Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle



Chapter 3420 Trying To Bring Down The Mallory Family

Karen's subordinate had always thought Pierre was not someone to be messed with.

With his temperament, he was clearly unfit to be an heir.

That was also why her subordinate could never understand why Karen always favored her youngest son.

Still, at the end of the day, Karen was the one signing his paycheck, not Percy and certainly not Pierre. Hence, whatever Karen wanted him to do, he did without question.

Thinking about t now, the subordinate figured t was not his place to say anything.

If even Pierre did not think Karen deserved respect, what right did a mere employee like him have to comment?

There was nothing he could say.

Pierre, meanwhile, was stewing over Karen's latest schemes. His expression darkened as he muttered bitterly, "She couldn't even use that woman to threaten Percy properly. Now, she's been sent back to the psychiatric hospital? She's absolutely useless."

The subordinate hesitated for a moment as he wanted to say something.noveldrama

He almost pointed out that there were not many in the Mallory family who could go toe-to- toe with Percy.

However, he stopped himself. If he said that out loud, it would undoubtedly earn him a scolding from Pierre.

The two brothers had been at odds for years.

If it were not for Pierre's crippled leg, he would probably still be fighting with Percy tooth and nail right now.

The subordinate stood aside as he listened to Pierre hurling insults at Karen. His words were increasingly harsh. He felt speechless but knew he could not argue or offer any input.

It was not until a ringtone cut through the tirade that Pierre finally stopped cursing.

He turned to the subordinate. "Hand me my phone."

"Yes, sir," replied the subordinate as he carefully handed over the phone.

Since the last dry needling treatment had helped Pierre's leg improve slightly, his condition had not progressed much.

He was still limping, and walking was so cumbersome that he opted to stay in a wheelchair most of the time.

Pierre took the phone and answered the call. "What is it?"

On the other end, a man's voice came through. "Mr. Pierre, Mr. Percy just entered the psychiatric hospital."

"What's he doing there?" asked Pierre, only to immediately realize how stupid the question

was.

His people would not know what Percy was up to in the psychiatric hospital.

Still, it was not hard to guess. If Percy had gone there at this time, it had to be because of Karen. Pierre narrowed his eyes. "Got it. Keep an eye on him. Let me know the moment he leaves."

"Yes, sir," the voice on the phone replied.

Percy, led by a nurse, entered Karen's hospital ward.

Karen, still groggy from the anesthesia, was only half awake. When she saw Percy walk in, her eyes flared with emotion. She struggled to move, her legs kicking as she tried to get up.

However, the anesthesia had not worn off completely, and she could not lift herself. The nurse standing beside him reminded, "The patient seems to be showing signs of aggression. Should I restrain her with a treatment belt?"

"No need." Percy glanced around the ward. There was nothing here she could use as a weapon.

Therefore, even if Karen wanted to attack him, she would not stand a chance.

"Okay. I'll wait outside. Just press the call button if you need anything." The nurse gave Percy a shy smile. As she was about to leave, Percy asked, "When will she fully regain consciousness?"

"She should be fully awake in about half an hour, but her emotions are very unstable. Whether you can have a normal conversation with her is hard to say."

"Got it." Percy nodded. His gaze fixed coldly on Karen.

After the nurse stepped out, she carefully locked the door behind her.

This patient had a history of escaping, and the hospital management had ordered strict precautions.

If Karen managed to get away again, the entire staff would be held accountable.

Inside the ward, Percy sat down in a chair, casually scrolling through his phone as he dealt with work and replied to Gordan's messages.

He had laid an inescapable trap in A City and was just waiting for the Island of Despair to make their move so that he could destroy them in one fell swoop.

Meanwhile, Karen, lying on the hospital bed, was kicking violently. Her movements grew stronger as the anesthesia wore off.

Her thrashing eventually attracted the attention of the nurses, but Percy remained completely unfazed. He continued working, unbothered by her tantrum, fully focused on clearing up his workload.

The mess Karen had caused had already wasted enough of his time.

If he wanted to spend a peaceful evening with Nina, he needed to make the most of every second now to deal with the company's affairs.

As the effects of the anesthesia faded, Karen's muffled voice gradually grew louder and clearer. She began to curse him, "Percy, you despicable coward!"

Percy slowly lifted his head when he heard her sharp insults. "Awake now?"

"I can't believe I gave birth to such a spineless, untrustworthy son!" Karen glared at him with fiery intensity, her teeth bared and face twisted in rage. It was as though she wanted to devour him whole!

"No, you're not my son. You must've been switched at birth. The nurse probably mixed you up with some pauper's kid, because you've got nothing but the blood of a penniless loser in your veins! All you care about is taking over the Mallory family's fortune!"

Percy did not bother arguing. Whether or not he was truly a Mallory was obvious to anyone who saw him.

His resemblance to Daryl was undeniable.

Her words made him think of his unfaithful father.

Suddenly, it all made sense why, at a certain point, Karen had started avoiding meaningful conversations with him.

She had claimed it was because he was the Mallory family's heir and needed to focus on his responsibilities, but that was not the truth.

The real reason was his father's infidelity. After Daryl cheated on her, Karen was devastated. Seeing Percy reminded her too much of her husband's betrayal, so she distanced herself

from him.

Instead, she poured all her maternal love into Pierre.

She spoiled him to the point of lawlessness.

Karen's voice dragged him back to the present. "Give me the phone! I'm going to tell Old Master Mallory that Percy isn't even a real Mallory! He's just some impostor swapped at

birth! Give me the phone!

"I'm going to expose you for the scheming, traitorous fraud you are! I'll make sure the old master kicks you out of the Mallory family! Everything in the Mallory family belongs to me, not to some outsider like you! Get out! Get out of the Mallory family!

"Percy... No, you're not Percy at all! You're nothing but a pauper's son who's taking my real son's place! If you're trying to bring down the Mallory family, think again. As long as I'm alive, I'll never allow it! Never!

"My son, my poor son... Where are you? I'll find you. I'll bring you back and give you the life you deserve. My poor, sweet son..." Tears suddenly welled in her eyes, and her voice cracked

with sorrow.

Tears blurred Karen's vision as she looked at Percy.

Her outburst, her tears, her desperation-none of it stirred even the faintest reaction from

him.

There was no sympathy and no anger, just a cold, indifferent expression.

It was so cold that it was like the face of someone staring at a stranger.

However, she was his mother. How could he look at her like that?

Karen had been putting on a show, pretending to lose control, hoping to manipulate him.

Yet now, faced with Percy's apathy, she began to doubt herself.

What should she do next?

How could she ensure Pierre's leg healed completely?

How could she reclaim her position in the Mallory family and regain control over

everything?

More importantly, how could she guarantee that Pierre became the sole heir of the Mallory

family...

As these thoughts churned in her mind, a dark, unsettling idea began to take shape.