Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!
Chapter 468: Two Sons

Chapter 468: Two Sons

When the doctor applied firm pressure on Ella’s abdomen, she felt a faint, dull ache. Her shoulders tensed as nervousness gripped her.

"It’s almost done. Don’t be so tense—relax a little. The baby is doing great!"

A nearby midwife gently comforted Ella, holding her hand and giving it a reassuring pat.

Ella took a deep breath, but her heart continued to race. She could feel the doctor reaching for the baby—her child was about to be born!

Cold sweat beaded on her forehead. The midwife, carefully attentive as per Eric’s instructions, wiped the sweat away.

At that moment, Ella felt the baby being delivered.

"10:30 a.m., a baby boy! There’s still another one!" a doctor announced, holding the newborn up for Ella to see. The little one let out a loud cry, his voice strong and piercing.

"Mrs. Nelson, take a look—can you tell if it’s a boy or a girl?"

Ella opened her eyes and saw the blood-covered baby. Her vision blurred with tears. "It’s a boy!" she said, her voice trembling with emotion.

"There’s still one more to go—hold on, just a little longer!"

The midwife noticed Ella’s tears and quickly wiped them away.

Ella lay there, her emotions surging. She had only gotten a brief glance at her crying son, whose wrinkled little face was impossible to make out clearly.

The doctors worked efficiently, and soon, they delivered the second baby.

"Mrs. Nelson, here’s your little one. Look how adorable he is!" the doctor said with a smile, holding up another blood-covered infant who cried as loudly as the first.

"This... this is my younger son," Ella said, tears of joy streaming down her face.

The doctor announced, "10:35 a.m., a baby boy, weighing 5 pounds!"

"The firstborn weighs 5 pounds 5 ounces, and his height is 53 centimeters."

"Alright, let’s begin the stitching process," one of the doctors instructed.

The voices of the medical team grew faint to Ella. From the moment she was admitted to the hospital until her babies were delivered, she had been tightly wound, her energy entirely focused. Now, knowing both babies were safe and healthy, she finally let go of all her tension.

The sound of their strong cries reassured her—her little ones were perfectly fine.

With that thought, Ella’s body relaxed completely. Though the doctors worked on stitching her up, she felt utterly drained and weak.

Too tired to speak, exhaustion swept over her in waves, and she drifted into a deep sleep.

...

Meanwhile, over an hour had passed outside the operating room.

Eric stood up restlessly once again, pacing toward the door and staring at the glowing light above it. Anxiety washed over him, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

"Why is it taking so long? It’s been over an hour, and she’s still not out!" Luke muttered in frustration. "Dad, are you sure the doctors here are competent?"

Lucas shot him a sharp glare. "My daughter is the one in there. Do you think I’d let them operate if they weren’t up to standard?"

Luke fell silent, lowering his head.

Lucas glanced at Eric, whose lips were tightly pressed together, his face taut with worry. "Don’t worry. Everything will be fine. These are experienced obstetricians with decades of expertise," he said in a calm but firm tone.

Eric, however, remained visibly uneasy.

Nearby, Mia was casually playing a game on her phone, oblivious to the tension in the room. Luke, annoyed, strode over and snatched the phone from her. "Can you at least lower the volume?"

Mia’s cheeks flushed slightly. "Oh... I’ll turn it off right now!"

"You’re so cold-blooded. How can you be so calm at a time like this?" Luke scolded her, shooting her a disapproving glare.

Mia’s face turned an even deeper shade of red as she angrily shut off her game. "How am I cold-blooded? Do you think I play games because I’m not nervous? It’s to distract myself! I may not be Ella’s sister, but I see her as family!"

"Stop trying to make yourself sound noble!" Luke retorted with a cold snort, feeling a twinge of frustration.

Lucas gave him a calm yet disapproving glance. "And you still have the energy to argue with Mia right now?"

Luke turned his head away, no longer looking at Mia.

Eric stood silently with his hands buried in the deep pockets of his coat. His fists were clenched tightly inside, and the veins at his temples throbbed with tension.

His woman was inside, giving birth, and all he could do was stand here helplessly, doing nothing but worry.

For a fleeting moment, Eric hated the fact that he was a man.

What if something went wrong in there? His mind swirled with all the worst-case scenarios he’d read about, and his chest tightened.

Typically, an experienced surgeon could perform a C-section in 40 minutes to an hour. He’d even heard of cases where the process was so smooth that the mother was out of the operating room in half an hour.

But Ella had been in there for an hour and a half!

If something had happened to her, it would be his fault. If she hadn’t gotten pregnant, she wouldn’t have had to face the risks of childbirth.

The more Eric thought about it, the worse he felt. Every second dragged on in agony.

Beads of cold sweat ran down his forehead, his nerves stretched taut. He was on the verge of storming into the operating room to find out what was happening.

Finally, just as Eric’s anxiety reached its peak, the door to the operating room opened.

The light above the door flicked off, and everyone rushed forward.

"Congratulations, Mr. Nelson! Congratulations, Mr. Anderson! Mrs. Nelson delivered twin boys—both mother and babies are healthy!" the lead surgeon announced with a cheerful smile.

Eric quickly expressed his gratitude, his heart swelling with relief. When he saw Ella being wheeled out, his eyes reddened, and his nose tingled with emotion. For a man who had endured gunshot wounds and near-death experiences, he had never felt such an overwhelming urge to cry.

Luke glanced at Ella’s pale face as she was brought out, then turned his head away silently, unable to bear a second look.

"Doctor, my wife...?"

"Mrs. Nelson has fallen asleep from exhaustion. She should wake up soon," the nurse replied with a reassuring smile.

Ella lay on the bed, her hair slightly disheveled. Behind her, two nurses wheeled out the twin babies.

The two little bundles lay in their bassinets, wide-eyed and curiously looking around.

Lucas and the others stepped closer, their faces lighting up with joy at the sight of such delicate and handsome babies.

Eric, however, only gave the twins a quick glance, his heart full of quiet happiness. Though he had hoped for a boy and a girl, he knew how rare that was.

Two sons weren’t bad at all. Thinking of the once-empty villa now filled with the laughter of children made Eric feel a deep sense of fulfillment.

Once in the VIP recovery room, the twins were taken to the neonatal observation room for routine checks. Assuming there were no issues, they would stay there for seven days before being brought to Ella.

Eric sat by Ella’s bedside, holding her hand tightly. Her hand felt icy cold to the touch, which made him frown.

"Ella..." Eric murmured worriedly, glancing at the nurse. "Why is her hand so cold?"

"She just finished surgery; it’s normal," the nurse quickly explained with a polite smile, though she couldn’t help but notice Eric’s displeasure.