Matthew Nelson wasn’t oblivious to the fact that Helen White had some tricks up her sleeve, but the news of her miscarriage weighed heavily on him.
Matthew’s eyes drooped, silently acknowledging the truth.
It appeared that Matthew was reluctant to discuss Helen.
Dolores Flores couldn’t fathom what was going through her mind, but she desperately wanted to hear Matthew say, “After the divorce, will you marry her?”
Taking his time, Matthew calmly placed his coffee cup down, wiped his mouth slowly, and set aside his napkin. Finally, he opened his eyes and uttered, “I will marry her.”
He stood up and left the villa without another word.
He truly loved Helen.
Dolores had no appetite, but she forced herself to drink the milk and eat the fried egg Coral had prepared-all for the sake of her unborn child.
After finishing her breakfast, she left the villa.
Now she had to find a place to stay.
Fortunately, she stumbled upon a two-bedroom apartment that would be sufficient for her and Jessica Lennon. The rent was reasonable, so she paid the deposit and secured the place.
Upon signing the contract at the agency, she waited by the roadside for transportation.
Glancing at her phone, she checked the time. It was 8:50 a. m., just ten minutes until 9 o’clock. Worried about making it back in time, she struggled to find any available transportation. It wasn’t until nearly 9 o’clock that she finally managed to hail a taxi.
She dialed the villa’s number once she got in the cab. Coral answered, and Dolores said, “If Abbott Baron arrives, please tell him to wait for me. I’ll be back soon.”
She didn’t want any misunderstandings about her divorce or to delay the inevitable.
After Coral acknowledged the message, Dolores ended the call. Just as she was about to put her phone away, it rang. It was Sampson Herbert.
She answered the call and heard his voice on the other end, “Lola, where are you? I’m back.”
Glancing outside the window, she realized she had to go to the Bureau of Civil Affairs with Abbott to handle the divorce. She didn’t have time to meet with Sampson, so she replied, “I’ll call you back-”
Before she could finish her sentence, as they crossed the intersection, a large truck appeared out of nowhere, seemingly out of control, heading straight for their car!
Her pupils contracted upon seeing the truck driver’s fierce expression-
“Lola-”
BANG!
The collision between the two vehicles resounded loudly. The truck was speeding, causing the taxi to soar into the air and flip multiple times before landing upside down by the roadside.
The truck continued for a few more meters until it crashed into a massive billboard, finally coming to a halt.
“Lola-” The phone that had fallen outside continued to emit Sampson’s worried voice. The loud crash indicated that something terrible had happened.
Dolores’s face was covered in blood, and her vision blurred more with each passing moment. The pain was overpowering.
No, she couldn’t let go. She still had her unborn child. She couldn’t die.
Enduring the agony, she screamed, “Is anyone there? Help me-”
Her voice was feeble.
Someone called the police and an ambulance, while others rushed to aid the victims of the crash.
“Help me-” Dolores gradually lost consciousness, her voice growing fainter and fainter until it couldn’t be heard anymore.
She ultimately succumbed to unconsciousness.
When she woke up, the strong scent of disinfectant filled her nostrils.
Sampson saw her awaken and immediately grasped her hand. “You’re awake.”
Dolores surveyed her surroundings-it was a hospital room.
“You were in an accident. A truck lost control of its brakes. By the time I arrived, you had already been rescued.”
The blood covering her body consisted of her own and that of the taxi driver.
He held her hand tightly. “Do you know how scared I was? I was terrified of losing you-”
He abruptly stopped himself before finishing his sentence. “Touch wood, I shouldn’t say that.”
Dolores attempted to sit up, but Sampson halted her movement. “Don’t move too much. You’re injured.”
Dolores furrowed her brow.
She knew she was injured because the pain remained vivid in her memory.
Sampson’s expression grew somber. Holding her hand, he kissed it gently and said, “I have both good news and bad news. Which one would you like to hear first?”
Dolores opened her dry mouth and replied, “The bad news.”
After all, pleasure often comes after hardship.
“There’s a small piece of metal lodged in your waist that needs to be surgically removed. If left untreated, it could compress the nerves in your back and impair your ability to walk.”
Dolores breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it had nothing to do with her unborn child.
To her, it wasn’t that bad-it was just an injury.
“And what’s the good news?” she asked, looking at Sampson. His face appeared paler than ever, devoid of any trace of blood.
Sampson gripped her hand tightly. “You’re pregnant with twins.”
What?
How was that possible?
“What did you say? I’ve already had an ultrasound, and it showed only one-”
“Two. One was positioned behind the uterus wall, hidden from view by the others during the scan.” Due to her severe injuries, she had to undergo a thorough examination. The four-dimensional ultrasound was far more accurate than a regular one.
It was real. She was indeed carrying twins.
Sampson didn’t know how to feel. It was a conflicting mix of happiness and apprehension.
Dolores stared at the ceiling, unable to calm her racing thoughts.
She smiled, yet tears streamed down the corners of her eyes, dampening the white pillows.
Was God playing a joke on her?
Did God think she was too lonely and decided to send two angels to accompany her?
She was unlucky, yet also fortunate.
“Lola,” Sampson’s grip on her hand remained firm, and he hesitated before speaking, burdened with numerous thoughts. Finally, he mustered the courage to say, “What if you consider terminating the pregnancy?”
Dolores stared at him in shock and disbelief. What had he just said?
Did he even understand the gravity of his words?
She struggled against the hand holding hers, silently resisting.
“Lola-”
“I’m not listening. So, what if their father is a foreigner? They are inside my body, a part of my life now. Can I give up on my own life?”
She wouldn’t give up.
It had been three months, and their blood and souls were already intertwined.
How could Sampson not grasp the significance of the unborn child to her?
He vividly remembered the scene when Dolores knelt before Jessica Lennon, vowing to protect the child.
He wouldn’t want her to be sad either.
Sampson reached out to gently caress her pale face and spoke softly, “During your surgery, you’ll need anesthesia, and the child won’t be able to survive-”
Her body trembled slightly. “What if I refuse anesthesia?”
“You won’t be able to endure it!” Sampson nearly jumped, reprimanding her.
Surgery without anesthesia was excruciatingly painful!
“Lola, please listen,” Sampson tried to persuade her. “It’s only three months, and in the future-”
“But isn’t three months still a life?” Dolores’s resolve was unwavering. “I’m not giving up.”