Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle novel Chapter 1091

The room was quiet save for Shanks occasionally flipping the pages. The siblings did not do anything.

An hour later, the effects of the anesthesia wore off, and Bianca slowly came to.

She opened her eyes with much difficulty. She could feel pain all over her body.

Noticing Bianca's movements, Shanks put the magazine away, glanced at the drip bottle, and looked at her. "How do you feel?"

Without the effects of the anesthesia, Bianca thought that her entire body was in pain. She opened her lips slightly and found that they were numb. "Hurts."

Bianca's weakness lasted for only one second. She remembered that she had just delivered and asked, "Where is my child?"

"The operation was successful. The child is with Abel," Shanks replied.

Bianca took a deep breath. After bearing the baby for nine months, she did not have the right to carry the baby in her arms.

"It's a girl," Abel said.

Silent tears flowed down Bianca's face when she thought that the baby girl could not remain by her side.

Shanks frowned when he saw the tears. He wiped them away with a napkin and said, "You shouldn't let your wounds get wet."

'Wounds?' Bianca lifted her hand and realized that her face was covered in bandages.

"My face…" She opened her eyes wide and stared at Shanks. She had an ominous feeling about it.

"Abel ordered me to change your face," Shanks said, "I didn't want to put you under so many times, so I did the procedure together with your C-section."

Bianca put her hand down defeatedly and closed her eyes.

Without knowing it, she had become a stranger even to herself.

"Miss…" Eler's heart wrenched when she saw Bianca behaving like that. She wanted to comfort her.

Shanks stood up and replaced the empty drip bottle with a new one. "She's no longer at risk now. Come and look for me if anything happens."

"Yes!" Eler nodded and watched Shanks leave the room.

Bianca opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling. The paint on the ceiling was peeling because of long-term neglect. She imagined that her face was also like the ceiling.

"Eler," Bianca called out weakly. Her strength had not returned since the operation.

"Yes, Miss. I'm here." Eler wiped away a tear.

"Is there a mirror?" Bianca asked.

Eler hesitated when she saw the bandages on Bianca's face.

Bianca knew what Eler was thinking. She continued, "Get me a mirror. I'd like to take a look."

"Yes." Eler took a mirror from the bathroom and handed it to Bianca. "Your face is covered in bandages, Miss."

Bianca took the mirror with trembling hands and brought it in front of her face.

She wanted to see what Shanks had done to her face.

Other than her eyes, nostrils, and mouth, every other facial feature was tightly wrapped in bandages. Bianca could not see anything.

In other words, Shanks might have changed her entire face.

Abel came into the room with a crying child in his arms.

"Your child is such a bother, Bianca," Abel said. He knew that the newborn baby was very fragile and dared not do anything rough to stop her from crying. After all, it would not be as fun if something happened to the child.

Bianca could hear the baby crying as though she was calling for her.

She closed her eyes and ignored Abel, even though she yearned to see the baby.

Abel could guess what Bianca was thinking when he saw her defiant expression. He laughed and said, "Bianca, are you really neglecting your child?"

"Take her away." Bianca could feel her heart bleeding when she said those words.

She wanted to see her child very much, but she could not.

If Abel knew that she cared for the child, he would be able to exert more control on her.

Bianca did not want that.

Abel brought the wailing baby next to the bed. "Tsk tsk tsk, look at how pathetic she is. She's complaining that her mother is neglecting her after she's born."

Bianca gripped the bed sheets tightly. She wished that she could cover her ears so that she did not have to listen to Abel or the crying baby.

The child's heart-rending wails were like a sharp blade that stabbed her heart repeatedly.

Amur stood by the door. He could not bear to watch that.

As though sensing what he was thinking, Eler shot him a glance and shook her head, warning him not to act rashly.