Twins in Her Womb (Bianca and Luke Crawford novel) novel Chapter 2239

Johann's gaze became sharp at once, then he replied, "Miss, you'll have to be responsible for what you said just now if the hospital looks into this matter. Half of the cigarette Ms. Norman smoked was taken away by the nurse yesterday. She did not throw it away. The laboratory test report came out today. The cigarette contains herbal ingredients that are not added to other cigarettes. It can harm every organ in the human body, which explains Ms. Norman's situation now. It caused her liver to worsen when it was already not functioning properly. You're the one who gave her the cigarette. Now, she's lying on the bed, unconscious. You're responsible for this."

Mandy took a few steps backward, shook her head, and said, "I don't know about that. It was Leia who said she wanted to smoke. Please excuse me. I should leave."

She immediately left after that.

Queenie stomped angrily. Leia told her that one of her best friends who lived abroad had returned yesterday. She had been abroad for many years, so she did not know the situation in the country. That was why she would not inform Luke about her whereabouts.

Queenie thought that Leia would not fuss over getting discharged from the hospital if someone was here to keep Leia company and talk to her.

She did not expect the arrival of this woman to screw things up and put Leia in danger.

As Luca watched Mandy leave from behind, she suddenly remembered what Luke had told her. She frowned and pondered.

“That should be her,” said Johann.

Luca nodded. That woman should be the one who fled, but it was up to Queenie whether she wanted to get even with her for this.

Queenie walked toward Leia’s ward bed with reddened eyes. She could not help but sob. “Leia, look at the friends you’ve found. She’s the one who made you sick. What should I do…”

Luca could not bear to hear Queenie sobbing like that. She glanced at Leia, who was lying on the ward bed. It was as though Leia had nothing to do with this.

It was her weak body that made her fall deeply asleep.

“Dr. Park, I’d like to try…” said Luca. She hesitated at first, but she could not bear to see Queenie cry again.

Queenie was her biological mother, after all. Luca hated to see her like this.

“Okay. Did you bring the needles you usually use?” Johann knew Luca had a set of needles that was specially made for dry needling. Luca would feel more comfortable using them.

“Yes…” Luca nodded as she walked toward the ward bed and looked at Leia.

She had no confidence today, but she wanted to wake Leia up so that Queenie would not be worried about her. It was up to Johann how he was going to treat her.

“Luca…” Queenie lifted her head as her eyes welled up with tears.

Luca looked at Queenie's hair. As someone who was always concerned about her appearance, Queenie was worried about Leia to the extent that she could not be bothered about her looks. There were a few strands of gray hair at her temples.

She was a senior official’s wife…

However, she was so pale and haggard now…

“Mrs. Norman, please step out for a moment,” said Luca. She was worried that Queenie would pass out when she watched Luca perform the dry needling on Leia.

Queenie was worried that she would affect Luca too. She wiped her tears, quickly walked out of the ward, and closed the door.

Luca took the set of needles out of her briefcase.

“This is my last set of needles. I’ll have to look for the craftsman to customize another set of needles after this,” Luca muttered. She did not expect that the needle sets she brought along with her would finish so quickly.

Besides, Luca dared not to ask for the needle sets from Shanks. If Abel found out that she was not carrying out the mission he had assigned her but was doing such things instead, she dared not to imagine what the consequences would be…

However, the needles… Other than the thickness, she had requirements for the weight of the needles too. If the needles did not meet her requirements by a whisker, it would affect her sense of touch.

The most important thing was no matter how good the craftsman was, there was no fixed mold…