Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle

"Don't worry, I promise I won't harm you this time. Even if our cooperation fails, I won't do anything to you," Abel reassured him.

"Where are you in the hospital?" Pierre's heart stirred. He had no choice but to rely on Karen.

Deep down, though, he knew Karen was unreliable.

Relying on her was worse than relying on the person he was about to cooperate with!

"I'm in the hospital cafeteria right now. Not inside but facing the parking lot," said Abel as he glanced around at his surroundings.

The hospital at night was far less lively than during the day, and the cafeteria had no food at this hour. As such, there were hardly any people around.

"Wait for me." Pierre hung up the phone and shouted loudly at the door, "Come in!"

The ward was well soundproofed, and Elena had closed the door tightly. That was why she did not hear Pierre's voice.

Pierre frowned and had no choice but to continue yelling loudly, "Come in!"

This time, Elena heard it and quickly poked her head in. "Mr. Pierre, did you call me?"

"Who else would I call? Are you deaf? Do I have to shout so many times?" Pierre looked displeased.

Elena pushed the door open, walked in, and immediately explained, "The soundproofing in the ward is excellent. I couldn't hear anything..." Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

"Get the wheelchair ready." Pierre was too lazy to argue with her. He just wanted to go see Abel now.

"Okay." Elena unfolded the wheelchair from the corner and pushed it to the bedside. "Do you need to go to the toilet?"

Pierre usually strongly resisted using a wheelchair. He always felt that once he sat in it, he would not be able to get out.

Thus, he only used it when he needed to go to the toilet. Otherwise, he strongly resisted.

The doctor said he should go out in the wheelchair to get some sun as it would help with bone healing. However, Pierre refused to do so. There was nothing the doctor and nurse could do about it.

Therefore, Elena subconsciously thought Pierre needed the wheelchair to go to the toilet.

"Who told you I needed to go to the toilet? Help me sit." Pierre glared at her. He hated it when Elena made random guesses.

Alright." Elena was even more puzzled. If not the toilet, then what?

She was strong, so she directly lifted Pierre onto the wheelchair and fastened the seatbelt. She asked, "Mr. Pierre, if you're not going to the toilet, where are we going?"

"I can't sleep, so you're pushing me out for a walk,” replied Pierre.

"Huh?" The nurse was surprised. Walking at night instead of during the day?

However, considering that there were not many people around at night and the weather was not too hot, she said, "Okay, are we going to the ground floor?"

"To the cafeteria,” replied Pierre as Elena pushed him out of the ward.

"But there's no food in the cafeteria now," added Elena.

"Can you stop trying to be clever?" Pierre rolled his eyes. His tone sounded ominous.

Elena immediately shut her mouth.

When the two passed the nurse's station, the nurse was genuinely shocked.

Was this Pierre Mallory?

Why was he willing to come out in a wheelchair?

The nurse asked, "Visiting hours will end soon. Where are you two heading?"

"Oh, Mr. Pierre said he couldn't sleep. He’d like to go downstairs for some fresh air," Elena replied on behalf of Pierre.

Pierre could not be bothered to answer.

The nurse caught sight of Pierre’s frosty expression, and she could not be bothered to continue the conversation either. Therefore, she just nodded and said, "Alright, there are a lot of mosquitoes at night. Don't go to dark places."

After that, she said nothing more.

Elena felt cheerful.

She liked walking around.

However, since Pierre did not like it and she could not leave him alone in the ward, she had to stay with Pierre in the ward.

Being able to go downstairs for some fresh air now was good.

The elevator arrived at the floor, and Elena carefully pushed Pierre's wheelchair inside.

The elevator doors closed.

As the nurse watched them from behind, she could not help but mutter to herself, "He doesn't go out during the day but goes out at night. It's strange. And he clearly resisted using the wheelchair before, but now he's willing to sit in it and go downstairs?"

The security guard heard the nurse's mutters and cheerfully reminded her, "It's nighttime now. There aren't as many people downstairs. No one will notice him in the wheelchair."

"That's true. But it's still strange. Wheelchairs are common in hospitals. Even if others see him in a wheelchair, it shouldn't be a big deal, right?"

"Who knows?" replied the security guard.

"Maybe he's been in the hospital for so long that he's accepted the wheelchair..."

Yeah, maybe..." The security guard nodded, agreeing with the nurse's words.

Pierre and Elena arrived downstairs in the elevator.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, Pierre commanded, "Head to the cafeteria."

"Yes." Elena did not understand why he was so insistent on going to the hospital's cafeteria. There was nothing interesting there, and it was the darkest area at night. Was he planning to let himself be bitten by the mosquitoes there?

Yet, she could not say these things out loud. She just went along with him and pushed him to a spot not far from the cafeteria.

Pierre, now accustomed to the darkness, suddenly noticed a tall figure standing in the distance.

Elena noticed it as well and wondered why someone was here when there were usually hardly any people around the cafeteria at this time. Were they here to get bitten by mosquitoes too?

Knowing that Pierre did not like crowds, she dared not to say anything.

However, Pierre told her to stop.

Elena halted, feeling puzzled. She asked him, "Mr. Pierre, is this the place?"

"Stay here." Then, Pierre awkwardly controlled the wheelchair to move forward.

Elena wanted to follow him, but Pierre's previous command made her stop in her tracks.

She could only watch him go toward the person over there. Could it be that Pierre wanted to meet that person?

That would explain everything.

No wonder he insisted on going downstairs in a wheelchair after receiving a call.

He was going to meet a friend.

Since it was a meeting, why choose to meet in such a dimly lit spot? That was really strange.

However, since Pierre did not allow her to follow, she dared not to. She simply turned away to avoid seeing what she should not.

Abel's gaze swept across the distance, catching sight of Pierre as he was wheeled closer by an attendant.

After a while, Pierre chose to control the wheelchair himself to come toward him.

However, it had to be said that Pierre's control over the wheelchair was not good. The wheelchair wobbled and twisted. Abel even suspected that if there were any bumps on the road, Pierre might flip over along with the wheelchair.

As Abel watched Pierre acting like this, the mocking expression on his face grew stronger.

When Pierre finally managed to maneuver the wheelchair and come over, Abel glanced at Elena in the distance and joked, "I didn't expect that after all this time, you still haven't learned to use a wheelchair. It seems like your family has been protecting you well."

"Humph, what kind of deal do you want?" Pierre could sense the mockery in Abel's voice. He also knew that he was not proficient in maneuvering the wheelchair, but what difference did it make?

He would stand up eventually.

"I need some money," said Abel.

"I'm not a bank, nor am I your ATM.” Pierre's expression darkened. As he thought about the money he was cheated out of and how he ended up with a broken leg because he was reluctant to part with it, he yearned to give Abel a taste of his fists.