You Are The Apple of My Eyes
Chapter 472 Twin Boys

Even if there was blood on her face, John could still recognize her at a glance.

It was his little girl. It was Nina.

The sight of the blood made his heart sink.

"Stop the car!" John said in a hurry, slamming his fist on the door. The car screeched to a halt, John pushed the door open and rushed to the ambulance by the roadside. 'How could this happen?

She was fine just a moment ago. How did she end up in an accident?'

The wind whistled against his ears, muffling the chatter of the onlookers. He ran as fast as he could. The cold wind stung his throat as he gasped for breath.

While lying on the stretcher, Nina saw John's figure running towards her.

"John..." Her lips trembled. Struggling to speak, she put her hands on her belly. "Babies..."

"Let me through!" John pushed the crowd aside and rushed in. He ran towards Nina and grabbed her hand.

Nina was no longer as scared as before. John's presence was enough to calm her nerves and make her feel safe.

"I'm her husband. Please let me get in the ambulance,"

John said to the paramedics.

"Honey..."

"Come in. Hurry up," the paramedic ordered, pushing John to get in. They then lifted the stretcher and loaded it into the back of the ambulance. As soon as the door closed, the ambulance sped off to the hospital, wasting no time.

John squatted beside Nina, holding her trembling hand. The ambulance was smothered with the pungent smell of blood.

"It's okay. You'll be fine." John put her cold hands on his lips, blowing on them to keep them warm.

Nina looked at him and muttered weakly, "Save the babies. Our..."

Before she could finish speaking, she passed out.

Just as her consciousness faded away, the last thing she heard was someone calling her name.

The sound was so familiar.

Just like her nightmares, she called out for John, again and again through the fog.

Nina then once again fell into this horrific but familiar nightmare.

At the hospital, John sat outside the operating room and waited anxiously.

Looking at the red light, he seemed to have flashbacks of his father's operation.

He had been through this stressful wait before. He should have been used to it by now, but he felt an inexplicable fear like never before.

He seemed to have fallen into an abyss and just kept falling, without any support or a place to land.

John's drooping hands kept trembling. He tried clasping them together only for them to still shake.

He was afraid that Nina would abandon him.

He was afraid that

she was going to leave him all alone.

The light of the operating room was still on and the longer it stayed lit, the more the fear accumulated in his heart.

When Vicente and Noah got the news, they rushed over to the hospital. The light still beamed red.

"What happened?" Vicente stared at the door of the operating room, out of breath. "What happened? She was fine not long ago. How did this happen?

Was it your fault?" Vicente glared at John.

John turned a deaf ear to Vicente's questioning. He stood there, empty-minded and lifeless.

"It couldn't be him. He is the last person in the world that would hurt Nini." Noah kept a cool head and calmed down. He stood between Vicente and John just in case he needed to intervene if they fought. "Humph!" Vicente turned her head and said nothing.

Noah looked at the red light of the operating room and felt restless, racking his brain about what was going on.

About ten minutes later, the doctor came out and asked, "Are any of you the patient's family?"

The three of them stepped forward.

The doctor looked at the three of them and asked, "Who is the babies' father?"

Hearing this, Noah and John fell into silence. Vicente said proudly, "Me."

Vicente was so nervous that she stuttered, "Doctor, are you going to ask me if I want to save the mother or the babies?"

"Save the mother," John said without any hesitation.

"Young man, don't be so nervous," the doctor said kindly. "Don't worry. The mother and the babies are fine. The mother just seemed to injure her head and nothing more. The babies have been born premature, so they have been put in separate incubators."

"Everything is fine, right?" Excitement flashed across Vicente's face. "Nina is fine, and so are the babies, right?"

"They are all fine. Congratulations. You are a father of two boys," the doctor said with a smile and left.

It was not until the doctor was out of sight that Noah came back to his senses. "The doctor just said that the mother and babies are all right. Did Nini give birth to twin boys?"

"Yes, Nina is fine and she did indeed give birth to twin boys." Vicente hugged Noah excitedly and patted him on the arm. "Let's go to see Nina."

She wasn't waiting any longer and rushed into the ward.

Noah didn't follow. He looked at John and saw his empty eyes finally come back to life. He seemed to be trapped in a daze however.

"Mr. Shi, Nini is fine." Noah spoke to him softly, and finally John's soul came to life.

John blinked, squatted and covered his face with his hands. Tears welled up in his eyes and seeped between his fingers.

He had never been so scared.

The fear consumed him so much that the joy of her survival wasn't enough to push it away.

There was a moment when he felt like his world was crumbling around him.

It was the first time that Noah had seen John let true feelings override his will.

The silence of the cry seemed to only echo his pain.

After a long while, Noah patted him on the shoulder and said, "Let's go to see Nini."

"Okay," John said sobbing. He wiped the tears from his eyes and stood up.

He kept his back to Noah and didn't want anyone else to see him like this.

Noah understood that and slowed down.

When they arrived at the ward, Nina was still lying in the bed, her forehead wrapped in gauze, with the swelling still visible.

Nina had an IV drip in the back of her hand with liquid constantly flowing into her.

Vicente was putting Nina's cold hands into the quilt. She didn't even look at them when she heard their footsteps.

"The doctor said she would wake up later," Vicente explained, trying to reassure the two of them.

She then turned around and walked out. As she passed by the two of them, she pulled Noah away and said, "He's here. Let's go to see the babies." Noah was dragged away.

John and Nina were left alone in the ward.

John walked to the bedside and felt sorry for his little girl as soon as he saw her pale face. He bent over and kissed her on the lips.

When their cold lips touched, a certain warmth swiftly flooded their bodies. Nina's lips seemed to get a little color back, but her face was still as white as a sheet. "Little girl, you really scared me to death." John sat down, held her hand and rubbed it against his cheek.

Her hands were as soft as a baby's and he didn't want to let them go.

John recalled what she had said before she fainted. "Little girl, wake up quickly. You didn't finish speaking. Our what?

Our babies?" John gently kissed her fingertips and asked, "Do you want me to treat them as my own?"

Nina, was unconscious and unable to answer him. After a moment of silence, John placed his head onto their intertwined hands and muttered, "I can't."00000