Oops! My Escort Is A Mafia Don - Chapter 109: Chapter 109

Ivan could only offer to investigate through other channels, but it would take time. It might not be possible to determine right away whether it had been their own idea or if someone had been behind it all.
Three days later, Olivia had another check-up, and all the fetal data were normal. The heaviness in her lower abdomen had completely disappeared.
The doctor said, "Although the fetuses' indicators have returned to normal, you are somewhat weak. You're injured, and your body needs a lot of energy and nutrition to heal, which might affect the development of the fetuses.
"Keep an eye on things and come in for a check-up once a week. If it affects the development of the fetuses later on, you might have to consider reducing the number of fetuses. Be prepared for that possibility."
Olivia was feeling a whirlwind of emotions. She hadn't expected the impact to be so significant.
However, the idea of reducing the number of fetuses was acceptable to her. She just needed one child. Her primary goal was to use the child to get her hands on the inheritance. The number didn't matter.
Ever since she found out she was carrying twins, Olivia had done some research online about the size of a pregnant belly with twins and the potential health risks to the mother. She had to admit that she was scared by what she found.
The doctor had told her that she had a posterior placenta, which meant her belly would be much smaller than if she had an anterior placenta.
By controlling her diet, she might be able to keep her belly size similar to that of a woman carrying a single baby by the time she gave birth. But she still felt uneasy from time to time.
She also considered the future. After divorcing Dylan, she would have to raise the two children on her own. She was afraid she wouldn't be able to handle it.
Even before the incident, Olivia had thought about reducing the number of fetuses. She could live with that idea.
As Olivia was leaving the hospital and about to hail a taxi to go home, she received a call from Morgan.
"Ollie, why didn't you tell me that Dylie was kidnapped and that you got hurt trying to save him? You guys always keep things from me."
"If it weren't for the fact that Dylie didn't show up at the company for days and the board members couldn't handle some matters and contacted me, I would still be in the dark," Morgan said, his voice tinged with reproach.
"Mr. Wilson, I was worried that if you knew, it would affect your mood and, in turn, your health. I planned to tell you once we were both better. We're all alive, after all. It's not a big deal," Olivia replied.
"Hey, don't say things like that," Morgan said, his voice rising in anger. "I just saw Dylie. He's seriously injured. How about you? How bad are your injuries?"
Olivia glanced at her heavily bandaged left hand and said, "I got a bit hurt on my left hand, but other than that, I'm fine. I can walk and move around on my own."
Morgan let out a sigh of relief. "As long as you're okay."
"Where are you now? Why aren't you at the same hospital as Dylie? Dylie's in a bad mood. If you're fine, you should go see him," Morgan said.
Olivia agreed and hailed a taxi to go to the private hospital that the Wilson family had invested in and opened. When she arrived, Morgan was still there.
Dylan lay listlessly in bed. After three days apart, he had lost weight and looked much more haggard.
With Morgan present, Olivia forced her eyes to redden and put on a pained and sorrowful expression. "Darling, don't worry too much. I've asked the doctor. Your leg isn't broken. It will heal with some time. You won't be crippled."
Dylan looked up at her, staring at her for a long while before he finally murmured, "Is it really you?"