Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle



Chapter 3422 Can't Go In Without His Permission

"Alright." Percy turned and walked toward the physician's office.

When he stepped out of the psychiatric hospital again, his gaze fell on a black car parked by the side of the road.

It was a special vehicle for the disabled.

Apart from the hospital's own vehicles, no other cars were allowed inside the psychiatric hospital's grounds. This was to prevent patients from using vehicles to escape or harm others.

Therefore, cars visiting family members were generally parked along the road on either side of the hospital.

Hence, seeing a car parked by the side of the road was perfectly normal.

Percy smirked slightly and stared at the car for a while before getting into his own car and leaving.

Inside the black car, the driver let out a long sigh of relief.

"Mr. Pierre, we almost got spotted by Mr. Percy just now," said the driver after watching Percy get into the car and drive away.

Percy's eyes darkened. "What's the big deal? Even if he finds out, so what? I'm here visiting my mom. I'm not doing anything bad. Even if he catches me, what's he gonna do? Look at you, all scared. Just push me out of the car."

"Yes, sir!" the driver replied immediately. Earlier, he had noticed from the rear-view mirror that Pierre looked tense. Now that Percy had left, he was acting like he was not scared at all. His stubbornness was almost scary.

The driver got out of the car and pushed Percy out from the back.

Once Percy was out of the car, he watched the direction Percy had left in. His eyes were filled with cold malice.

They were both from the Mallory family.

Percy drove around in a luxury car, admired by everyone, living a life of glory.

As for him, he could only sit in a special disabled vehicle, one that cost less than a fraction of Percy's car.

He had become the sinner of the Mallory family because of his failed business.

No one wanted to associate with him. In fact, people thought that just by being friendly with him, bad luck would fall upon them.

Hence, the company's old shareholders kept their distance from him like he was poison. It was just one failure, yet they treated him like this at every turn!

Pierre thought that Percy was to blame for all of this.

It had to be because Percy had said something to those old men, otherwise they would not be treating him this way!

Percy clenched his fists at the thought of this. One day, he would make Percy and the others pay!

He instructed the driver, "Take me over there."

"Yes." The driver nodded.

After learning that Pierre had gone to the mental hospital, Percy had waited for over an hour and had not heard that he had come out. That was why he had decided to come here.

He wanted to find out exactly what Pierre had done to Karen.

Percy had done everything in a perfectly reasonable way to get Karen committed.

To the point where Pierre could not find anything to use against the other person.

Now, Pierre felt he had the chance to get a hold of something that could expose Percy, and he was not going to miss it.

The driver pushed Percy to the entrance of the psychiatric hospital.

The security guard stopped them and asked, "Are you here to be admitted?"

Clearly, he mistook Pierre for someone checking in as a patient.

In an instant, Pierre's expression darkened.

The driver realized the security guard had misspoken. He immediately gave him a kick and angrily shouted, "What nonsense are you talking about?! Have you ever seen someone as normal as him coming to be admitted? We're here to visit a patient!"

The security guard realized his mistake, rubbed his nose, and replied, "Visitors need to register and provide the patient's information."

Since the patients in this psychiatric hospital were all from influential families and the staff managed them according to the families' wishes, the registration process was very strict. "Karen Ruiz," said Pierre.

"And the ID number?" asked the guard.

"I don't remember." Pierre frowned. Who would remember something like that?

The guard gave him a suspicious look. "Who are you to the patient?"

"I'm her son," answered Pierre.

The guard was even more puzzled. "How can a son not remember his mother's ID number? This is really something."

It was not that sons were expected to know their mother's ID number by heart, but patients in the mental hospital had serious mental conditions, which led them to be admitted.

As a family member, one should know all the patient's information to avoid being caught off guard in an emergency.

The driver noticed that Percy's face had grown even darker and impatiently said, "Who said a son must remember his mother's ID number? Can you remember your mother's?"

"Of course, I can!" retorted the guard. However, he did not want to continue that topic. He asked again, "What's your mother's patient number?"

Pierre looked at the driver.

The driver looked at the security guard.

The security guard stared at them both.

"You've got to be kidding me. Are you really her son? You don't remember her ID number, and you don't even know her patient number?"

The guard typed the name into the computer, but it only came up with the surname Ruiz.

However, he still needed to verify the details.

"Get your director out here!" Pierre was really losing patience.

He was afraid he might end up punching the security guard.

Even though his leg was injured, he was not completely crippled!

"Our director's too busy to handle these low-level issues. If you don't give me the patient's

number, I can't let you in," the security guard said firmly.

"Call the director." Pierre could not be bothered to argue with someone like this.

"Yes, sir." The driver quickly dialed the director's number.

The director quickly made his way out when he heard that Percy had arrived.

When he arrived, he glanced at the photo that Percy had provided.

After he saw Pierre, he confirmed his identity. With a smile, the director asked, "Mr. Pierre,

what brings you here today?"

"I'm here to visit my mother, Madam Mallory, Karen Ruiz." Pierre's expression was dark. It

looked like a storm was brewing on his face.

When had he ever been stopped like this?

Only a lowly security guard would have the nerve to act so boldly.

"You're here to visit Madam Mallory..." The director put on a look of sudden realization." I'm sorry, but Madam Mallory's condition isn't suitable for visitors right now. How about you come back another day?"

"What do you mean?" Percy frowned deeply as he looked up at the director.

His leg was useless, so he could only look up at others like this.noveldrama

It always frustrated him. He felt that looking at people this way did not have any real power

to intimidate or threaten them.

"I mean exactly what I said. Madam Mallory's condition is very poor right now, and it's not suitable for visits. Furthermore, Mr. Percy, your brother, specifically asked that no one visit her at this time, so she can rest and recover. Once her mental state improves, we can arrange for a visitation," the director relayed Percy's wishes.

Percy was the one who paid for Karen's hospitalization.

He had brought her in, so all the arrangements were made according to his wishes.

"So, what you're saying is, I can't go in without his permission?" Pierre asked in a dark

tone. "I'm Karen's son, and I'm not allowed?"

"We're following the hospital's rules as well as the wishes of the primary contact of the patient." The director was still smiling.

"Following hospital rules, huh?" Pierre snorted coldly. "I suspect you're fabricating false

medical records and colluding with Percy to keep her locked up in here. I'm calling the police!"