Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph
Chapter 193 Can't Be Without You

"Dakato!"

Blood spread across Dakato's back as the dagger was yanked out, dripping red. She spun around and kicked the attacker to the ground, sending the dagger clattering away.

Even with her wound, Dakato fought like a beast against the men rushing her. Fairness and morality? Nowhere to be found as they ganged up on her.

Using every ounce of strength to protect me, Dakato was eventually overpowered and knocked down.

"Stop! I know someone hired you. How much did she pay? I'll double it. Just get us to a hospital, and I'll pay you right now." I fought through the searing pain in my abdomen, using my last bit of strength to negotiate.

"Hospital? More like sending you to hell." They looked down at us smugly, like beating up two women was some big accomplishment.

"How much do you want? Name your price."

At this point, money was the least of my worries. I just needed to keep the two little lives inside me safe, no matter the cost.

Hearing this, the men exchanged glances, looking tempted.

I trembled with pain but tried to stay calm, continuing to plead with them.

"Killing us won't do you any good. You won't get away with it. My husband won't let you off. If you let us go, I can give you enough money to live comfortably for the rest of your lives." As soon as I finished speaking, I felt a warm flow from my lower body.

I knew my water had broken. If we delayed any longer, the babies wouldn't make it. I grabbed the pant leg of the man closest to me. "Please, take me to the hospital."

He lifted his leg and kicked me. As he prepared to kick again, the sound of police sirens echoed in the distance.

"The cops are here. Let's go. That woman's babies probably won't make it anyway," one of them said.

They fled quickly, and my consciousness grew increasingly blurry from the intense pain.

Later, I felt myself being lifted up.

The urgent sound of ambulance sirens filled the air.

"Emily, hold on!" a frantic voice called out to me.

Those words brought tears to my eyes.

Was it my imagination?

Why did I hear Ethan's voice?

In my hazy state, I felt many people around me. I heard the crisp sound of metal instruments being placed into a tray.

A broad hand held mine, its warmth so familiar.

"The patient's condition is critical. The amniotic fluid is gone, and there's severe internal bleeding. We can only save either the mother or the babies," a serious voice said, probably the doctor. "Save the mother." I heard a firm reply.

"Your wife is carrying twins," the doctor reminded.

"I said save the mother." His voice was unyielding.

Why didn't he want the babies? How could he not want them?

Didn't he know these two little lives were his own flesh and blood?

He spoke clearly into my ear, "Honey, stay with me. What do you want to say?"

I struggled to open my eyes, but everything was blurry. Only the warmth in my hand felt real.

"Ethan, the babies are yours. You can't abandon them," I said weakly.

"I don't want the babies, Honey. I only want you. Don't be afraid; I won't let anything happen to you." He stubbornly held my hand, losing all his usual composure.

His voice was filled with panic, fear, and helplessness, all mixed together.

"What are you waiting for? Save the mother!"

I heard Ethan roar.

"Sir, your emotional state could affect our surgery," the doctor said.

"Sorry, I won't say another word. Just save her." He softened his voice, making a concession.

"The patient is losing too much blood," the doctor said again.

"Take mine," Ethan said without hesitation.

Hearing his words, my weak consciousness was still deeply moved.

My mind was in turmoil, resisting.

"Save the babies, save my babies!" I kept murmuring.

I wasn't sure if my voice was heard.

Ethan held my hand, comforting me, "Honey, listen. We can have more children, but I can't live without you."

But it was so hard for me to conceive these twins. I might never have another chance. I really didn't want to lose them.

"Honey, don't sleep; don't sleep. Listen, you'll be okay." Ethan tried to keep me conscious, but my mind grew foggy. His voice and warm hand drifted away.

I recalled memories-Starlight City, our moments, the last recording, the heart-wrenching photo. Ethan, didn't you say you didn't love me? So why were you so anxious now?

I had no idea how much time had passed, but I thought I heard a baby crying. The sound felt distant but hit me right in the feels. I cried again. Warm lips kissed my tears. I opened my mouth, not sure if I made any sound. I wanted to say, "Ethan, you finally have kids."

