<h4>Chapter 466: Sudden Abdominal Pain</h4>


    Seeing E stop and clutch her belly with a frown, Eric quickly supported her. "What’s wrong? Are the two little foodies causing havoc again?"


    E frowned but managed a smile. "Probably... It hurts a bit, though more than usual this time."


    Hearing this, Eric was rmed. He immediately scooped E up and carefully ced her on a nearby bench. "Mia, go call Dr. Robinson right away!"


    To ensure E’s safety, Eric had hired a professional female doctor when she reached seven months of pregnancy, just in case of emergencies.


    Lying on the bench, E’s face scrunched up slightly. The two little ones inside her were particrly restless. Were they fighting in her belly?


    She recalled reading in some parenting books that twins sometimes do "fight" in the womb, though it’s usually mild and harmless. The only downside was that it might asionally cause the mother difort.


    Dr. Robinson arrived in a hurry and, seeing E lying on the bench, ced her hand on E’s belly. "How are you feeling now? Do you feel any downward pressure or pain?"


    E shook her head. "Not yet..."


    Dr. Robinson observed the visibly shifting movements of her belly and smiled slightly. "It’s just the little ones causing trouble. You’ll have to bear with it. You’re only eight and a half months along—it’s too early to deliver."


    E breathed a quiet sigh of relief, knowing that babies born at eight and a half months were considered premature. Many believe premature babies are more fragile than full-term ones, so she hoped to carry them to term.


    "How about we head to the hospital just to be safe?" Eric suggested with a frown. The home wasn’t equipped with adequate medical facilities, and he wanted to ensure the safety of both E and the babies.


    "Let me check first..." Dr. Robinson asked E a series of questions and confirmed that there was no significant pain. Once the babies calmed down, the difort subsided.


    "There’s no rush. Let’s wait another week before going to the hospital. The air here is much better than at the hospital. There’s no benefit to staying there too early," Dr. Robinson said with a reassuring smile.


    E nodded in agreement, finding Dr. Robinson’s words reasonable.


    For the next week, E remained at home, following her usual routine.


    That evening, Eric asked Mrs. Harris to pack E’s belongings so she could move to the hospital the following day.


    After dinner, E took a short walk outside, apanied by Mia, while Eric stayed in his study to handle some business. In truth, he was keeping a vignt eye out for potential threats. Though several months had passed since the mysterious note, nothing had happened.


    Eric began to suspect the note might have been a bluff, written by someone incapable of harming him or E but aiming to scare them.


    Still cautious, Eric picked up the phone and called Michael. "Michael, haven’t you made any progress with the note investigation?"


    "Apologies, boss. We’re at a dead end. Thest person to handle the note, an elderly man, said a man handed it to him in the dead of night and instructed him to deliver it to the intended recipient."


    Eric frowned. "Are you saying the man’s face wasn’t visible?"


    "Yes, sir. The night was too dark, and the surveince cameras couldn’t capture much. On top of that, several cameras in the area were out of order, making the investigation very difficult."


    "Fine. Keep me updated if anything newes up," Eric said, his tone heavy as he hung up the phone.


    Leaning back in his chair, he stared coldly at the moon slowly rising over the sea. The distant ocean shimmered with silver waves, a breathtaking sight.


    Yet Eric felt no peace of mind. Still, he believed E was safe—after all, his team was capable and wouldn’t fail to protect a single woman.


    At that moment, E had strolled to the back garden but suddenly remembered something. She quickly turned around and headed back to the living room with Mia. "Mia, go to my room and bring down that blue sweater."


    E, having had a lot of free time recently, had rapidly improved her knitting skills. She had even knitted sweaters for Lucas and Eric.


    Mia nodded and went upstairs. In the living room, only Luke was quietly watching TV. E walked over, holding up her belly, which now nearly obscured her feet. "Big brother, where’s Dad?"


    Luke nced at her indifferently. "He just left. Said he had a meeting with a friend at a hotel."


    "Spring weather can still be unpredictable. Could you take him this sweaterter? It’s suitable to wear outside," E said, concerned that Lucas might catch a chill.


    Her worries weren’t baseless—Lucas was often so engrossed in his work that he neglected his own health. After spending one winter and part of spring in Country S, Lucas had already caught six colds, a fact E could hardly believe.


    She herself rarely caught colds, maybe once a year at most.


    "Alright," Luke responded tly.


    Mia soon returned with the sweater. E took it and handed it to Luke. "By the way, I also have two movie tickets. It’s for a warm and funny romanticedy that Chloe gave me, but I’m not in a condition to go. You might find it more suitable."


    Luke nced at the tickets in her hand. "No, thanks. I don’t need to go alone."


    E blinked. "Then why don’t you take Mia with you?"


    Mia’s face turned bright red. Since bing E’s bodyguard, she’d seen Luke more often. At first, she was indifferent to romance, but the more she encountered Luke, the more she found him attractive with his aloof demeanor.


    After realizing her growing feelings for Luke, Mia often tried to discreetly ask E about his preferences—a sentiment E had naturally picked up on.


    Now E was ying matchmaker again!


    Luke finally gave E and Mia a proper look, his eyes cold as he raised a brow. "No need. I have no interest in going to a movie with a stranger."


    Mia’s face went pale. She immediately lowered her head, too embarrassed to say anything. She knew her humble background—an orphan rescued by Eric’s people—meant she didn’t stand a chance with someone like Luke.


    "Big brother, you can dislike the idea, but did you have to be so harsh? If you’re not interested, just give the tickets back!" E said, annoyed, reaching out to take the tickets from him.


    Over the past several months, Luke had remained cold and distant toward her, as though purposely keeping her at arm’s length. E assumed it was just his way of maintaining boundaries, perhaps even protecting himself from his own emotions.


    But his earlierment had crossed the line—it was just too rude!


    Luke pulled the tickets out of her reach and smirked coldly. "Once you give something away, you can’t take it back. Dream on."


    "Luke!" E frowned, anger rising. But before she could argue further, a sharp contraction rippled through her belly, causing her to gasp in pain.


    E froze, clutching her stomach as the pain grew more intense.