Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle

Before he could say anything, Gale spoke up again, "Would any butler shut down the security system before going to bed at night? I've never seen any butler in the past with such a habit, so I suspect Mr. Muller colluded with those intruders to commit theft and maybe even violence."

With this accusation, the Muller family members, who were harboring ill intentions a moment ago, gasped in shock. NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

If Stan really did this, not only would they not be able to take advantage of Luke, but Stan himself might end up behind bars.

Stan, who had lost his memory, immediately protested, "Nonsense! I'd never do such a thing."

"Exactly, Uncle Stan would never do such a thing. Moreover, if he fancied something from that house, why didn't he act earlier or later? Why wait until there were others to collaborate with? It doesn't make sense. It must be just a coincidence," added Gerald.

By this time, Jacob was already captured. Stan could not be dragged into this.

"That makes sense." Gale nodded with a grin, but he quickly wiped the smile off his face. His expression turned fierce. "It's either about stealing or wanting to commit murder."

"Nonsense! Utter nonsense!" exclaimed Stan when he heard Gale pin these charges on him. He immediately waved his hands in defiance.

"I didn't conspire with anyone. What on earth are you talking about? I have no recollection of such events. Spare me your tales woven from the surveillance footage."

"Whether it's all just talk or not, it's the police who have the final say. They'll conduct their investigation. When daylight comes, the police will arrive to look into it. You can also call the authorities. I believe the officers will make sure to investigate every aspect thoroughly.”

"Fine, call the police. I won't admit to anything I didn't do!" Stan asserted confidently, while Gerald's heart was trembling.

He knew Stan would be dragged into this.

After all, surveillance footage was the best evidence.

"Let's go." Luke took Luca's hand.

Luca nodded and rose to her feet to follow him.

When Marlon saw them preparing to leave, he immediately stepped in front of them and said, "You can't leave. My brother had an incident at your mansion. Regardless of what he did, you're responsible for everything."

Gale reminded, "If your brother didn't do anything, then surely the boss would take responsibility. But since he's under suspicion now, who are you to stop our boss from leaving?"

"I'm his elder brother!" Marlon pointed at Stan.

Gale scoffed. "So what? Anyway, if you call the police, they'll come to us to understand the situation.

Oh, by the way, if it's proven that your brother is guilty, then the losses will definitely fall on him. If he can't afford it, will it be you, his elder brother, who pays?"

"What did you lose if those two thieves didn't steal anything?" Gerald blurted out.

As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized he said something he should not have.

No police report had been issued, and Stan had lost his memory. How did he know there were two thieves and that they had not stolen anything?

Gale raised an eyebrow and asked, "The police haven't arrived yet, so how do you know the two thieves didn't steal anything? Were you there too?"

"I guessed. If you actually lost something, would you be so calm?" The explanation Gerald gave seemed rather strained.

"Hmph, those thieves smashed our boss' multimillion-dollar car. Once the police prove this has something to do with Mr. Muller, the Muller family will have to pay," concluded Gale. Then, he escorted Luke and Luca out.

The people left behind digested the news of the multimillion-dollar car being smashed by the two thieves. There were also suspicions swirling around Stan's connection. There was a moment of silence in the ward.

After a while, Marlon finally asked, "What's going on? What's happening here?!"

He knew Stan was not in the right.

If Stan had nothing to do with the incident, why would he disable the surveillance?

No one answered.

Stan was lying on the hospital bed. At this moment, the effect of the painkiller was gradually wearing off, and he began to feel the pain again. "Gerald, could you ask the nurse to give me another painkiller injection? It hurts!"

He had lost his memory and was completely unaware of the importance of the situation. He only felt that since he had not done anything wrong, it had nothing to do with him. Even if the police came, there was nothing they could do to him.

Hence, he was only concerned with having someone call the nurse to give him another painkiller injection.

When Gerald saw Stan in such pain, he pressed the emergency button to call the nurse for help with the injection.

When the nurse heard what he said, she said through the intercom, "Do you think you can get an injection whenever you want? It's not good for your body to have too many injections, and there should be a time interval for this one."

"But the patient is in pain right now. What should we do?" Gerald asked helplessly. With one thing after another happening now, his thoughts were in disarray.

Especially just now, when Gale recounted each event, it was surprising that Luca did not speak up to help. She left him silenced by the barrage of surveillance footage evidence.

He felt a wave of anger at the thought of this.

"The patient will have to endure the pain. There's no other way. If the patient has other discomforts, the family can notify us again," added the nurse before hanging up.

Gerald had no choice but to say to Stan, "Uncle Stan, you heard it too. The nurse said you can't have injections so frequently. Just bear with it."

Marlon looked at them, feeling dissatisfied at being ignored. He said, "Can someone tell me what's going on here?"

"How would I know what's going on? Uncle Stan lost his memory, and no one knows what happened!" answered Gerald.

He wanted to leave, and he wanted to inform Abel about what was going on here. Things here needed to be handled properly, or it would be troublesome.

"Please leave first." Marlon realized something and asked all the other relatives to leave.

The other relatives knew there was no advantage to be gained here now, so they all left.

Only Stan, Marlon, and Gerald, were left in the hospital ward.

"He has amnesia, but you definitely know something. If you don't confess now, no one will be able to help your Uncle Stan later," said Marlon. Even though he did not have a high level of education, he knew what kind of people his family were.

For example, Gerald was obviously behaving like someone who had done something wrong. He looked very troubled.

"I have nothing to say. Uncle Stan needs someone to take care of him. Uncle Marlon, can you make arrangements for that?" After that, Gerald was about to leave.

Marlon immediately stopped him.

"Your Uncle Stan is usually an honest person who wouldn't steal or rob. To put it bluntly, he wouldn't even think of picking up money left on the ground. That's how honest he is.

"How could someone who doesn't steal or rob suddenly team up with others to commit theft and attempt murder?

"Who would believe that? I know you're close with your Uncle Stan. You've never been one to behave well. Did you drag him into this mess?

"If you're capable of stirring up such trouble, you need to figure out how to resolve it. Besides, it appears that you have something to do with Stan being hospitalized too. Take care of him yourself. If you can't handle it, call your parents to help out."

Marlon knew this was a hot potato and had no intention of taking it over.