In the middle of the night, there were only reflections of street lights on the long road.

Suddenly, a black car drove from the end of the road. The speed was like an arrow that was released from a fully stretched bow. It was so fast that nothing could be seen. It only left with the rustling of the cold wind of the night.

Joanne sat in the back seat of the car; her hands covered her lower abdomen, and her cheeks were completely pale.

The lower abdomen was getting more and more painful. She felt that something was moving away from herself, perhaps it was consciousness, or maybe something else.

She bit her teeth and forced herself to stay awake.

In any case, no matter what the price, she had to keep the children in her belly.

"Joanne, hold on, we're getting to the hospital." Chris's voice was still calm. However, the whitening hand on the steering wheel revealed his inner anxiety and worry.

Joanne weakly answered and then closed her eyes and suddenly thought about Brian.

If Brian was there, she wouldn't have endured it that much; she would have just leaned in his arms without hesitation, telling him how much it hurt.

Brian would also hold her tight, clenching her hand, asking her to hold on for a while, that it would not hurt soon...

But just then... Brian was surely disappointed in her to an extreme.

Twenty minutes later, Chris's car was parked in front of the emergency room of the 8th People's Hospital. The doctor and nurse were already waiting and pushed the bed over.

Chris didn't even have time to close the door. He rushed down the car and took Joanne out. He and the doctor sent her to the emergency room on the second floor with the fastest speed.

Finally, Chris was stopped by the nurse outside the emergency room and looked at the closed door. For the first time in ten years, he felt helpless.

Since the death of his mother, the Scott Family was turned over and he understood that Joanne could only rely on him.

But as things currently stood, he couldn't do anything for Joanne.

Everything could only be sorted out by God.

Not long after, there was a rush of footsteps in the corridor-

Wendy went home from work at 5 o'clock in the afternoon. When she was going to sleep, she received a phone call from Chris. She rushed to the hospital in a hurry and finally saw Chris. She then walked in and asked, "Cousin, how is she?"

"We have to wait for the doctor to come out." Chris raised his hand, his thumb pressed on the temple, his palm covered his eyes, as well as his worry.

Wendy, out of her professional instinct, thought of the worst possibility in her heart: Joanne had a miscarriage and lost her children.

Working in a hospital, she could hear such a thing from her colleagues in obstetrics and gynecology from time to time, but when it really happened to her relatives and friends, she still had no way to accept it.

What's more, Joanne loved those two children very much. When telling her that she was pregnant with twins, her face looked unprecedentedly delighted.

If there were children, Joanne and Brian would still have a chance in the future, but if Joanne lost the children at that time, Brian would probably think that she was the one who heartlessly tried to get rid of the children, and would not believe their explanation.

In that way, Brian and Joanne... Wendy could not bear to think about it again.

The emergency operation lasted for more than an hour. For Chris, it was as long as a century. When the white door had finally opened, he walked over without hesitation and asked, "Doctor, how is my sister?"

"This time she was very lucky. You sent her here in time, and the children are fine." The doctor took off his mask and looked very serious as he continued, "But you are too careless. She is pregnant; she can't be stimulated and scared, even if a bit. Pay attention to it, no one can guarantee that they will have such good luck next time."

Chris, the president of the Everbridge Group, had forgotten how long ago he had been scolded like that.

But at the moment, when all the doctors reprimanded him, he would nod and thank them. "We will pay attention next time. Dr. Tian, thank you."

"You're welcome, this is what our doctors should do," Dr. Tian's tone has eased, and then said, "Go to apply for a hospitalization procedure for her. Observe for two days. If there are no serious problems, she can be discharged from the hospital."

Wendy took Chris's card to go through the formalities, and Chris sent Joanne into the ward.

The emergency treatment had long ended, and the colic on Joanne's lower abdomen had also eased, but her hands were covering her lower abdomen. Her eyes were hollow when looking at the ceiling, unfocused.

Chris held Joanne's hand and pacified her calmly, "Joanne, it's okay."

After a long while, Joanne nodded.

When she was in the emergency room, she was awake all the time.

She clearly felt that the doctor and the nurse were busy around the hospital bed. The attending doctor kept issuing instructions. The nurse grabbed her hand. The cold needle pierced her blood vessels without hesitation. The liquid in the infusion bottle was dripping. Someone comforted her gently, telling her that nothing would happen...

Like Wendy, she thought of the worst possibility: abortion, losing both children.

At that moment, she was stunned by intense uneasiness. She wanted to cry and wanted to find Brian, even if she could only listen to his voice, but she could not.

