Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle

People were just plain strange sometimes. Once Stan started thinking his illness was caused by overwork, he forgot what a relaxing job he had.

He lived in a mansion and did not have to do anything yet still received a salary. It was such a good deal. Furthermore, he only managed to get the job because he falsified his resume.

As the group of relatives bickered incessantly, Luca's brows furrowed tighter with each passing moment. She hoped that Gale would arrive sooner.

Since Luke had asked for Gale to come over, perhaps there would be evidence to silence the crowd.

Luke could not be bothered to argue with these people. Thus, Luca did not bother with them either. She just quietly sat there.

The Muller family thought their silence was out of fear or guilt, so they got even more aggressive. It appeared as though they were going to demand justice for Stan.

However, in reality, they were only thinking of their own interests.

The nurse pushed open the door to the ward and saw the group making loud noises. She could not help but be angry. "Why are there so many people? Do you think this is a marketplace?"

The nurse's words had the crowd quiet down.

She looked at them again and asked, "What's going on with you guys? It's late at night. The patients in the neighboring wards need their rest too. Please keep it down or I'll have to call security."

Her words successfully silenced the crowd.

After the nurse left, Marlon walked over to Luke and said, "My brother has ended up like this. No matter what, you must give us an explanation today."

Luke rose to his feet. His gaze was cold, and he stood in front of Luca, blocking her.

This man seemed to be here to settle scores with him, but his eyes kept darting back to Luca.

Luke was very unhappy, so he simply blocked her.

Marlon looked at the man in front of him, who was a head taller than himself. When he sat down, his presence was strong enough. Now that he had risen to his feet, his strong aura surged even more, filling the space with an undeniable force.

He could not help but shudder.

"Who's looking for justice? I've got something to say about it." Suddenly, there came a voice as the ward door swung open once. Gale walked in, frowning at the people inside.

Did they take this place for a meeting room? With all these people crowded in here making a fuss, how were the patients in the hospital supposed to recover in peace? NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

When Gerald saw Gale come in, he was sure he was Luke's subordinate.

When he said he had something to say, he felt even more uneasy.

"Who are you?" asked Gerald as he stepped forward.

"I'm Mr. Crawford's subordinate. Mr. Crawford mentioned that you doubt the truth about Stan’s fall. It just so happens that the police have retrieved all the surveillance footage from the mansion, and I made a copy.

"Now, I'd like to ask Stan why he turned off the infrared alarm?" replied Gale as he looked at Stan with a mocking gaze.

Stan had amnesia and naturally did not know what he was talking about.

"I turned off the infrared alarm? I didn't do that." Stan looked bewildered.

Gerald's face darkened. "Don't go throwing around baseless accusations. What's the point of making wild claims without evidence?”

"Baseless accusations?" Gale smirked. “Boss, can they watch the surveillance footage?"

"Sure," replied Luke. He had tampered with the surveillance, so what was being played now was what he wanted them to see.

"Take a look and see if what I'm saying is baseless." Gale walked over to the television in the ward and quickly figured out how to project the surveillance footage onto the screen.

At this moment, Marlon felt something was wrong and quickly walked toward Gerald. "What's going on? Why does it involve the infrared alarm? What's that about?"

"That's the security system at the old mansion. It's usually on. If someone sneaks in, it'll trigger the alarm," Stan, suffering from amnesia, completely forgot what he had done and blurted out what he knew.

After that, he mocked Marlon, "If only you studied more, you'd know more than just gambling and fooling around with women. You don't even know such a simple thing."

Marlon's face flushed red at his words. He might not be well-educated, but was Stan more educated than him?

Did Stan think Marlon did not know that he only became a butler by falsifying his resume?

What butler training school did Stan attend? With his qualifications and awareness, how could he possibly have attended any sort of training schools?

Unable to bear it any longer, Marlon was about to retort when he heard Gerald say, “Uncle Stan, now is not the time for this. You..."

He paused for a moment and then realized that Stan had amnesia. Hence, he was not sure if Stan had turned off the surveillance cameras and the infrared alarm tonight.

However, what was certain was that the surveillance cameras and infrared alarm were turned on after that. What exactly happened? Gerald's gaze fell on the TV screen.

By now, Gale had finished setting up and started fast-forwarding the footage.

He pointed at a certain frame and said, "This is the surveillance room at the old mansion. Stan entered the room and turned off all the switches. The surveillance camera in the room captured everything."

Gerald's expression darkened. Indeed...

Stan was too careless. He knew there was a surveillance camera there, but he did not even think to cover it before making his move.

He could have moved the surveillance camera to a blind spot if necessary instead of having it facing the row of switches...

Now, he had been caught red-handed doing something wrong.

Then, Gale continued, "At this point, the surveillance was turned off. After two hours, our boss noticed something and headed downstairs to turn the surveillance back on.

"Look, this footage is clear. After our boss turned on the surveillance cameras and the alarm, he went back upstairs to rest. Later, when the alarm went off, he called the police and came downstairs. Here's the footage of him coming downstairs."

At this point, an ominous cloud hovered over Gerald’s face.

No wonder the surveillance cameras and the alarm that were turned off were turned back on. It was all done by Luke.

This man's perception was annoyingly sharp...

"Next, our boss wanted to look for Stan. He passed by here, but he soon returned upstairs, bringing Ms. Craw downstairs.

"What happened here was that our boss found Stan passed out in the corridor. He then informed Ms. Craw and called for an ambulance."

After Gale finished speaking, the last clip of surveillance footage showed medical staff carrying Stan away.

Everyone was left bewildered by his words and the footage, including Marlon.

He did not know that Stan had been acting on behalf of Gerald.

"What's going on?" asked Marlon.

"This still doesn't prove Luke's innocence. There's no footage showing my uncle falling by himself," said Gerald, thinking that he had caught a crucial point.

"The place where Stan fell was right outside his room door. The doctors and nurses can testify to that. To protect the privacy of the mansion's staff, there's no surveillance on that side of the quarters.

"I heard you suspect that our boss attacked Stan?

“Well, I suggest you call the police. We've also reported it. Hopefully, you can explain to the police why Stan turned off the alarm and surveillance late at night.

"Coincidentally, after they were turned off, thieves climbed over the wall into the mansion." Gale was sharp, and he was not led astray by Gerald.

Gerald felt anxious. Yes, how would he explain this?

Could he say that everything was just a coincidence?