Twins in Her Womb (Bianca and Luke Crawford novel) novel Chapter 3442

Hera was startled by Luca's words.

The refusal that had been on the tip of her tongue suddenly got stuck in her throat.

“I…” Hera hesitated, feeling conflicted. Leaving Abel might not be such a bad idea. At least she would not have to live in constant fear.

She was finally realizing how unpredictable his moods were. At first, she thought it did not matter as she could still look at other men. She just had to ensure there was no physical contact. In reality, even if she so much as glanced at someone, Abel's expression would darken with anger.

It was frustrating. Now, the only person she was allowed to look at was Gerald. Still, what was the point of just looking at Gerald?

At that thought, she lifted her gaze to Luca.

Luca added, “I’ll give you five minutes. If you refuse treatment after that, I’ll take the medicine back to Mr. Shanks and won’t try to convince you again.”

Hera's heart tightened. She did not even need five minutes. She had made her decision within 30 seconds.

“I’ll take it. Give me the injection.”

“Alright.” Luca nodded, picking up the tourniquet and preparing the injection.

Hera’s health was not great, so it was difficult to give her an injection. Luca had to tap her arm several times before a vein finally became visible.

“Are you doing this on purpose to get back at me?” Hera glared at her.

Luca replied indifferently, “Why would I waste my time on petty revenge?”

Hera was at a loss for words. It was true. There was not much to get back at her for. A few extra taps did not actually hurt.

As Luca administered the injection, Hera reminded her, “You can’t tell Abel about this.”

“Don’t worry,” Luca reassured her. “If I wanted to tell him, I wouldn’t be giving you this treatment in the first place.”

“What about Shanks?” Hera asked cautiously. Even if Luca kept quiet, if Shanks said something, it would all be for nothing.

“You don’t need to worry about that either. If he were going to say something, he wouldn’t have prescribed the medicine in the first place.” After inserting the needle, Luca adjusted the drip rate and continued, “Once you're done with the IV drip, take this medication after dinner. Any issues with that?”

“No…” Hera was still uneasy. “Even if you don’t say anything, what if Abel asks?”

“This IV isn’t for treatment. It’s just to help regulate your body.” After Luca walked to the door, she continued, “Now that you’ve chosen to take the treatment, you have to keep it a secret. If this gets exposed, the one who’ll suffer the most won’t be us—it’ll be you. When the IV is almost done, call me.”

Then, she opened the door and left.

Hera’s expression darkened.

Abel was terrifying, but to her, being broke was even worse.

Between Abel’s oppressive presence and financial security, she would rather deal with Abel.

After all, having money felt way too good.

Hera had never felt as much joy as when she was swiping Abel’s black card and basking in the sales associates' flattery earlier today.

She watched the IV drip slowly trickle down and fell into deep thought. She had to have money—lots and lots of money.

She did not love Abel, but as long as being by his side brought her benefits, she was willing to stay.

Once she had made enough, she could finally live freely. She would have the means to connect with higher-class people. Then, her future would be set.

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On the third-floor balcony, Luca sent a message to Luke. She informed him that Hera’s health made her unsuitable for the transplant.