Chapter 487: I Miss You

What? Is she pregnant with twins? Olive, supporting her stomach, sat up. "Really? Let me see." She often checked her own pulse. Her happy pulse had been strong from the start, but she hadn't suspected twins.

"Miss Hart, look, these are two placentas. You can hear the babies' heartbeats; both are fine, healthy." Olive saw the two placentas. It was true; she was carrying twins. Inside wasn't one baby, but two. She felt incredibly surprised. She'd never dared to imagine it, yet both children were growing well.

Olive lay down, her eyes twinkling with joy. "Derrick, did you hear? I'm pregnant with twins!" She couldn't wait to share the news with Derrick Domino beside her; her joy overflowed, and she had to share it. This was the happiest moment of her life.

Derrick looked at her, the light in her eyes burning brightly. He said, "Olive, congratulations."

The doctor smiled. "Miss Hart, having twins is very difficult. Your body is already challenged by one baby; now two are competing for nutrition, so you must eat more. It's essential for you and the babies. You'll try together, okay?"

Olive nodded vigorously. "I will." She would work hard. Her morning sickness had been severe lately; she'd had no appetite and lost weight. But she decided, from now on, even if she couldn't eat, she would force herself to do so, to bring these two children safely into the world.

After the ultrasound, Olive got up to leave. The machine switched off, the screen going black. Looking up, she saw her reflection in the glassy surface. It was the first time she'd seen herself in days. Her pupils contracted, freezing in place. Once a beautiful twenty-year-old, she now looked old, her face lined, appearing sixty years old. Then she saw it—a white patch on her head. She finally understood why the maidservant had looked so frightened that morning, why Derrick had tied her hair up. Her silky black hair had turned completely white overnight.

Olive knew she was aging, but she'd refused to cut her hair. That long black hair was all she had left, her last vestige of defiance. It was something Elvis liked, and she'd kept it for him. But now, even that was gone. "Crack," she heard her own heartbreak, her last support shattered by the white hair.

Derrick brought her shoes. Seeing her staring at the screen, he quickly stepped forward, blocking it with his body. "Olive, put on your shoes. Let's go rest. You're carrying two babies; you must take care of your health for them."

Referring to the children, Olive lowered her lashes, hiding her emotions, a slight smile curving her lips. "Okay."

Despite her aversion, she forced herself to eat for the sake of her children. Derrick offered her a sweet and sour chop. "Olive, eat the meat." "Okay," she replied, obediently eating it. He then gave her fish soup. "Olive, drink the fish soup. They say children who eat fish are very smart." "Okay," she said, drinking the bowl of soup. She couldn't usually tolerate greasy food, but today she ate everything, even a bowl of rice. Her belly was full when she put down her bowl and fork.

The chef smiled. "Master, Miss Hart has a good appetite today. This is a good sign; plenty of nutrition will benefit mother and child." Derrick nodded, looking at Olive. "Olive, from now on, you must eat well like this."

"Okay. I'm full. I'll go upstairs first." Olive rose and went upstairs. Entering her room, she rushed to the bathroom. Unable to contain herself any longer, she leaned over the toilet and vomited violently, emptying her stomach. Derrick, arriving at the door, heard the vomiting and stopped, not entering. He knew what she was experiencing. Her resilience and bravery had vanished at the sight of her white hair; she'd revealed her vulnerability, but he couldn't comfort her. She didn't need his comfort; he wasn't the one she wanted. He could never replace the person in her heart.

After vomiting, Olive slowly emerged an hour later, her face pale as a sheet. She began searching through boxes and drawers. "Olive, what are you looking for?" Derrick asked softly. She didn't look up, intensely focused on her search. "I'm looking for my phone. I haven't used it since I got here. I remember putting it here, but it's gone."

"This?" Olive looked up; in Derrick's hand was her cell phone. "Thanks. I want to make a call." She took the phone, sat on the fleece rug beside the bed, and dialed a number. Derrick remained, silently watching her curled up, holding her knee, her head bowed, her chin resting on her knee, the phone to her ear.

He heard her soft voice on the other end. "Hey, Elvis. It's me." "Elvis, I have good news. I had an ultrasound today, and the doctor said I'm pregnant with twins. It's a surprise, isn't it? We'll have two babies at the same time. Elvis, you're a father now." "Elvis, how are you? Our babies... are very good, eating and sleeping well. I even ate a bowl of rice and soup today." "Elvis, don't worry about me. I'm a genius doctor; One Snap can't do anything to me. Everything here is fine with the babies. It's just, Elvis... I think I... miss you."