Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle



Chapter 3387 What Proof Is Needed

Luca instantly understood the situation. It was about Hera.

Hera was someone Abel valued, possibly as a future corneal donor for Kassy. While Abel might not love Hera now, he certainly took her health seriously.

In a calm tone, Luca explained, "She was hospitalized due to inflammation that caused a fever."

Abel furiously flung his half-smoked cigar at her.

The glowing embers singed her clothes, leaving a small burn mark

She instinctively stepped aside.

Abel roared, "What kind of care is this?! I told you to look after her! Is this how you handle things?"Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Luca was perplexed. When did he ever tell her to look after Hera?

Besides, she did take care of her."When Ms. Sanchez fainted last night, she already had a low-grade fever. I diagnosed her condition as inflammation and prescribed anti-inflammatory and fever-reducing medication. I also emphasized that she needed to take oral anti-inflammatory drugs. She didn't trust me and threw out Mr. Shanks' medication, which led to her condition worsening."

Luca deliberately mentioned Shanks' involvement, ensuring her actions would be beyond reproach since Abel trusted Shanks' expertise implicitly.

Abel's face darkened further. He narrowed his eyes as he looked at the woman in front of him. Shanks' medications were unquestionably reliable.

The fault indeed lay with Hera's own choices.

If it was not for her negligence, she would not be suffering now.

Still, needing an outlet for his anger, Abel coldly snorted and accused, "It's still your fault. If you had been more attentive, she wouldn't have fallen ill in the first place!"

Luca almost laughed at the absurdity of the accusation. Realizing he would not back down, she retorted without hesitation, "Ms. Sanchez's inflammation is a result of overindulging in intimate activities. Mr. Abel, you can't possibly blame me for that."

Abel's expression turned livid.

Intimate activities?

Had Hera betrayed him?

However, then he recalled how rough he had been during one of his fits of anger.

Hera had complained of discomfort, yet he had ignored her.

The situation could not possibly be pinned on Luca.

Abel's face darkened. Even though he was sure that Hera had not betrayed him, he still needed to find someone to vent his anger on.

"Call everyone here," Abel ordered one of his men.

"Yes, sir!" The man ascended the stairs. Shortly after, everyone except Shanks gathered in the living room, standing in tense silence.

Abel sat with an ominous expression.

No one dared to breathe too loudly, afraid of drawing his ire.

Everyone knew Hera had been hospitalized.

It was not hard to guess that Abel's wrath stemmed from the incident.

However, Hera's hospitalization had nothing to do with any of them, and no one was willing to bear the blame or face Abel's wrath.

"Who has had contact with her?" Abel's gaze was fixed on the crowd. His stare hardened until it landed on Luke. Luca followed his gaze, feeling a surge of panic.

Abel was looking for someone to vent his anger on, and it seemed most likely that person would be Luke, especially since his eyes had been focused on him.

Luca's heart raced...

All eyes were now on Luke.

When Hera approached Luca, everyone had seen it, and some even felt jealous. They wondered why a plain- looking man like him had caught the attention of the future boss's girlfriend.

Moreover, she was an incredibly beautiful woman.

The jealousy would only deepen.

Luke, fully aware that everyone's eyes were on him, knew that he could not avoid trouble today.

However, he stood tall and unbothered, showing no signs of guilt.

He felt that he had done nothing wrong, so there was no need to apologize.

Luca's heart tightened in worry.

If Abel really decided to confront Luke, she would have to remain silent and not speak up.

Otherwise, Luke's identity could be exposed, and their precious daughter would undoubtedly be put at risk.

With that thought in mind, Luca bit her lip, bracing herself for what Abel might say next.

"Lucius." Abel's face was gloomy. His icy blue eyes flickered with a menacing intensity. "Did you have contact with Hera?"

"No," Luke responded indifferently, showing no sign of panic.

Unlike the others, who would have shown fear or anxiety if questioned by Abel, Luke stood unmoved.

Abel narrowed his eyes, a slight smirk on his lips. "Oh, you're not admitting to it, huh?"

"If nothing happened, what's there to admit?" Luke suddenly questioned.

Abel clapped his hands in mock approval, a chilling laugh escaping him. "Fine, you won't admit it. I'll make you confess. Bring me my whip."

"Yes, sir," one of the men beside him replied, moving to fetch it.

Luca's heart skipped a beat. She almost said something, but then she caught Luke's

gaze.

He was silently warning her not to interfere.

Her heart felt as though it was being squeezed. She clenched her hands behind her back, her nails digging into her palms without her even noticing.

Her entire focus was on Luke.

The man returned with the whip and handed it to Abel. "Boss, the whip."

Abel took it and swung it with a sharp flick.

"Crack!" The whip struck the floor with a loud, crisp sound.

The others in the room flinched instinctively, as though the strike had landed on them.

They dared not speak a word.

Abel pointed at Luke. "You. Step forward."

Luke took a step forward, his expression unafraid.

Everyone else took a step back except for Luca, fearful that Abel's whip might land on them when it was swung.

Abel looked at his fearless demeanor and said, "You say you didn't touch Hera, do you have proof?"

"No." Luke answered calmly, "But there's no proof I did either. Although she may have hinted at it, if I didn't do it, then I didn't."

"Fine!" Abel's whip cracked against the ground. "But this is my territory. Whether you touched Hera or not, whether you've been messing around behind my back, you're getting a whipping today!"

His tone sharpened as he added, "Do you have anything to say?"

Luke replied calmly, "A guilty man will always find an excuse."

Abel, furious, was ready to lash out. If it had been anyone else, whether guilty or innocent, they would have been

on their knees begging for mercy by now.

"Fine. You'll get ten lashes today as a warning. From now on, if anyone sees Hera, unless she needs your help with something, everyone should stay at least one meter away from her!"

Then, he swung the whip at Luke.

"Crack!" The sound echoed through the room.

A sharp pain shot through Luke's body. Even though he was wearing clothes, he could still feel the searing

sensation of his skin tearing open.

He silently endured it, unwilling to make a sound.

Luke knew that Luca was watching.

If he cried out in pain now, she might be unable to hold back and speak up for him.

They had planned this for so long, and he could not let this moment derail everything.

Moreover, Luca could not be hurt.

Another Crack! The second lash landed.

Luke wore a black shirt, and though no blood was visible, it was clear his shirt had already begun to soak through.

Blood was seeping from the wound.