Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle novel Chapter 2834

Marcos frowned. Contemplating between acknowledging Sarah and her well-being, he chose the latter.

"How long do I have to wait to meet her?" Marcos compromised.

The brief encounter from last night hardly brought him any comfort.

Moreover, Sarah's condition was too worrisome yesterday. He was still concerned.

"A week," replied Luke.

"A whole week?" Marcos clenched his fist, feeling impatient about the long wait.

Luca sat beside Luke, listening to Marcos' voice coming from the other end of the line. She whispered, "Why don’t you let me talk to Mr. Marcos?"

Luke nodded and handed her the phone without a second thought.

Luca placed the phone near her ear and spoke in a soft tone, "Mr. Marcos, this is Luca. Regarding your mother, it was Dr. Park who suggested the patient rest for a week for her well-being. If you don't mind, I can visit Ms. Poplar when I head to the hospital and take some videos to keep you updated on her daily condition. Is that alright for you?"

Marcos only said that just now because he was worried about Sarah.

A week was not that long.

However, a week felt like an eternity for someone who had been worried and longed for another person for so long.

Marcos could not help but sigh. Luke's woman had a pure and transparent heart.

"Ms. Craw, thank you." He agreed with it.

Marcos could still observe Sarah's condition through the videos every day.

"Don’t mention it. It's not a big deal." Luca did not want Marcos to feel too indebted to her.

Furthermore, it was indeed not a big deal.

She would be visiting Wanda at the hospital, bringing her some soup and medicinal food.

Wanda would continue her chemotherapy sessions in a few days.

After completing a round of chemotherapy, Wanda would have to undergo various examinations. If the tests were fine, she could be discharged from the hospital. After that, she would have to return to the hospital for check-ups every three months.

Luca felt that there would be better days ahead as long as she kept pushing through.

After Marcos agreed, she returned the phone to Luke.

Luke placed the receiver near his ear and heard Marcos say, "Mr. Crawford, you have a clever wife. I envy you. I wish you both a loving and lifelong relationship. I hope you'll never separate."

These were Marcos' sincerest blessings.

"Thank you." Luke graciously accepted his wishes.

A loving and lifelong relationship, never to be separated?

He liked those words.

Luca felt slightly surprised. Why was Luke thanking Marcos?

Was Marcos not the one who should be thanking him?

Luca noticed the satisfied smile on Luke's face, which further puzzled her. However, she did not ask about it. After breakfast, she instructed Aunt Neile, "Aunt Neile, please bake some cookies for me in the afternoon. Bake them on both sides at 180 degrees for 20 minutes. Once they cool down, please help me pack them into small packages."

Aunt Neile took note of her instructions.

These were the snacks Luca made for Tommy’s outing. Given the time constraints, Luca woke up early today. She softened the butter according to the recipe, and mixed the softened butter with the rest of the ingredients. Then, she made them into small cookie shapes.

One by one, the small cookies were placed on a baking tray, ready for the final baking step.

Luca realized that time was running out. Since Aunt Neile volunteered to take on the task, she gladly entrusted her with the job.

"Let's go to work," said Luke.

"Alright." Luca put on her shoes and left the villa with him. They stood at the entrance, got into different cars, and headed in different directions to go to work.

On the other hand…

Amur was escorted into the police station by the police officers of X City.

"What did this person do?" another police officer asked.

"He got into a fight. Someone called the police, and he couldn't escape in time, so he was arrested," the officer escorting Amur replied helplessly.

"That's interesting. This guy got into a fight, but his face isn't even bruised? It's the first time I've seen that.” The other police officer teased as he took a closer look at Amur, who indeed did not seem injured.

"Yeah, right? He's a skilled fighter. He nearly beat someone to death. The person he fought with is now in the hospital," replied the escorting officer, feeling speechless. In all their cases, it was the first time he had seen such a fierce fight. "It wasn't a big scene. Just a two-on-one situation, but both of them ended up in the hospital, and the situation is still unclear."

"Oh, he can really throw punches. But is our police station targeting foreigners now? He’s a foreigner, and if this guy doesn't understand English or our language, we'll have to get an interpreter again.” The police officer thought of the Russian man who was still detained and felt a headache coming on.

He did not say a word during the interrogation.

If he had not requested a glass of water, they would not have known that he was Russian.

He refused to talk even when they had finally found a Russian interpreter. It was as though he was playing games with them.

"Well, you can relax. This guy understands English, speaks it fluently, and his grammar is even more precise than us locals in A City. There’s no need to hire an interpreter." The officer escorting Amur took out the identification they had found on him. "This is his passport."

"Oh, that saves us some time." The police officer was surprised. A Russian who could speak English? He managed to beat up two people and caused them to be in the hospital when it was a two-on-one fight?

Were Russian guys really that tough?

At this moment, Amur spoke in a calm tone, "Officer, as I said, it was self-defense."