Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle by Heap Heap

Chapter 3229 Luca Fooled Karen

"Yeah, we still need to be cautious. With Percy's wedding approaching and Pierre's recovery not going well, her

emotions might go haywire. Who knows what she might do?"

Luke, despite not meddling in women's affairs, still had sunderstanding of Percy's mother.

Most of what he knew cfrom Percy himself, with sadditional insights from past interactions. He knew

Karen was not simple.

Therefore, when he heard Karen was going to see Luca, he grew concerned.

Despite Luca's skills and professional training on the Island of Despair, she could still be in danger if Karen

caused trouble.

"Yes, | know," replied Luca, knowing Luke was worried about her from his long-windedness. She could not help

but wonder how surprised T Corporation's employees would be if they knew about Luke's current state.

"I have dinner tonight. Will you cwith me?" asked Luke.

"Dinner? I'd rather not go if there are strangers," replied Luca. As the elevator reached the floor, she stepped

out,

"They're all people you know. Percy, Gordon, and the others," said Luke. Tonight's dinner required male guests to

bring a female companion.

That was why he wanted to bring Luca along.

"Okay, I'll let Aunt Neile know. She'll have to work overtime, then." Luca thought of the three

kids who needed someone to look after them at home.

"I've already spoken to Aunt Neile." Luke got her agreement and had nothing more to say. He glanced at the

time. Jason was still waiting downstairs for their meeting, so he ended the call with Luca.

After Luca returned to her office, she hung up the call with a smile, changed into her lab coat, and headed for the

lab

After Luca left, Karen was left in a daze. She sat in the car, thinking about what Luca had said to her earlier.

She knew those words could not reach Pierre's ears.

However, Luca said there was no other way. Even if she used force to bring Luca over, she would say the exact

sthing to Pierre.

Pierre would eventually find out. Thinking this through, Karen felt she could not keep it hidden and called Pierre.

Pierre quickly answered the phone. He knew Karen had gone to look for Luca today. His first question was, "What

did Luca say?"

Karen let out a sigh.

Pierre heard her. Frowning, he asked, "She still won't help with the dry needling?"

"Pierre, don't get upset." Karen knew Pierre saw Luca's dry needling treatment as a lifeline. "I just told her about

your condition. She said even if she performed dry needling on you, it wouldn't have much effect. Basically, it

can stimulate your nerve cells but will have no impact on bone recovery. How you walk depends on your bones,

not nerves..."

Pierre paused for a moment, struggling to understand Karen's fragmented explanation. After a few seconds, he

grasped the meaning behind her words. His brows furrowed together as he asked directly, "Are you saying | can

never stand up normally again?"

"No, she just meant dry needling won't help much, so she can't help." Karen quickly said something else to give

him hope, "But with proper rehabilitation, you'll definitely walk normally again."

"I don't believe it..." Pierre felt certain beliefs in his heart collapsing instantly.

He always thought that as long as Luca agreed to cand perform dry needling on him, he would surely

recover completely and walk like a normal person again.

He did not expect it to turn out like this...

"Pierre, you have to stay hopeful. Once you're feeling better, I'll take you abroad for rehabilitation treatment.

You'll definitely recover..."

Before Karen could finish her sentence, Pierre hung up the phone.

Karen listened to the busy tone coming from the other end of the line and frowned, worried that Pierre might do

something reckless. She immediately told the driver, "Head to the hospital."

"Yes." The driver had been listening to her conversation with Pierre and realized things were taking a turn for the

worse. He started the car engine and rushed toward the hospital.

Pierre dismissed the caretaker. His belief that he could stand again had completely shattered. He could not

accept it now.

Thinking of Abel, he picked up the phone he had just thrown down moments ago.

It was a good phone. Despite a few cracks on the screen from the fall, it still worked.

He found the previous number and called it.

Pierre knew that cunning foxes had many lairs, and someone like Abel, who had previously contacted him using

this number, might not necessarily be able to be reached again. He was just testing his luck.

The phone rang.

After a few seconds, the phone was answered. "Mr. Pierre?"

A familiar voice cfrom the other end, and Pierre let out a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he had not changed his

number.

"I'd like to make another deal with you," Pierre cut straight to the chase.

"Oh? You expectto agree? I'm not necessarily going to comply." Abel countered.

"I have money. You need money, don't you?" asked Pierre.

There was silence for a few seconds. Then, Abel's voice returned. "Let's hear what this 'deal’ is about first."

Pierre said, "I need you to help find a doctor who can makewalk normally again. Nyour price. I'll agree

to any amount. | can transfer all the scans and medical records to you if necessary."

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