Chapter 55: Chapter 55



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It’s not that Matthew Nelson didn’t know, Helen White had a few tricks up her sleeve; it’s just that the news of her miscarriage was too much to bear.

Matthew had been with Helen for quite some time; she even got pregnant and ended up miscarrying. So what if she had some ace up her sleeve?

Matthew’s eyes were droopy, faintly in agreement.

It seemed Matthew was reluctant to talk about Helen.

Dolores Flores had no idea what he was thinking, but she just wanted to hear Matthew say, “After you get divorced, will you get married?”

Matthew took his time to calmly set the coffee cup down in his hand, wiped his mouth slowly, put down the napkin, finally opened his eyes and said, “I’ll marry her.”

Then he got up and left the villa.

After all, he loved Helen.

Dolores had no appetite, but she still drank the milk and fried egg that Coral prepared, all for her unborn child in her womb.

She left the villa after her breakfast.

Now she had to find a place to stay.

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Luckily, she found a two-bedroom place, enough for her and Jessica Lennon. The price was reasonable, so she paid the deposit and rented the place.

She left the agency after signing the contract; she waited for the shuttle on the side of the road.

He picked up his phone to check the time, 8:50 a.m., 10 minutes to 9. He was worried he wouldn’t make it on time, but it was hard to get a ride at that time. It was only until almost nine o’clock that he finally hailed a cab.

He made a call to the villa after getting into the cab; Coral picked up the phone, “If the Abbott Baron arrives, please tell him to wait for me, I’ll be back soon.”

He didn’t want any misunderstandings about their divorce, or for her to delay the inevitable.

Dolores hung up after Coral acknowledged him. Just as she was about to return the phone, it rang. It was from Sampson Herbert.

She picked up the call and heard, “Lola, where are you now? I’m back.”

She looked outside the windows, thinking she had to be at Civil Affairs with Abbott to discuss the divorce; she didn’t have time to meet with Sampson, so she said, “I’ll call you back…”

Before he finished the sentence, as they were crossing the intersection, out of nowhere came a large truck, seemingly out of control, coming toward his car!

Her pupils shrank as she saw the fierce face of the truck driver-.

“Lola…”

BANG!

Both cars collided, producing a loud crashing noise. The truck was too fast and threw the cab into the air, rolling several times, ending up upside down on the edge of the road.

The truck continued for several meters, only stopping when it hit a giant billboard.

“Lola…” the phone that fell outside kept talking.

Sampson’s voice was becoming increasingly concerned, especially with the loud crash; it meant something terrible had happened.

Dolores’ face was covered in blood, her vision was getting blurrier and blurrier; the pain was taking over her too.

No, she could not die, she still had the child to be born, she could not die.

Suffering from the pain, she cried out, “Somebody there, help me…”

Her voice was frail.

Someone called the police and the ambulance; meanwhile, someone helped the victims of the car accident.

“Help me…” Gradually he lost consciousness, and his voice lowered until it could no longer be heard.

Finally he passed out.

When she awoke, the strong smell of disinfectant filled her nostrils.

Sampson saw her wake up and grabbed her hand, “You’re awake.” Dolores looked around at her situation. She was in a hospital room.

“You were in an accident, a truck lost control of the brakes. When I arrived, you had already been rescued.”

The blood covering his body consisted of his blood and that of the cab driver.

He grabbed her hand tightly, “Do you know how scared I was? I was afraid of losing you…”

He gently smacked his mouth before finishing the sentence, “Knock on wood, I’m not supposed to say that.”

Dolores tried to sit up, but Sampson stopped her before she could move, “You shouldn’t move too much, you’re hurt.”

Dolores frowned.

She knew she was hurt because she still remembered the pain she had felt.

Sampson’s expression grew heavier; taking her hand, he kissed her hand, he said, “I have two pieces of news, one good and one bad, which one do you want to hear first?”

Dolores opened her mouth, her voice was dry: “The bad one.

Pleasure comes through work, after all.

“There is a small piece of metal stuck in your waist, which needs to be surgically removed, otherwise it will compress the nerves in your back, causing you to be unable to walk.”

Dolores sighed in relief. Luckily it was not her unborn child.

To her it wasn’t that serious; it was just an injury.

“And the good news?” she looked at Sampson; his face was paler than ever.

Not a trace of blood on his face.

Sampson squeezed her hand tightly, “You’re pregnant with twins.” What?

How was that possible?

“What did you say? I’ve already had an ultrasound, there was only one…”

“Two, one was in the back of the uterus, blocked by the front ones, so we didn’t see it on the ultrasound.” She was severely injured, so she had to have the more detailed exam. It was a four-dimensional ultrasound, much more accurate than normal ultrasounds.

It was real; she was pregnant with twins.

Sampson didn’t know how to feel.

It was very contradictory, happy and miserable at the same time.

Dolores stared at the ceiling, unable to calm herself.

She was smiling, but tears were sliding down the corners of her eyes, dripping to the white pillows.

The heavens must be joking?

Did she think she was too lonely, sending two angels to keep her company?

She was unlucky, but also lucky.

“Lola…” Sampson was still gripping her hand tightly, hesitating to speak, overthinking his words, before finally deciding to speak, “Abort this child, okay?”

Dolores looked at him in shock and surprise, what had he just said?

Did he know what he was talking about?

She struggled hard against the hand that clutched her, silently resisting.

“Lola…”

“I won’t listen to you, so what if their father is foreign? They’re in my body, they’re part of my life now, can I give up my life?” She would not give up.

It had been 3 months; her blood and soul had been together for a long time.

How could Sampson not know how important the unborn child was to her?

She remembered clearly the scene when Dolores knelt down in front of Jessica Lennon to keep the child.

He didn’t want her to be sad, too.

Sampson reached out to stroke her pale face, softly and gently, “You have to be put under, the child won’t be able to…” Her body trembled slightly, “What if I don’t take the anesthesia?”

“You won’t take it!” Sampson almost jumped, reprimanding her.

Surgery without anesthesia was painful enough to kill!

“Lola listen.” Sampson tried to persuade, “It’s only three months, in the future–”

“Isn’t three months still a lifetime?” Dolores’s attitude was firm: “I’m not giving up.”

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