Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle by Heap Heap

Chapter 672 Daddy...

Jack was not surprised by Queenie's decision.

Even if she did not mention it, he would discuss it with her some time soon anyway. They needed to be reunited

with their birth daughter.

Jack sighed and said, "I'd love to be reunited with our daughter too. A few days ago, I met Bianca at Bay Town. It

hurts to see her right in front of me, but I can't get any closer to her, and it... breaks my heart to see her so thin

and haggard."

Queenie washed her hands with the tap next to the easel, then returned to her rattan chair and massaged her

neck. "I don't think I can wait any longer, Jack. We should go to visit the Crawfords this weekend, tell them the truth,

and reunite with our birth daughter!"

She had chronic cervical spondylosis. If she lowered her head for extended periods, she would suffer from intense

sharp pain in her neck.

Seeing what his wife was doing, Jack took off his coat, placed it on the rack, and began to massage Queenie's neck

and shoulders.

To alleviate his wife's pain, Jack had learned physiotherapy techniques during his free time from a renowned

physiotherapist. No one had expected the exalted Mr. Norman to do that for his wife.

Queenie knew that her husband loved her. Over the years, she had returned his love.

That was why their marriage lasted.

While Jack massaged Queenie, he said, "You should paint less so you wouldn't be bothered by neck pain so often.

Moreover, you have sensitive skin, and there are many chemicals in oil paints that can cause allergies. Have you

forgotten about that time when you had to be rushed to the hospital because you stayed up all night painting?"

He reprimanded Queenie.

Queenie smiled nonchalantly when she was reminded of that embarrassing episode. "That's already so long ago.

Why are you mentioning it? Oil paints nowadays have far less harmful chemicals than before, and the risk is

negligible. Painting is my favorite hobby and quitting it is impossible. I'd give up my business before I give up

painting."

Queenie majored in oil painting in college, and Jack knew how much she loved painting. The first time he met her,

she was sitting among the bushes painting flowers. Her elegant demeanor and the lifelike painting made him fall in

love with her at first sight.

After she graduated, Queenie never stopped painting, even though she became a businesswoman. She had

entered her works in various international exhibitions and had gotten gold awards on multiple occasions. Her works

were highly sought after by collectors and art institutions both in and out of the country.

Queenie Ziegler was an influential name in the artists' circles of A City.

Her fame also brought her trouble. Many people sought to commission her for huge sums of money, and some

people even tried to give her bribes under the pretense of commissioning her. Queenie had declined such offers,

and Jack had declared that any illicit deals made under the pretense of art would be severely punished.

True to Jack's word, several bribers had been arrested and punished this way. Eventually, those schemers gave up

on the idea after seeing that nothing would sway their principles.

Jack continued to knead Queenie's shoulders. "Our daughter has inherited your artistic talents. I've never seen her

paintings, but I've seen her house design for Father. Father is a picky person, and many renowned designers could

not satisfy him, except for Bianca. I think that our daughter is a truly talented designer."

Queenie nodded in agreement. "Of course. Even if our daughter might not be the best, she would still be

considered one of the best. Do you know why I want to fetch our daughter back from the Crawford family?"

"Because she has lost her husband. You're afraid that the people from the Crawford family might bully her, and we

can be her support," Jack guessed.

Queenie gently held Jack's hand, turned her head to look at him, and shook her head gently. "That's only one of the

reasons. Allison Tanner is an arrogant and materialistic woman. Our daughter might be her daughter-inlaw, but she

has always treated Bianca with contempt and hostility because of me. She blames Bianca for Luke's death and says

that our daughter has brought bad luck to her son. If not for Old Master Crawford, she would definitely drive Bianca

out of the household without hesitating..."

Jack's eyes widened, and his hands paused. "How dare she! Even if my daughter leaves the Crawford family, it's

because she wants to, not because she's forced to. She can come and talk to me if she wants to do that!"

Queenie smiled and patted Jack's hand, telling him to calm down.

She got up from her chair, went to the shelf next to her, took out a document, and handed it to her husband.

Jack took the document, not sure what to expect. The more he read it, the more surprised and happy he became.

His hands were trembling uncontrollably. "When... when did you do this?" "When I was taking care of Bea, I picked

up two strands of her hair and took it to the hospital for a DNA test. I've confirmed that Bianca is indeed our birth

daughter. Jack, the main reason I want to formalize our relationship with Bianca is that I found out that she's facing

financial difficulties, and I hope that we can help her. My poor girl has suffered so much since she was young, and

when she finally found happiness, an accident took her husband's life away. It's not easy for her to raise three

children on her own. I cant bear to see our daughter in trouble and not help her..."

Even though Jack already knew that Bianca was his birth daughter, looking at the physical report with his own eyes

gave him a shock.

Jack nodded. "Alright, Queenie, let's do it your way. We'll get Bianca out of the Crawford household as soon as

possible."

Meanwhile, Leia was bringing a plate of cut fruit for her parents.

She stood outside the door and overheard what her parents were talking about. She was mentally prepared for the

eventuality that Bianca would return to the Norman household, but she still felt that twinge of jealousy...

What would happen to her when Bianca returned?

The three children were sleeping soundly in the mansion.

The twins were sleeping on the bed while Tommy was sleeping in the cradle. He was smiling as he sucked on the

pacifier.

Bianca forgot about her worries as she gazed lovingly at the three children's faces. It was a tranquil moment.

"Daddy..." Suddenly, Rainie mumbled in her dreams.

The voice was soft, but it wrenched Bianca's heart...