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.

the mother." His voice was

didn't he want the babies? How could

know these two little lives were his own flesh

"Honey, stay with me. What do

was

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

want you. Don't be afraid; I won't let anything happen to you."

panic, fear, and helplessness, all

waiting

I heard Ethan roar.

your emotional state could affect our surgery," the

I won't say another word. Just save her." He softened his

too much blood," the doctor said

Ethan

his words, my weak consciousness was still deeply

mind was in turmoil,

save my babies!"

if my

hand, comforting me, "Honey, listen. We can have more children, but

twins. I might never have

okay." Ethan tried to keep me conscious, but my mind grew foggy.

last recording, the heart-wrenching photo. Ethan, didn't

right in the feels. I cried again. Warm lips

a long, exhausting journey. Hearing the baby's cry, I couldn't hold on and fell into a deep sleep. I had a long

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

we're gonna be

pushed it while I walked beside him. We

looked imposing in the

shout for him not to leave, but no sound came out.

But in the end,

go! Come back! Dad!' I

to

like it was

out in the direction where Dad

wake up!" A familiar voice called me, pulling me out

and the first thing I saw

filled with worry, pain, and the joy of seeing me awake, all openly

you're finally awake!" His hoarse voice

of it, and tears fell from his red-rimmed eyes onto

my

the back of my hand, tears

the voice saying "save the

are the babies?"

"Don't worry. They're fine. The nurse took them for a bath. You'll

in relief and