Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle

"Yes, he's really a terrifying man," Sarah agreed with the maid.

The maid, curious about Sarah's reaction, wondered if she knew him. Otherwise, why would she say something like that?

As she looked at Sarah's Russian features and Matysh on TV, the maid could not help but ask, "Ms. Poplar, do you know him?" "No." Sarah shook her head immediately. "He's a big shot in the business world. How could someone like me possibly know him?"

As she said that, she did not notice the anger in her own voice.

At the same time, Sarah looked down at her hands. While her family was not as wealthy as Matysh's, they were comfortably well-off. Her parents always spoiled her and never made her do housework. Hence, when she married Marcos' father, her hands remained soft and delicate-not any different from those of the daughters of wealthy families.

In the end, the love she pursued destroyed her.

As she looked at her hands now, she wondered how could a man like Matysh ever know someone like her.

The maid sensed Sarah's emotions and did not say anything more, turning her attention back to the TV screen.

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As Sarah listened to Matysh's lawyer defending him, a cold smile appeared on her lips. Even at this point, Matysh still planned on pleading not guilty.

However, was he really innocent? He had so many charges against him.

Sarah rummaged around for something nearby.

"What are you looking for, Ms. Poplar?" asked the maid.

"My phone. Where's my phone?" replied Sarah.

"It's charging. I'll get it for you," said the maid. She was used to Sarah's forgetfulness by now.

Having undergone multiple brain surgeries to survive, it was understandable that there would be some lingering effects. For instance, Sarah's memory was now quite poor. She would often forget small details. Like leaving home without her wallet and keys, or misplacing something and struggling to remember where she put it.

The maid handed her the fully charged phone.

Sarah shook her head with a sigh. "Ever since I got sick, my memory's just been getting worse every day."

"It'll slowly get better, but you need to do some memory exercises," the maid reminded her. She had

accompanied Sarah to follow-up net

visits at the hospital where doctors advised memory training for recovery.

However, Sarah never followed through with the recommended exercises.

The maid had no choice. After all, she was just the maid, not a family member. If Sarah was unwilling to do the exercises, could she really force her?

The answer was clearly no.

Hence, the maid could only remind Sarah as best she could and keep track of where Sarah placed her things.

"People say it helps, but it really doesn't." Sarah shook her head. "If memory exercises worked, fewer people would be forgetful."

She knew that her last illness had damaged some brain nerves, leading to her worsening memory.

Sarah watched Matysh's every move on the TV screen, her eyes fixed on the live broadcast.

She could still remember the things Matysh had done and how the Abaza family had covered for him. Still, how much longer could they continue doing this?

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Sarah clutched her phone tightly and pondered quietly for a few minutes before sending a text to Luke: [Mr. Crawford, there's something need to tell you. When are you available?]

Some things needed to be said.

She did not know when she would forget about these things, but someone had to know what Matysh had done and make him pay.

Sarah did not expect Luke to help her seek justice. He had no reason to.

She just wanted him to pass on what she knew to Marcos.

As her phone vibrated, Sarah heard the maid mutter beside her, "Look at that defiant look in his eyes. He acts like the whole world owes him something when he's the one who messed up... His mindset is O seriously messed up."