Snare of Love

Chapter 707 Priority

Matthew rubbed his glabella knowing there was nothing he could do about Abbott now. Dolores was

already seven months pregnant and the doctor suggested an inducing birth at seven and half months,

he had not much time left to look for and consult another doctor.

He made a call on the desk phone.

The hospital Dolores was visiting was top-notch domestically, but he was still worried. His wife and Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

baby were way too important for him to be careless.

He made an appointment with Mr. Thompson.

After the call, he took his mobile, walked out of the office and loosened his necktie single-handedly

while browsing for numbers on his mobile. He instructed the person in charge at the overseas branch

to consult doctors over there. He was confident with the local medical team, but he needed a backup.

He explained Dolores's condition once the call was connected. "I'll send the details over." Matthew

ended the call once the other side replied with a yes.

He pressed for the lift and Abbott approach while he was waiting.

"Mr. Nelson."

Matthew glanced at him, "You are in rush?"

"No…"

"Think about it and call me," Matthew said as he walked into the lift.

Abbott gazed at the floor. He wanted to be honest but he was a man with dignity.

'Can I say I slept with Emma, she's taken my naked pictures and threaten me with it?'

He was a man and thought this could only happen to women.

However, Emma used the trick on him.

He scratched his head and couldn't say it out.

It was too embarrassing.

Matthew started his car and drove out from the parking lot. The street was lightened up by colorful

lights, which made the town with skyscrapers looked even more lively compared to the day.

He headed straight to the villa.

He parked the car and saw someone sitting on the bench in the garden as he walked back to the

house. It was Dolores.

He approached her.

She didn't turn around but recognized his footsteps, "You are home."

Matthew nodded and sat down next to her.

Dolores leaned in and rested her head on his shoulders, looking at the starry sky.

She then mumbled after some time, "I remember my contractions lasted for the entire night when I was

giving birth to Andrew and Amanda. I kept bleeding nonstop and nearly collapsed. When the doctor

carries two tiny and slightly purple bodies in his hands, that was the first time I saw them, it pained my

heart and frightened me. I was afraid that the two tiny and weak babies will turn out like me, to have no

one to take care of them, facing their future in the delivery room. They were smaller in size compared

to the normal infant as they are twin. Amanda was even weaker. I tried my best to fill their emptiness

for not having love from a father. They are the most precious part of me, no matter when, no matter

what. I hope you are the same, putting the children as a priority."

She knew she couldn't keep her health condition a secret, hence, she was telling Matthew the

importance of children to her.

Andrew, Amanda, and the baby in her womb were all equally important to her.

She could risk her life giving birth to Andrew and Amanda, she could sacrifice her life for this baby.

Matthew's body stiffened. He pulled her into his arms, kissing her hair. He knew it clearly and

understood her words. But…

Dolores continued with a low voice, "Doctor said I need labor induction, but the preterm baby is at high

risk…"

She couldn't keep it from Matthew, hence, she chose to be honest.

"You are more important…"

"Don't you get it after everything I've said?"

Dolores sat up from his arms; she wanted him to understand how important children were to her.

"I understand." Matthew starred deeply at her, "Kids are important to me too."

'But if I have to choose, I will choose you, without you, there will be no children for me,' he thought.

"You still didn't get it, there will be too much unknown risk on the baby born preterm, I would rather risk

myself than the baby," Dolores said weakly and helplessly.

"Dolores!" Matthew yelled as he grabbed her shoulders. His eyes darkened in sorrow, "This is not

absolute, there's a ninety per cent possibility that the baby will be born healthy."

He said ninety instead of eighty mentioned by the doctor just to put Dolores at ease.

Tears began rolling down her cheeks.

"Why am I pregnant?" She couldn't comprehend Matthew's thoughts.

Even only ten per cent were enough to make her worry.

What if it really fell into this ten per cent?

Matthew pulled her trembling body into his arms, "I didn't know your body is not suitable to bear a child.

If I knew, I would never make you pregnant."

He patted her back lightly, "I'm looking for the best solution, trust me, okay?"

"I'm scared," she said, sobbing.

"I know." Matthew tightened his hug. He too was scared. Dolores worried about the baby as a mother

while he worried as a father.

But he was a man, so he needed to be strong to face what was coming.