"What special circumstances?"
Rhian puzzled looked at the doctor.
"The baby you're carrying, judging by the HCG levels, appears to be twins, and it's highly likely that they're a boy and a girl..."
The doctor sighed deeply, and said regretfully, "Do you know, without factoring in genetics, the chance of naturally conceiving twins is one in five hundred,
While the Boy and girl twins has a one in ten thousand chance.
So these two children of yours are one in ten thousand, are you sure you don't want them?"
"Boy and girl twins?" Rhian's gaze fell onto the inspection form, and her already complex emotions became even more complicated.
"Additionally, your body is not particularly suited for pregnancy.
If you were to lose this baby, it would be difficult for you to conceive again.
I advise you to consider this thoroughly."
After the doctor finished speaking, he adjusted his mask and called out to the door,
"Next patient."
The nurse approached Rhian, and in a procedural tone, said,
"If you have decided to proceed, come with me to change your clothes."
Much later... The red light in the operating room remained on. Rhian, dressed in a surgical gown, lay emotionless on the operating table...
———
The night was cold.
After Rhian returned from the hospital, she once again visited the street food stall where she and Kyle had grilled chicken yesterday.
She felt anxious and wanted to drink to drown her sorrows, but what she blurted out was still the same sentence:
"Boss, I'll have a bottle of Cocktail and Fried french"
The child, in the end, still could not bring herself to abort.
Initially, one life was enough to weigh her down, but now there are two, and she couldn't find it in her to be that cruel.
So, before the surgical tools could enter her body, she stumbled off the operating table in a panic and ran for her life!
"You two silly little things, did you lose focus when choosing your dad and mom in heaven
"This toast, goes to your life which is destined to be devoid of fatherly love!"
Rhian decided to secretly give birth to the children.
She wasn't afraid of hardship
, it's just that she felt sorry for her two children.
She took the milk as an alcoholic drink and drank it all in one gulp.
At this moment, a couple of men who appeared out of nowhere, charged towards Rhian in a menacing manner.
"Paulo, look, it's this woman!
She almost beat Boris to death yesterday!"
Rhian glanced nonchalantly and recognized the speaker among the younger fellows from last night.
Apparently, this group was here for revenge.
"Her?" The muscle-bound Paulo is a well-known bully in this area.
He never in his wildest dreams imagined that the one who would lay his hand on Boris, sending him to the ICU could be such a seemingly frail woman?
"It was me."
Rhian set down her cup, lifted her eyes to the group of men surrounding her, and coldly said,
"You're blocking my view.
If you don't get lost, your fate will only be worse than that pervert's!"
"Oh ho, you're not very tall, young lady, but you sure do talk big, don't you?"
Paulo, his face full of stretching scars, showed a fierce light in his eyes and grabbed Rhian by the collar,
"I'm going to show you what discipline and hierarchy mean today!"
"Really?" Rhian raised an eyebrow, thinking to herself that this was great, free targets offering themselves up for her to vent on, how generous of them!
Her fingers intertwined, knuckles cracking in anticipation, she was ready for a good
"workout".
But the next second, she heard Paulo scream,
his entire body was thrown out in a parabolic trajectory.
A tall figure, like a protective wall, firmly shielded Rhian behind him.
"Who else wants to lay a hand on her?
Come out right now."
the deep voice of Jake, there was a chill that could make hearts palpitate.
"???" Gazing at the handsome silhouette of the man,
Rhian was utterly dumbfounded.
This guy, how could he show up accurately in such a place?
Could it be that he's secretly spying on her?
Over a dozen ruffians were deterred by Jake's innate, commanding aura.
Poised for a fight, they trembled,
"Wh...Who are you?
If you don't want to die, don't meddle!"
"It doesn't matter who I am.
What's important is that you've touched someone you shouldn't have, and for that, you should pay."
Jake's voice, though not outwardly angry, was full of arrogance.
"Another one who's not afraid to die!"
Paulo got up from the ground, massaged his bruised and swollen buttocks, his teeth clenched,
"Don't you ever ask around about me, Paulo's status in this area?
All of you, it's like you're looking for death!"
"What are you standing around for, go get him!"
Upon Paulo's command, over a dozen ruffians wielded their steel pipes, ruthlessly charging towards Jake and Rhian.
Around them, the dining patrons were scared out of their minds, clutching their heads and fleeing in all directions.
Jake protectively placed Rhian behind him, casually adjusting his tie while slightly turning to her and advising,
"Don't be scared, close your eyes.
I will resolve this soon."
While he was speaking, he already kicked away a small hoodlum who attempted to sneak attack them.
Well, impressive! Rhian, looking innocently like a little white rabbit, obediently hid behind the man.
Who would have thought?
The seemingly cold and scholarly man had such good reflexes.
In the fighting circles,
he was definitely one of the top contenders! But, that wasn't unusual.
After all, the Cabrera Family was the foremost among the eight large families in New York City.
As the noble young master of the Cabrera family, Jake was no doubt well-rounded from a young age, proficient in horse riding, chess, and martial arts.
"Ah! Please, have mercy! Please, have mercy!"
In no time, more than a dozen hooligans were all beaten up, their cries reverberating around the area.
"Remember the lesson you learned today,
stay away from her in the future!"
Jake lightly dusted off his high-end suit and sternly warned the people lying on the ground, not getting up.
Rhian watched the whole scene with crossed arms, as if she was watching a theatrical performance.
If it had been the past, she would have definitely lost her bearings, captivated by the man's dashing figure, and moved to tears.
But now, her inner world was calm, and she even found it somewhat amusing.
Ha, he had ignored her for a full four years, treating her as a stranger.
Now, when it was almost time for a divorce,
he suddenly decided to play the hero and save the damsel in distress. Was he bipolar?
Suddenly, the man with the gold-toothed grin picked up a beer bottle, his eyes red, and sneak attacked Jake from behind.
"Damn it, I'm going all in to kill you!"
"Watch out! Behind you!"
Rhian's voice rang out anxiously, alarming.
But it was too late, the wine bottle hit directly on the top of Jake's head.
Blood gushed out, trickling down his thick black hair Jake winced in pain, his trembling fingers touched the wound, making his palm wet instantly.
"Dammit!" Staring at the blood-soaked palm, a discomfort arose in his gut, making his tall figure wobble.
Rhian, noticing something was off, hesitated for a moment, then steadied him.
"Jake, are you okay?"
"Not good..." The man's chiseled features, like they were carved by God himself, were no longer filled with their former vigor, but physical weakness and pain:
"I can't protect you anymore, run!"
"No way, that's it?" Rhian was somewhat taken aback, she couldn't help but criticize internally:
Just a blow to the head with a bottle isn't that bad, right?
He was so bold when he fought one against ten just now!
"I have...hemophobia!"
After uttering these words, Jake promptly passed out in Rhian's arms.