Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle

"What about the other option?" Gerald asked.

"Although the tumor is still small at the moment and doesn't seem to pose an immediate threat, there's always a risk of rupture. So, the second treatment option would be surgery to remove the patient's tumor.

"This is a surgical method and carries certain risks, but in the long run, it's safer for the patient. It depends on the family's decision," the doctor explained the second treatment suggestion, which essentially meant hospitalization.

"This isn't something I can decide alone. I need to discuss it with my family." Gerald realized that making a decision about surgery would be complicated. That was why he did not make the decision for Stan.

"Well, discuss it with your family first. Let us know when you've made a decision. For now, we'll transfer the patient to the Neurosurgery Department in the hospital. The family needs to complete the admission procedures and make the payment."

The doctor replied as he handed Gerald the hospital admission form.

Gerald took the form and handed it directly to Luke. "You're the employer, and this accident happened at your place. You should handle the payment."

Luke raised an eyebrow and said, "Fine. Anyway, Mr. Muller must've been given a scare by those two thieves. Later, I'll have the police hold those two accountable. They'll cover all the medical expenses."

His words made Gerald's expression change.

Why did Luke keep mentioning Jacob and Harold in front of him?

Did he know something?

That could not be. They never contacted each other while working for Abel so as to not raise any suspicion. If one of them got into trouble, they would deal with it separately and would not implicate each other.

Luke took Stan’s identification card from Luca. She found it before she left the house.

When Luke was ready to go pay, he turned around and said to Gerald, "But I wonder if those two made it out alive."

What did he mean?!

Gerald almost blurted out the words, but he clenched his teeth and held back.

He could not do that. It would only raise suspicion.

Gerald shifted his gaze to Luca, planning to fish for information from her later.

Luke glanced at Luca and then left to pay. Luca followed him out of the doctor's office.

Gerald hurriedly followed them. When he cclose to Luca, he glanced around. It was late at night, and there were not many people in the hospital. He decided to ask, "How much do you know about what happened tonight?"

"Who are you?" Luca pretended not to recognize him.

"We're from the splace." Gerald could not help but feel anxious. Why was she saying this now? If Luke cback, he would not be able to tease the information out of her.

He realized that Luke was keeping a close eye on Luca, making it difficult for him to get any information out of her.

"Splace? I don't know what you're talking about. If you're going crazy, go somewhere else." Luca continued to act cautious. She walked to the other side, refusing to engage with him.

Gerald was infuriated by this woman's attitude. He stomped his foot, cforward to Luca, and said, "I’m working for Abel. He’s your boss too. We both belong to the..."

He did not finish his sentence.

Of course, Luca knew he was from the Island of Despair. Even though Gerald had mentioned it, she could not immediately believe him. She used suspicion to buy stfor herself.

"Hmph, should I believe you just because you say so? Why haven't I seen you before?" asked Luca.

At this industry networking event, she had seen many Caucasian faces working for Abel.

However, she had never seen these Caucasian faces on the Island of Despair.

Thus, she wanted to know if Abel had gathered a group of people locally for concentrated training to work for him or if he used external recruitment to get these people to help him.

After all, she had not heard of any other training bases on the Island of Despair before.

Gerald was annoyed when he saw her being like this.

Even though people from the Island of Despair were supposed to remain vigilant, he was clearly from the Island of Despair himself. Why was it so difficult for her to communicate with him?

"Nowadays, not all people from the Island of Despair cdirectly from there, do you understand?" Gerald could only say this much. He had also looked into the Island of Despair and thought he had a chance to be trained there.

However, Abel had said that his physique and qualifications were not suitable, so he could only do tasks for him after ssimple training.

Even though he had to take the poison, the hefty monthly payout and the assurance of an antidote each month made him more than willing to work for the Island of Despair.

"You were hired externally?"

Luca felt relieved when she found out about this possibility. She found it more acceptable than the idea of other training bases on the Island of Despair. External recruits would be easier to deal with.

"Yes. Although we're external hires, we're also official members. We've received sbasic training. Also, the drug you're supposed to take, we take it too. Do you believenow?"

Gerald wanted to fish for information, but instead, Luca managed to get all the information out of him.

"Well, I believe you now." Luca nodded slowly and secretly let out a cold snort. He really was an external recruit, utterly defenseless.

Perhaps it was not that he was defenseless but Gerald just knew she was from the Island of Despair. That was why he did not feel any danger in being trapped in conversation with her.

Nevertheless, this was still a gain. At least she knew how these Caucasians working for Abel came about.

"Can you tellwhat happened?" Gerald asked again. "How did my uncle fall? And why did they fail such a simple task?"

"From what you're saying, the intruders are our people?" Luca pretended to be surprised, indicating that she knew nothing.

"I don't know how Stan fell. When I went downstairs, he was already on the ground. But after I fell asleep, the alarm went off, and Mr. Crawford said he was going downstairs to see what happened. He askedto stay upstairs.

"So, I don't know what happened downstairs."

"He asked you to stay upstairs, and you just stayed? You're working for the boss, not for that man! What's the matter? Did his pretty face make you forget where you're from?"

Gerald was frustrated by her response. He felt like he had gained nothing. He vented all his anger about the failed mission and Stan's accident on Luca.

Luca's expression darkened, and she reminded him in a gloomy tone, "My mission is to stay close to him and gain his trust. Besides, the boss didn't tellabout any other mission. That's why I didn't know those intruders downstairs were his men."

"If I didn't listen to Luke and went downstairs, the plan the boss has been planning for over three years would fail should we be exposed. While you're here blaming me, I'd like to ask if you'd be able to handle the responsibility if that happened?"

Gerald frowned, realizing that Luca did not know anything.

At least he knew Abel did not tell her about this mission.

With the mission failing and no one to back him up, Gerald could not help but wonder how the mission failed.

"Alright, alright. Don't blme for my tone. The mission's a bust right now, and there's no escaping it for any of us," replied Gerald.

"It's you who can't escape. It has nothing to do with me. I didn't participate in this mission," Luca articulated her words cleanly and eloquently.

Gerald felt even more frustrated.