Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle



Chapter 3448 Tortured Until Losing The Will To Live

"You don't need to remind me. I was going to check anyway." Abel shot Luca a chilling look. She took a step back and stayed silent.

Abel turned to the pale-faced Hera and said, "If you've got low blood sugar, get up and eat something."

"I'll eat now," Hera replied, sitting up.

Luca handed her the takeout.

Abel glanced at the food and then frowned at Luca. "Why didn't you make breakfast this morning?"

"I was busy," Luca explained with a calm indifference, her expression unwavering. She showed no fear, even under Abel's questioning.

Hera suddenly found herself admiring Luca. Everyone feared this man, yet Luca remained composed even when facing potential punishment. Not just anyone could pull that off.

At the thought of this, Hera opened the takeout and kept quiet.

Abel narrowed his eyes, glancing between Hera and Luca. His gaze was not exactly gentle as he muttered, "Stop eating this junk. It's bad for you."

"I know, babe. Just this once. After this, I'll have what Luca cooks from now on," replied Hera.

Luca held her life in her hands now. She could not afford to piss her off. If she crossed her and Luca exposed the truth, her good days would be over.

Abel gave her a skeptical look.

Previously, Hera would always find a way to blame Luca for everything and was constantly picking fights. Why was she staying quiet this time and even acting as obedient as a little kitten?

What kind of spell did Luca put on her?

Hera took a bite of her food but could not shake the feeling of being watched.

The hair on her neck stood on end. She looked up and saw that Abel was indeed staring at her. His eyes were full of suspicion.

A chill ran through her. She forced an awkward smile and asked, "Babe, do you want some?" Abel's frown deepened. "No."

"Okay." Lowering her gaze, Hera continued to eat her breakfast, using the simple act as a veil for her growing unease. Did she say something wrong? Why was Abel looking at her like that?

Luca stood still, waiting patiently. Yet she could feel Abel's scrutinizing gaze lingering on her and Hera, probing for something unseen. A quiet sense of helplessness settled over her. Luca reckoned that Hera's sudden change must have tipped him off.

"Mr. Abel, I'll head downstairs to get back to work," said Luca. Staying in the same room as these two any longer was pure torture.

Abel stopped her. "Wait."

Her footsteps halted, and she turned back to look at them.

"Stay here and take care of her." Abel felt that something felt off about Hera.

Perhaps the issue was in her medical report. Since Luca would not talk, he would just have to ask Shanks.

Abel felt that everyone in this villa was capable of lying to him, everyone except Shanks. Luca frowned slightly, looking troubled. "Mr. Abel, I still have to go downstairs to perform dry needling treatment for the volunteer."

Abel narrowed his eyes, clearly displeased.

Hera's heart pounded in fear. She was terrified that if he lost his temper and lashed out at Luca, she might end up spilling her secrets just to get out of trouble. Panicked, she quickly said, "Babe, I'm really fine. I don't need anyone looking after me."

Abel looked at her suspiciously.

Hera pressed on, "Really, I mean it. I don't need anyone here. Just let her go do her work. Besides, having someone I don't like around is just annoying."

Abel had no choice but to go along with it. He shot Luca a sharp look and snapped, "Get lost!"

Without hesitation, Luca turned and left.

Hera let out a sigh of relief. Just as she was about to continue eating, Abel suddenly grabbed her by the chin.

Hera cried out in pain.

"Are you hiding something from me?" His voice was low and threatening. It was as though he was speaking to an enemy rather than his lover.

"I... I'm not." Hera's jaw ached under his grip. Being squeezed like this hurt like hell.

"Babe, please, my chin... It hurts. Can you let go?" Hera whimpered and trembled, not knowing if it was from fear or pain.noveldrama

Abel let out a cold snort and shoved her face away.

Hera gasped for air, her jaw still throbbing. She felt like she had just barely escaped death.

"If I find out you're keeping something from me, don't blame me for what happens next," warned Abel before storming off.

Hera panted heavily. She felt like she was dying. However, she had no way out.

If she left, with her failing health, who knew how much longer she could survive? If she sought treatment outside, the medical bills would be astronomical.

At the thought of this, Hera's brows furrowed. She had to hold on no matter what. With that thought, she forced herself to keep eating.

After updating Shanks about Abel's visit, Luca grabbed the herbal medicine and left the lab. Hera's situation was Shanks' responsibility now. Whether he chose to tell the truth or not was no longer her concern.

Just as she was about to enter the volunteer's room, she saw Abel walking down the hallway. Without hesitation, she quickly slipped inside and got to work on the treatment.

Abel knocked once on the lab door before stepping inside.

Shanks was staring blankly into a microscope, deep in thought.

"Spacing out this early in the morning? Having trouble with your experiment?" Abel asked

casually.

Shanks knew that Abel was only concerned about the progress of the experiment. Anything beyond that was outside his area of interest.

Shanks lifted his head and shot a glance at Abel. "What brings you here?"

"Just checking in. Is there a problem with the experiment?" asked Abel. Like Luca, he had learned to pick up on some of Shanks' habits.

For example, Shanks had a habit of staring into the microscope and getting lost in his thoughts whenever he encountered a challenge in his experiments.

"Everything's fine." Shanks withdrew his gaze and turned his attention back to the

microscope.

"Then what were you thinking about?" pressed Abel.

Shanks replied, "Why? Am I not even allowed to think now?"

Catching the irritation in his tone, Abel forced a laugh. Even though he was annoyed, he knew better than to provoke Shanks now. Otherwise, Kassy's situation would be in jeopardy. Kassy had made it clear that if she could not fully recover, there was no point in letting her

out.

She had been locked away in that prison for years, left unseen. She was unable to walk and had been tortured to the brink of losing all will to live.

"That's not the case." Abel dropped the subject and asked instead, "Luca said you reviewed Hera's medical report?"

"I did." Shanks picked up a test tube and gently swirled the liquid inside.

"So? How is it?" asked Abel.

Shanks paused for a moment before answering nonchalantly, "It's nothing serious. She's

just in suboptimal health."

He added, "Which, by the way, applies to pretty much everyone in modern society, including

you."

That struck Abel as odd. Shanks rarely bothered explaining anything.

Was Hera really fine?

Doubt crept into his mind, but he did not press further. Instead, he asked, "I don't care about all that suboptimal health nonsense. Just tell me-can she be a donor for Kassy? If we go through with the transplant, will it cause any complications for Kassy?"