Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle

Chapter 92 Like A Family Of Three

Bianca did not expect that Luke would take the two little kids to watch a movie like Life.

Even though she had never watched it, she had seen several of her colleagues and ex-classmates posting about it, saying how some parts of the film were scary and bloody. Some even called it disgusting.

Bianca glanced at Luke and said nothing. She had the little kid in her arms and went into the manor with her head down.

Rainie laid on Aunt Bea's shoulder, but she seemed to be able to sense it when she passed by her dad. She raised her head to stick her tongue out at her dad.

Luke,

Allison stood on the balcony on the second floor, looking at the scene at the main entrance downstairs with an ugly expression.

'Didn't I tell her to stay away from Luke? Why is she here? Isn’t she ashamed of herself? 1

'She’s acting like they’re a family of three!’ 1

After getting angry, Allison sorted the expression on her face and went downstairs.

The two old men in the garden also saw the scene at the door.

Old Master Crawford laughed and sighed with relief. "I've been looking forward to this day for almost five years now."

"It’s not easy to be an elderly at this age because all we want is the happiness of the kids.” Old Man Rayne moved one last piece to capture Old Master Crawford's white piece.

Even though Old Master Crawford lost the game, he still looked happy.

The scene at the entrance was too harmonious.

Before Bea even entered the door, she had picked up the child while the child stuck tightly to her. It was as if the child had just met her mother who just came back after traveling for a long time.

As for his cold-faced grandson, Luke, he stood with a noble air by the side. Unknowingly, he had slowly but surely put away his role as the head of his family and turned into a husband who did not know how to admit his mistakes to his wife and kids.

"Bea's here?" Allison went downstairs and greeted Bianca with a friendly smile.

Bianca stopped abruptly.

Allison looked at the two old men who were still smiling and said, "Bea, come with me. I have something for you. The last time we met, I was in a hurry and didn't have time to give you my welcome gift."

After hearing that, Bianca finally raised her head and looked at Allison.

'Welcome gift?"

She was afraid that it was just an excuse for Allison to talk privately with her.

"Ma'am, forget about the welcome gift!" Old Man Rayne did not want his granddaughter to take any valuable things from the Crawford family yet. He thought that those things ought to come after their marriage. After all, they were not even engaged yet.

"No, you shouldn’t stop her!" Old Master Crawford waved at his daughter-in- law, Allison, and motioned to her to ignore what Old Man Rayne said. He meant to ask her to take Bea up. After all, the welcome gift must be given.

When Old Master Crawford looked back, he said to Old Man Rayne, "We already consider Bea as our family. On behalf of everyone in the Crawford family, I acknowledge Bea. You're the grandfather, so you mustn't butt in with the mother-in-law getting along with the daughter-in-law."

When Old Master Crawford said this, the matter sounded more serious as it involved the relationship between the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.

Old Man Rayne thought for a moment. He thought that it was reasonable that he did not butt in. NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

Rainie had to get down from Aunt Bea and went to play on the swings with her brother.

In the room upstairs.

Allison took out a jewelry box with a necklace inlaid with diamonds.

She opened the box and brought it in front of Bianca. "I got this necklace from attending a benefit on behalf of Luke. I bought it from an auction for six million. Now, I'm giving it to you."

"I don't want such an expensive gift." Bianca was not trying to be polite to Allison. She just wanted Allison to say what she wanted to say and not waste time.

Allison did not really think that Bianca would not want it. She said with sarcasm, "You can resell it and get five million for it. Are you sure you don't want it?"

Bianca hated Allison's face. Every second of looking at her face was torture. She said, "If you're not getting to the point, I'll be leaving." She then turned and left.

Allison was stunned in the room with the jewelry box still in her hands.

20 minutes later, Allison went downstairs and found Bianca in the kitchen. She was pouring a glass of water for Rainie.

'I’m sorry, I thought you'd like things like jewelry..." Allison apologized, but her face remained arrogant.

Bianca stopped pouring the water and looked back at Allison. "My dad said that you married into a wealthy family shortly after giving birth to me. I'd say you’ve been living this luxurious life for almost 20- something years now. The Crawford family is a highly reputed family amongst the wealthy families, but why do you still act like a nouveau riche wife?"

When Allison was called a nouveau riche wife, she clenched her jaw tightly.

Her attitude seemed to worsen as she said ferociously, "Who are you to judge me? You've been poor your entire life! Watch your own actions and words before you become a laughing stock!"

"At least I wouldn't abandon my husband and daughter to live a good life, trying to suck up to rich people." Bianca dropped the crudest bomb that had been on her mind.

With that sentence out, it was as if years of pent-up resentment finally subsided.

Yes, she hated the woman who gave birth to her but did not keep her. For more than two decades, she had not seen that woman, so all her questions and accusations were hidden in her heart.

Now, that woman was standing in front of her and acting contemptuously. She thought that there was no need for her to be shy about their motherdaughter relationship.

A woman like her did not deserve the respect of her kids.

Allison had never been humiliated by someone younger than her that way before. In the past few years, the only person who had humiliated her was Susan!

"Sure, talk all you want, but didn't you rack your brain to get a part of this household’s wealth as well? If you really don't have a desire to live a rich life, why come here today?" Allison said sarcastically and bitterly.

Bianca closed her eyes and listened to her own mother's humiliating words. She was thankful that she did not inherit this woman’s gene that felt contemptuous toward the poor but loved the rich.

If it was not for Grandpa, she would not have come.

She could not let Grandpa know about the truth. An old person like him would not be able to bear the impact of the news.

A young person like her could not accept the cruel fact that they had the same mother but different fathers, what more an old person?

Bianca could not bother explaining it to Allison, so she walked out.

Allison's expression remained elegant, but she warned. "Don't be delusional and try to jump over the lines of morality. Let Luke go. I'll give you as much money as you want!"

Bianca went next to Rainie.

Luke was playing with the kids. Perhaps playing with the kids was a bit of a stretch. It was just Rainie and Lanie playing on the swing with someone pushing them. However, when he went over, he told the person who was initially pushing the swing to find something else to do.

Rainie was still angry with Daddy. At that moment, Daddy took the initiative to push her on the swing. It was then she decided to forgive Daddy and not be angry with him anymore.

After a while, however, the swing was pushed too high!

The little kid got so scared that she cried.

The two old men playing chess as well as Bianca who was holding the glass of water got shocked. They all looked over.

Nobody knew what the man pushing the swing was thinking. His arms were strong and long, and he had used his entire strength on the swing. He was oblivious to the strength that a child could endure.

Luke held the rope on the swing frame with one hand to stop the swing from moving and reached out to pick up his crying and trembling daughter... 'I don't want to play with Daddy anymore. Boohoo..." Rainie was startled.