Twins in Her Womb (Bianca and Luke Crawford novel) novel Chapter 2907

Luca pushed the door open and smiled as she looked at Tommy, who had knocked on the door. "Yes?"

"Ms. Luca, I can't sleep. Can you read a bedtime story for me?" asked Tommy as he lifted his head. He had too much fun during the daytime, and the fascinating marine show during the evening made him too wound up to fall asleep.

However, his usual bedtime routine reminded him that it was time to sleep. Otherwise, he would feel tired at school tomorrow.

After giving it some thought, Tommy went to find Luca, hoping that she could read him a bedtime story with her gentle voice. It could help him sleep peacefully.

Luca nodded and agreed. She glanced back at Luke, who was sitting on the bed with a face brimming with unfulfilled desires. She said, "Let me read a bedtime story for him first."

Luke slowly nodded. His expression was still gloomy, but he had no choice as it was his son's request.

After all, it was just a bedtime story. He could wait for her.

Luca smiled, held Tommy's hand, and walked toward his bedroom.

Once they entered his bedroom, she picked a new book and began reading.

Luca slowly narrated the story with her gentle voice. Tommy's excited mood gradually calmed, and his eyes were closing.

Half an hour later, Luca closed the book. As she listened to the rhythmic sound of the child's breathing, she tucked him in. Then, she rose to her feet and closed the door behind her.

Luca did not return to the master bedroom immediately. Instead, she went into Lanie and Rainie's bedroom to check on them. When she saw them asleep, she walked back to the master bedroom, feeling relieved.

Luke leaned against the bedside, reading his book. Half an hour had gone by, and he seemed to be in a better mood. Still, when Luca met his dark eyes, she knew that there was no way she could avoid him tonight.

"Are they asleep?" Luke stood up and walked toward Luca, wrapping his arms around her slender waist.

"Yes. They're asleep," answered Luca.

As the night deepened, a profound darkness settled in. The very air in the bedroom seemed to be gradually infused with a whisper of romantic intimacy.…

On the other hand, the private hospital was surrounded by a swarm of reporters. If an ambulance were to come out from inside, a convoy of reporters' vehicles would surely follow.

Inside the hospital's director's office, Karen stood there with a cold expression on her face. "What kind of mess have you made? This won't work, and that won't work either. What do we need to do to get my son out of here?"

The director rushed to the hospital when he received the news. The hospital’s management team, who were aware of the situation, were all present. They knew that they needed to get Pierre out of the hospital. However, every proposed plan had been rejected.

Even the plan of attempting to use an ambulance to draw the reporters' attention could not work, as it would certainly be discovered by the reporters. They definitely could not take a normal car.

Therefore, half an hour had passed since the news broke out, and Pierre was still in the hospital ward, unable to be transported.

The director felt helpless when he heard Karen questioning him. If he was not mistaken, the police would arrive soon.

If the police found Pierre in the hospital, the hospital would also be in trouble.

After all, Pierre's identity was sensitive at the moment. Even though he was not yet convicted, he remained a suspect in an economic crime.

The hospital would be suspected of hiding information and harboring a suspect of economic crimes.

"Madam Mallory, don't worry. We're trying to to find a solution," answered the director as he massaged his throbbing temples.

He had the tenacious Karen on one side, and on the other, the media and the cops.

Suddenly, he stood up and declared, "In any case, we must get Mr. Pierre out of here."

After Pierre’s condition stabilized, the hospital director suggested that he be discharged and sent back to the Mallory manor for recuperation. However, the Mallory family was reluctant to do so, believing that staying in the hospital would lead to a better recovery for Pierre.

"I disguised myself. The reporters didn’t know it was me," replied Percy. He had expected this. Not only did he not drive his own car, but he also went the extra mile to disguise himself.

That was why the reporters did not recognize him as Percy Mallory.

"You’re not taking Pierre’s life seriously by doing this," Karen disregarded what he said and accused him.

Percy seemed to ignore what Karen said. He walked toward the hospital director and said, "We can't hide him in the morgue. The police haven't arrived yet, but they're probably preparing a search warrant."

Once the search warrant was issued, even the morgue filled with bodies would be meticulously checked.

It was not that the police were targeting the Mallory family, but Pierre had escaped for a while now, and they were growing impatient. Moreover, with the ongoing media coverage, this incident would further infuriate the public. It would lead to increased police efforts.

If Percy guessed it correctly, there were undercover officers among the reporters outside.

As Percy said that, the hospital director and a few management personnel looked troubled at the same time.

In that case, it would be difficult to hide Pierre. No matter where they placed him, the police would likely find him.

After all, this was a hospital, not a private space with secret rooms that outsiders were unaware of.

"So, what shall we do?" The director ran out of ideas. Hence, he could only look at Pierre

He could not afford to offend the Mallory family.

As for the police, he could not afford to get on their bad side either. If public opinion got skewed against them, would the hospital still be able to treat patients?

In order to provide superior service to the wealthy, they hired professional doctors and nurses, which led to significant monthly expenses in terms of salaries. If this situation blew up, they would lose many patients, and the hospital would soon struggle to make ends meet...