Snare of Love

It wasn't that Matthew Nelson didn't know, Helen White had some tricks up her sleeve; it was just that the news of her miscarriage was too much to bear with. Matthew was with Helen for quite some time; she even got pregnant and ended up with a miscarriage. So what if she had some tricks up her sleeve?

Matthew's eyes were drooping, faintly agreed.

It seemed like Matthew was reluctant to talk about Helen.

Dolores Flores had no idea what she was thinking about, but she just wanted to hear Matthew say, "After divorcing, you'll get married?"

Matthew took his time to put down the cup of coffee on his hand calmly, wiping his mouth slowly, placed down his napkin, finally opened his eyes, and said, "I will marry her." He stood up and left the villa after that.

He loved Helen after all.

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

She left the villa after her breakfast.

Now she had to find a place to stay.

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

She left the agency after signing the contract; waited for transport at the side of the road.

She took her phone to check the time, 8:50 a.m., 10 minutes away till 9 o'clock. She was worried that she won't make it back in time, but it was difficult to get ahold of any transportation at the moment. It was only until almost 9 o'clock where she finally stopped a taxi.

She made a call to the villa after getting on the cab; Coral picked up the phone, "If Abbott Baron arrives, please tell him to wait for me, I'll be back soon."

She did not want any misunderstandings about her divorce, nor her delaying the inevitable.

Dolores hung up after Coral acknowledged it. Just when she was about the put her phone back, 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 that she had to the Bureau of Civil Affairs with Abbott to deal with the divorce; she had no time to meet with Sampson, so she said, "I'll call you back" Before she finished her sentence, when they were crossing the intersection, out of nowhere came a big truck, it seemed to be out of control, and it was coming towards their car!

Her pupils shrank when they saw the truck driver's fierce face-

"Lola"

BANG!

Both cars collided, resulting in a loud crashing noise. The truck was too fast as it knocked the taxi up into the air, rolling a few times, ending upside down at the roadside. The truck continued for several meters, only stopping when it collided with a giant advertisement board.

"Lola "the phone that dropped outside was still speaking.

Sampson's voice was getting more worried, especially with the loud crash; it meant something terrible had happened.

Dolores's face was covered in blood, her vision getting more blur by the time; the pain was getting the better hand of her too.

No, she couldn't pass over, she still had the unborn child, she couldn't die.

Suffering from the pain, she screamed, "Anybody there, help me"

Her voice was frail.

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

"Help me She gradually lost consciousness, her voice getting lower and lower until it couldn't be heard. She ultimately passed out.

When she woke up, the strong scent of disinfectants filled her nostrils.

Sampson saw her awaken, grabbing her hand, "You're awake."

Dolores looked around her situation. It was in a hospital room.

"You were in an accident, a truck lost control of its brake. When I arrive, you were already rescued."

Blood covered in her body consisted of her blood and the blood of the taxi driver.

He clutched her hand tightly, "Do you know how scared I was? I was afraid that I would lose you-

He hit his mouth softly before finishing his sentence, "Touch wood, I'm not supposed to say that."

Dolores tried to sit up, but Sampson stopped before she was able to move, "You shouldn't move too much, you're hurt."

Dolores frowned.

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

Sampson's expression got heavier; holding her hand, he kissed her hand, said, "I have two news, good and bad, which one do you want to hear first?"

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

Pleasure comes through toil, after all.

"There's a small piece of metal stuck in your waist, which needs to be removed surgically., otherwise it will compress the nerves in your back, causing you to be unable to walk." Dolores sighed with relief. Luckily it wasn't about her unborn child.

It wasn't that bad to her; it was just an injury.

"What about the good news?" She looked at Sampson; his face was paler than ever.

Not a trace of blood on his face.

Sampson clutched her hand ever so tightly, "You are pregnant with twins."

What?

How was that possible?

"What did you say? I've already had an ultrasound scan, it was just one-

"Two, one was on the back wall of the uterus, blocked by the frontal ones, so we didn't see it from the scan." She was seriously injured, so she had to take the most detailed examination. It was a four- dimensional ultrasound scan, which was far more accurate than the regular ultrasound scan.

It was real; she was pregnant with twins.

Sampson didn't know how to feel.

It was very contradicting, both happy and unhappy.

Dolores stared at the ceiling, unable to calm down.

She was smiling, but tears were trickling down the corner of her eyes, dripped down to the white pillows.

God must be kidding?

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

She was unlucky, but also lucky.

"Lola" Sampson was still clutching her hand tightly, hesitating to talk, giving way too many thoughts for his words, before finally deciding to speak up, "Abort this child, okay?" Dolores stared at him with shock and amazement, what did he just say?

Did he know what he was talking about?

She struggled hard against the hand that was clutching hers, resisting silently.

"Lola"

"I'm not listening, so what if their father's a foreigner? They are in my body, part of my life now, can I give up my life?"

She wouldn't give up.

It had been 3 months; their blood and soul were long one together.

How would Sampson not know the importance of the unborn child to her?

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

He wouldn't want her to be sad, too.

Sampson reached out his hand to caress her pale face, softly and gently, "Your surgery must be anesthetized, the child can't be kept-

Her body trembled slightly, "What if I don't take the anesthesia?"

"You won't stand it!" Sampson almost jumped, reprimanding her.

Surgery without anesthesia was painful enough to kill!

"Lola listen." Sampson tried to persuade, "It's just three months, in the future-

"Isn't three months still life?" Dolores's attitude was firm, "I'm not giving up."☐☐☐☐☐☐☐