She could only lie there and let the doctor save her children's lives for her.

She had lost Brian. If she lost her children... she did not know how she would live.

After lying in the emergency room for more than an hour, Joanne felt as if she had been lying for a century, and her whole person was deeply submerged in a severe uneasiness, like a person who was about to drown.

Fortunately, everything was fine, like Chris said.

The tight string in the mind was broken, and Joanne could no longer control herself; tears burst out.

It turned out to be the feeling of being a survivor of a disaster.

Chris took a tissue and wiped the tears on Joanne's face. "Silly, why are you still crying when everything is fine?"

Joanne thought, "right, why am I still crying when everything is fine?"

She wiped her eyes and squeezed out a smile. "Brother, I am a little hungry."

At dinner, she kept chatting, not eating much, and then a series of scares kept her alarmed. At the moment she completely relaxed, and the long empty stomach finally sent out signs of hunger.

What do you want to eat? Chris looked at the time and said, Although most of the restaurants have closed at this time, as long as you want to eat, I guarantee that the chef will be willing to work overtime for you.

Joanne thought for a moment and replied, "I want to eat wonton, stuffed with shrimp."

"No problem." Chris was ready to leave.

"Brother," Joanne called him on time and said, "You can ask someone to send the wonton, go back to the apartment to rest."

And leave you alone in the hospital? Chris smiled and said, Even if that's what you want, I would still be worried. I will be back soon.

At that time, Wendy, who had finished the formalities, happened to be back. She heard the dialogue between Chris and Joanne, and asked Chris to buy more Yuntong; she also wanted to eat.

"You are still eating so late?" Chris looked at Wendy and said, "Are you not afraid of gaining weight?"

"I will help you take care of cousin after I have finished eating, I can't gain weight!" Wendy justified herself and spoke confidently.

"..." It seemed logically correct, and Chris was speechless.

Joanne couldn't help but smile. "You have to go to work tomorrow, you don't have to stay with me, go home and rest."

Wendy waved her hand and said, "I will soon start working at night, so I will get used to spending the night at the hospital. Besides, I am not only a doctor, but also a woman; it's more convenient for me to take care of you instead of cousin." Then she blinked her eyes and asked, "Cousin, what do you say?"

Chris could not leave Joanne alone in the hospital, but it was indeed inconvenient for him to take care of her for something. He patted Wendy's shoulder and replied, "I will help you with auntie."

Because of work, Wendy and her mother were facing contradictions, which had always been a knot that could not be solved in Wendy's heart. Since there was someone volunteering to help her, and it was Chris, who was very trustworthy to her mother, it could not be better.

"Thank you, cousin!" Wendy pushed Chris out. "Go buy Wonton. I will borrow a lounge chair and a blanket from my colleagues."

Wendy's accompanying "equipment" was quickly borrowed from a familiar colleague: a lounge chair and a blanket.

She opened the lounge chair neatly, laid the blanket, then got a quilt and lay down. Although it was a little narrow and not enough to turn over, it would be no problem sleeping there one night.

She leaned over and faced Joanne. "Cousin, you don't have to worry too much. I just went to see Dr. Tian. She said that your situation was not serious. There will be nothing if you pay attention these two days."

Joanne nodded. "Wendy, thank you."

Wendy smiled and said, "You don't have to, I learned a lot from you and your husband!"

Learned a lot? Joanne expressed curiosity.

"Yes!" Wendy carefully recounted, "I learned from you that there is more than one way to love someone. I learned from him that I should believe in my love!"

Not long ago, she still had doubts in her heart: What magic was there in love?

At the moment she understood that love had a magical power of "willingness": willingly acting for the loved one, even if she was misunderstood, misunderstood by the world, spurned by the world, as long as that person was OK, her world would be safe.

"I will fall in love like this in the future!" Wendy clenched her fists. "Vigorously and with no regrets in life!"

"When you really talk about it, you won't think so," Joanne said, "You will only want to be with the person in peace and smoothness, even if the days are too normal."

A vigorous and incisive love needed to bear too much, and it was tiring.

It wasn't long before they talked, the waiter of the hotel sent two bowls of hot wonton, stuffed with shrimp. Maybe Chris had told the hotel chef, the shrimps were worked very well, and the smell of seafood was completely preserved. The unique taste was delicious, and the soup was also good. Wendy was quite satisfied after eating.

When Wendy returned from washing the bowls, Joanne let her turn off the lights and go to bed early.

She knew that after waking up the next day, her life would be very different.