I felt like I had walked a long, exhausting journey. Hearing the baby's cry, I couldn't hold on and fell into a deep sleep. I had a long dream. I walked through so many places-Starlight City, Seabreeze Harbor, a villa balcony, and Ethan's car with him holding my hand, just like before.

Nothing seemed to have changed; we were still the same. Then the scene shifted to my childhood. The alley was bustling. My parents were still around, and I was their beloved daughter. I left home with my backpack, and a voice called me from downstairs.

"Emily, hurry up, we're gonna be late!"

I hopped downstairs, and Jason was waiting with his bike. He pushed it while I walked beside him. We left Broadway Alley and navigated the bumpy, waterlogged road.

Dad's truck was parked at the entrance. He looked imposing in the driver's seat. He started the truck, waved, and told me to hurry.

Panic surged through me. I wanted to shout for him not to leave, but no sound came out. His truck got farther away.

I ran after it, falling several times. But in the end, I could only watch as it disappeared.

'Dad, don't go! Come back! Dad!' I screamed in my heart.

"Emily, go back. Dad can't come back. You have to be strong and live well. Dad will bless you."

Dad's voice was ethereal, like it was coming from another world.

"Dad!" I cried out in the direction where Dad had disappeared.

"Honey, wake up!" A familiar voice called me, pulling me out of that chaotic dream.

I slowly opened my eyes, and the first thing I saw was Ethan's bloodshot eyes.

Ethan's eyes were filled with worry, pain, and the joy of seeing me awake, all openly displayed.

"Honey, you're finally awake!" His hoarse voice was filled with excitement.

He held my hand to his lips, kissing the back of it, and tears fell from his red-rimmed eyes onto my hand, burning hot.

"Is this still my dream?" I asked faintly.

Ethan kissed the back of my hand, tears falling one after another.

Remembering that long, hazy dream, and the voice saying "save the mother," I panicked.

"Where are the babies?" I grabbed Ethan's hand.

He quickly comforted me. "Don't worry. They're fine. The nurse took them for a bath. You'll see them soon."

I sighed in relief and closed my heavy eyelids.

As long as the babies were safe!

I fell asleep again and was awakened by the sound of a baby crying.

Opening my eyes, I saw Ethan still sitting by the bed, holding my hand, his eyes red as if he had never left.

"The babies are crying!" I said in a small voice.

Ethan stubbornly held my hand. "Let them cry, those little rascals, making you suffer like this."

But the sound of their crying was like a stimulant to me, making every cell in my body come alive.

"I want to see them," I said.

Ethan brought the babies and placed them next to me. I looked at them wrapped in thin blankets, and tears rolled down my cheeks.

When the doctor said only one could be saved, I thought I would never see them again. I felt every turn and kick and longed for this day.

They were so small, crying with their eyes closed and mouths open. Hearing their sweet cries, I laughed through my tears. They were probably hungry, so Ethan fed them formula. They finally fell asleep. I suddenly remembered Dakato and the last stab in her back.

"Where's Dakato? How is she?"

Ethan said, "She's fine. The wound needed several stitches."

Not long after I asked about Dakato, she came to see me.

She was wearing a hospital gown and looked very pale.

When she came in, she glanced at Ethan standing by the window.

"Dakato, how are you?" I asked.

Dakato walked to the bedside and gave me a faint smile.

"I'm fine. Such a short dagger can't kill me."

"Thank you this time!" I said.

Dakato didn't stay long before leaving, and Ethan came to sit by the bed.

"Is Dakato your person?" I asked him.

He held my hand. "Someone has to protect you. How could I be at ease otherwise?"

I answered, "That's my business."

At this moment, I suppressed all my emotions, recalling the events of the day I left Starlight City, and I was still filled with sorrow and despair.

Ethan sighed helplessly. "It's also my business. We haven't divorced; you're my wife."

I looked up at him. "Yes, you're right. We haven't divorced. It's the marriage certificate that's holding you back, so you're here to get a divorce, right? Give me the divorce papers, and I'll sign."

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