Back to Love: A New Beginning
Chapter 427

Chapter 427:

Some time later, I felt like I had been picked up. The ambulance moaned incessantly.

“Eveline, hold on!” an anxious voice called desperately to me. Those two simple words made me burst into tears.

Was I trapped in an illusion? Why was I hearing Derek’s voice?

Through my blurred vision and clouded consciousness, I could feel a crowd of people around me. I heard the high-pitched sound of metal instruments placed on a porcelain surface.

Throughout this ordeal, there was always a large, broad hand holding me. The warm touch was so familiar.

“The patient is in a very dangerous situation. She has lost amniotic fluid and the uterus has hemorrhaged massively. There is a possibility that the babies will not be saved.”

The serious, authoritative voice must have come from the doctor who was about to operate on me.

“Don’t worry about the babies. Make sure my wife is okay.” The voice was firm and full of conviction.

No, no! How could he give up on the children? Didn’t he know that those two little lives were his own children?

“Honey, wait, what do you want to tell me?” he whispered in my ear in a clear voice. I tried with all my might to open my eyes, but all I could make out was a blurry figure before me.

The only thing that felt real was the warmth of the hand holding mine.

“Derek, the children are yours. You can’t give them up,” I said weakly.

“I don’t want children. Honey, I only want you. Don’t be afraid. I won’t let anything bad happen to you.” He held my hand tightly and was completely devoid of his usual calm and composure.

Panic, fear and helplessness mingled in the tone of his voice.

“Save my children! Save my children!” he kept muttering.

I didn’t know if I had mustered enough strength to make my voice heard or not. Derek grabbed my hand and comforted me.

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“Honey, be good. We can have other children, but I can’t live without you.” It hadn’t been easy for me to get pregnant with twins. I wouldn’t have the chance to get pregnant again. I really didn’t want to lose them. I couldn’t bear it.

“Honey, don’t go to sleep. Listen to me.” Derek was doing his best to keep me conscious, but I was getting more and more drowsy and confused.

The sound of his voice and the warmth of his hand began to seem farther and farther away. I remembered many things from the past. I remembered Sousen and everything that happened between Derek and me. I remembered the recording I had received before my wedding day and the picture of Derek and Becky that had broken my heart. Hadn’t Derek said he didn’t love me?

After a long while, I thought I heard a baby cry. The cry seemed to come from far away, but it easily stirred the emotions in my heart. I realized I was crying again.

Warm lips kissed me and my tears ran down my cheeks. I opened my mouth, but I wasn’t sure I made a sound. I wanted to tell Derek that I finally had a son and daughter.

At that moment, I felt like I had walked thousands of miles. I was so exhausted. As soon as I heard the baby cry, I couldn’t take it anymore and fell asleep. I felt as if I had had a long dream.

In my dream, I walked in various places. Sometimes in Sousen, sometimes in Chinston. Sometimes I was on the balcony of the villa and sometimes in his car. As he had done on several occasions, he would drive with one hand on the steering wheel and take my other hand. It seemed that a lot of things had not happened. We were still exactly the same as before.

The scene changed. I revisited my childhood. At that time, the alley where I lived was bustling and crowded. At that time, my parents were still alive. I was the apple of their eye. I stepped outside with my backpack slung on my back when a voice called to me from downstairs.

“Eve, hurry up. We’re going to be late.” I jumped down the stairs.

Aron was waiting for me next to his bike. He pushed the bike and I walked beside him. We walked down the alley, which was strewn with puddles everywhere.

My father’s truck was parked at the entrance to the alley. He sat in the driver’s seat in a particularly imposing manner. He started the vehicle and greeted me with a smile. He told me to walk faster so I wouldn’t be late.

Suddenly, my heart was filled with endless panic. I wanted to tell him not to leave and that he would be in danger if he did, but try as I might, I couldn’t make a sound.

My father’s truck was getting farther and farther away. I ran at full speed and chased after him. I fell several times on the rough road and finally all I could do was watch in despair as my father’s truck disappeared from my sight.

“Daddy, don’t go! Come back! Daddy!” I shouted in my heart.

“Eve, come back quickly. Good girl. I can’t go back. You have to be strong and live well. I will protect you.” My father’s voice was so ethereal, as if from another world.

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