ah!" Stan let out a piercing scream.

Luca said coldly, "Still not talking?" Stan writhed in pain, but his limbs were tied, so he could only awkwardly shift into various positions on the bed as he tried to curl up.

Luca warned, "If the third needle goes in, it'll only get worse. Are you still refusing to talk?" "I'll talk, I'll talk!" Stan immediately replied.

Luca's hand that was holding the needle paused. She looked at the person in front of her indifferently. "Go on." Luke looked at Luca in front of him. Even though he found her somewhat unfamiliar, he was not surprised.

Luca had been on the Island of Despair for more than three years, and she had changed a lot.

She beclike this because she was forced to.

If Luca had continued to be weak on the Island of Despair, the enemies would have been cruel to her and their daughter. Luca had to protect their daughter and herself.

Hence, she becwhat she was now. Luke felt sorry for her but could not do anything about it.

Luca did all this without an expression on her face.

Her strength and ruthlessness toward the enemy made Luke's heart break even more.

It was his failure to protect Luca that led her to her current state.

Luke felt guilty deep inside...

Stan slowly spoke up, "I-I don't know who my superior is. | was arranged to work here by my nephew." Stan spoke intermittently due to the pain. Luca removed one needle and left one to ensure Stan continued telling the truth.

"Back then, | was looking for a job as a butler, and one of my nephews found out about it. He recommendedto work here, claiming that he could helpforge a resto impress the employer and gethired.

"But he also had a condition for his help—I had to occasionally assist him with ssmall tasks, which I couldn't refuse..." With one needle removed, Stan sped up a little.

The pain persisted, but it was not as intense as before.

"Who's your nephew?" Luca could not help but ask.

Stan looked like a powerless middle-aged man, so Luca had her doubts about him being associated with the Island of Despair.

The Island of Despair was not just any organization. Even the middle-aged folks there were skilled in combat, their skills far surpassing most outsiders.

Even a boxing champion might not stand a chance against them. While Luca suspected Stan's ties to the Island of Despair, she did not entirely rule out the possibility. After all, anything was possible.

For instance, what if Stan was really good at putting on a show? "My nephew's nis Gerald. | don't know if he's part of any organization. This whole thing was his idea," explained Stan.

"Details," Luke said in a calm voice.

"Ouch..." Stan winced in pain. He regretted following his nephew's instructions and shutting off the infrared alarm. If he had not done that, he would not be suffering like this.

He had worked for the Crawford family for so many years, and he had never made a mistake. Even though his credentials were forged, that did not matter much. Wealthy families like the Crawfords valued the bond between masters and their helpers.

Now, Stan regretted It all. He never imagined there to be such tricks.

Not only would he lose his job, but his life might also be in danger.

When Luca saw him genuinely struggling with the pain, she slightly withdrew the needle. She did not entirely remove it but pulled it back just enough to lessen the pain.

Stan watched her and finally let out a sigh of relief. He could handle this level of pain.

Thus, he went on to explain in detail, "My nephew said he knew you guys were coming, so he askedto keep an eye on you. He wantedto see if you moved anything out of the car or if you had touched the car after coming back.

"He mentioned that there's something valuable in your car, and he's been a bit tight on cash lately, so he wanted to borrow it... Um, steal it. He wantedto turn off the surveillance cameras and alarm before going to bed, but | refused.

"Then, he threatened me, saying if | didn't do what he said, he'd spill the beans about the forged resume. | had no choice. Truth is, I've always taken good care of things in the house. This is the first the's askedto do something like this.

"I was confused and scared, so | caved in. It's all my fault. Mr. Crawford, please don't involve the cops. I've really messed up..." As Luca listened to Stan's confession, she exchanged a glance with Luke.

It was likely that Stan's words were true.

Luke suddenly remembered Stan's phone. He took it out, pressed it against Stan's thumb, and successfully unlocked it. He pulled up the call log.

Indeed, he had several calls with someone whose contact was saved as 'Nephew' today.

Stan had also spoken with that person at night.

This confirmed what Stan had just said.

Luke looked at him with a cold gaze and said, "I'm going to call him now. Keep your mouth shut and don't say a word." Stan blinked his eyes.

Luca, who was worried that Stan would say something, held a pillow over his mouth.

Stan did not make a sound because he was aware that even if his nephew knew about his current situation, he would not cto rescue him.

Instead, it would only give his nephew a chance to escape.

Hence, Stan now realized that only by obeying Luke's orders did he have a chance of survival.

Luke dialed the number.

After several rings, the call was connected.