Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle



Chapter 3351 There's Something Off With Her Mental State

Allison was so thrown off by his commanding presence that she took two steps back.

When Luke mentioned Susan, her eyes widened, and she shook with anger. "I'm your real mother! Who does that woman think she is?! You call her Mother'? No! Susan's not your mother. I'm your only mother!"

Consumed with jealousy, Allison's eyes turned red. She could not stand Luke calling Susan 'Mother'.

Furious, she smashed several items in the living room.

"Madam Allison, please calm down." Sophian was startled by Allison's sudden outburst.

Allison shattered another item, casting a hateful, challenging glare at Luke. She was like a child causing trouble.

When he still showed no reaction, she picked up a vase and smashed it, creating a louder racket.

Luke watched the whole scene with an icy calm.

These were genuine art pieces from reputable brands. Even though they were not as costly as his grandfather's antiques, they were still valuable.

One piece could cost a white-collar worker half of their annual salary.

However, no matter how Allison fumed or how many pieces she smashed, Luke did not flinch or show the slightest hint of concern. He was as indifferent as though Allison were smashing cheap imitations.

Allison saw how indifferent he was and reached for another item to smash. Sophian, unable to bear it any longer, firmly grabbed her hand. "Madam Allison, please calm down. Stop breaking things."

"Calm down? How am I supposed to calm down with a son like this? Ugh, my heart. He's got it aching with anger!" Allison wailed, clutching her chest.

Though she wailed, she barely hit her chest. The sound was more dramatic than the impact.

Luke watched her unravel as a hint of annoyance flashed across his eyes. He took Luca's hand and led her upstairs.

Allison watched helplessly as they made their way up the stairs.

Her fury spilled over uncontrollably as she continued to smash a few more pieces.

Sophian, feeling sorry for the wasted art pieces, thought, 'If only I could have these.!

At least she would not destroy them...

What a waste...

However, knowing she would have to clean up, Sophian quickly held Allison back, stopping her from smashing more things. "Madam Allison, he's already gone upstairs. Breaking things won't make him notice now."

"So? I want him to feel a little heartache!" Allison stood with her hands on her hips. After throwing herself into a heated argument with Susan and hurling things around in a fit of rage, the chaos left her breathless.

Sophian shook her head helplessly.

Nevertheless, her words seemed to work.

Allison finally stopped smashing things.

Sophian let out a sigh of relief. She picked up a broom and dustpan to start cleaning up the shards.

Meanwhile, Luke and Luca entered the master bedroom upstairs and closed the door.

Luca let out a quiet breath, feeling relieved. Allison's tantrum had been terrifying. She was half-worried that Allison might storm upstairs and scratch her or Luke. Fortunately, it had not come to that.

She looked worriedly at Luke and asked, "Luke, is it just me, or is your mother's mood not quite right?"

"You mean her mental state, don't you?" replied Luke, understanding she was trying to be considerate of his feelings.

He knew exactly what she meant.

Luca nodded. "I really think there's something off with her mental state. The way she was smashing things felt almost hysterical. I'm not a professional in this area, but my gut tells me we should maybe find her a therapist?"

"What therapist would even agree to treat her now? Even if we did find one, she'd probably kick them out as soon as they got to the door." Luke felt helpless. Allison would only see people she already knew well.

Any stranger, unless they could help improve her skin, probably would not stand a chance.

Luca pursed her lips. She was not very familiar with therapists herself. She did not have any friends in the field either. The only friend she had known who consulted with a therapist was Nina.

However, Luca did not want to trouble Nina with this, knowing it might bring up painful memories for Nina.

Besides, any therapist Nina could find, Luke could find just as easily.

Even if they found someone, Allison likely would not cooperate with the treatment, making it pointless to try.

Luca could not help but let out a sigh at the thought of this. "So, do we just let her keep acting out?"

"Let's give it some time. The kids aren't home, so no matter how much she acts out, at least it won't affect them," answered Luke.

Luca nodded. Just as she put her phone down, it rang.

She glanced at the screen and told Luke, "It's Aunt Neile. She's probably calling about work tomorrow. I'll take the opportunity to tell her about her paid time off."

"Okay." Luke nodded. "I'll head to the other room to finish some work."

"Hello," Luca answered the call.

Luke opened the door to the master bedroom. Downstairs, the chaos Allison had created had finally quieted.

A fleeting look of cold disdain crossed his eyes. He could not stand people like her, who were loud and chaotic- even if she was his mother. Deep down, he despised her.

However, as a member of the Crawford family, no matter how difficult his mother could be, he could not act against her. Even with years of work in T Corporation, there were plenty of people waiting for him to slip up.

If he was accused of something like not doing his duty as a son, it might give his rivals the leverage they needed to push him out.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

That was why, when Allison came back and his grandfather refused to let her stay at Crawford Manor, Luke had no choice but to take her in.

He could only ignore her as much as possible no matter what happened.

Eventually, she would get tired and settle down-just like earlier.

If he had said even a single word or tried to stop her, Allison would have only smashed more things.

She had changed completely after serving time in prison. When she threw a tantrum, she acted like a little child. She still thought everything was the way it used to be, but everything had changed.

Luke's tolerance for her antics was wearing thin, to the point that he could completely ignore some of her more

dramatic behaviors.

After walking into the bedroom across the hall, Luke shut the door, locked it, and focused on his work.

In the other room, Luca finished explaining Luke's decision to Aunt Neile. She chatted with her for a while longer, reassuring her so she would not worry.

Downstairs, Sophian finished cleaning up the mess and carefully tended to Allison's wounds. Since Allison had sensitive skin, she could only use iodine for disinfecting. However, Allison was visibly unhappy with the color.

"Ugh, this looks awful!" Allison frowned as she held up a mirror to watch Sophian apply the iodine with a cotton

swab.

The iodine was even darker than her skin tone!

Sophian explained, "Madam Allison, your skin is very sensitive. Using alcohol would be too harsh, so I had to go with iodine."

"What bad luck! If you hadn't let Susan in, I wouldn't have been scratched like this!" complained Allison. Sophian thought to herself that if Allison had not acted so impulsively, the fight would not have happened. This mess was entirely because of Allison's hot-headedness and had nothing to do with her.

However, she could only bow her head and apologize, "I'm sorry, Madam Allison. It was my mistake."

"From now on, if Susan is outside the door, don't let her in! Even if she's out there screaming murder, don't open that door!" Allison reminded her. She had a feeling that with Susan living next door, she would be dropping by to stir things up at every opportunity.