My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 188

Chapter 188: Heart attack Chapter 188: Heart attack “Papa!” Ava exclaimed in fear and shock, dashing over to him.

She dropped to her knees beside her father.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she gently shook him.

“Please, open your eyes.

Say something!” Dylan rushed out of the bedroom, his heart lurching at the sight before him.

He grabbed his phone and dialed for an ambulance without wasting a second.

“We need medical assistance immediately,” he barked into the phone.

He knelt beside Ava, placing a steadying arm around her shoulders.

“Ava, calm down.

The ambulance is on its way.

He’ll be okay.” The ambulance arrived quickly, and Thomas was rushed to the hospital.

There was a rush in the operating room, and it only added to Ava’s spiraling fear.

Doctors and nurses moved with purpose, their faces tense with focus.

Ava stood just outside the doors, her tears falling relentlessly.

Fear and restlessness gripped her heart.

She thought she would lose her father just like in her past life.

This mere thought rattled her to the core, and she started sobbing loudly, sinking into a nearby chair.

Dylan, having just finished speaking with a nurse, spotted her crumbling in the waiting area.

His chest tightened at the sight of her despair.

He crossed the room and sank into the chair beside her.

“It’s going to be okay,” he said softly, pulling her into his arms.

She collapsed against him, her sobs muffled against his chest.

“I can’t lose him,” she choked out between sobs.

“He is all I have left.” Dylan held her tighter, his hand gently stroking her hair.

He could understand the pain of losing his parents.

His heart ached at the intensity of her agony.

“Nothing will happen to him.

I’ll do everything in my power to make sure he is okay.

You’re not alone in this.” Ava clung to him, her tears soaking his shirt.

For the first time in a long time, she felt the faintest glimmer of reassurance.

The operating room doors swung open, and the doctor emerged, his expression unreadable but heavy with the weight of the situation.

Ava sprang to her feet, rushing toward him with Dylan close behind.

“How is he?” she blurted out.

“Is he okay?

When will he wake up?” The doctor hesitated, his gaze flickering between Ava and Dylan.

Dylan, noticing the unease, gently placed a hand on Ava’s shoulder.

“Ava, the doctors are doing everything they can.

Let me speak with him, okay?

You should take a moment to sit and breathe.” “No,” she said adamantly.

“I need to know how he is.

Doctor€¦” She reached out, clutching the doctor’s hand.

“Is he awake?

Can I see him?” The doctor’s face softened at her desperation.

He offered a reassuring nod.

“He is not awake yet,” he said gently, “but he will wake up soon.

However, a small surgery is required.” “Surgery?” Ava’s stomach twisted into knots, chills creeping down her nape.

“What surgery?

Is it critical?” Her mind raced back to a hauntingly similar moment in her past life.

Her father had a heart attack, and the doctors had performed a surgery.

But even after that surgery, her father’s condition worsened, and eventually died.

The same thing was happening yet again, and Ava feared that her father would die.

The doctor maintained his calm demeanor, masking the gravity of the situation.

“It’s a small surgery, nothing critical.” The doctor didn’t tell her the full truth.

“We’ll take good care of him, and he’ll be fine.” Ava’s knees threatened to give way, but Dylan steadied her, his strong hands guiding her to a chair.

“Sit down, Ava,” he urged softly.

“Let me handle this.

I’ll talk to the doctor, schedule everything, and ensure your father gets the best care possible.” Ava’s lip quivered as she nodded.

“Okay,” she murmured, trying to convince herself.

“It’s just a small surgery.” “Yes.” Dylan clasped her hands, instilling a semblance of strength in her.

“And he’ll come out of it just fine.

You’re not alone.

I’m here with you.

We’ll get through this together.” Ava held his gaze, a mixture of disbelief and gratitude welling within her.

In her past life, he hadn’t been there for her during this dark moment.

When she had called him, pleading for help as her father fought for his life, he had simply dismissed her coldly.

He had claimed he had no time for “trivial matters.” The memory had left a scar on her heart.

But now, here he was, standing by her side like an unshakable pillar.

His presence was a stark contrast to the indifference she remembered.

‘Maybe things will turn out differently this time,’ she thought, hope flickering faintly in her chest.

She nodded, pulling a small smile over her lips.

“Thank you for being here with me,” she whispered.

“Don’t thank me.

It’s my duty.” He cupped her face and pressed a soft kiss on her forehead before heading to talk to the doctor.

Dylan guided the doctor a few steps away so that Ava couldn’t hear their conversation.

“Now tell me the truth.

What exactly is happening?” “His condition is critical,” the doctor said in a hushed tone.

“Immediate surgery is needed, but it’s complicated.

One mistake, and he will be gone.” Dylan’s chest tightened as if a steel band were constricting around his ribs.

A vivid memory surged forward from his past life.

He remembered Thomas suffering a heart attack.

He was on a business trip at the time and had neglected Ava’s call, not paying attention to her properly.

After that heart attack, Thomas’s condition deteriorated, and he died in the end.

The doctor’s next words snapped him back to the present.

“Dr.

Fisher, the surgeon, is hesitant to proceed with the operation.” Dylan frowned, the name stirring unease in his mind.

Dr.

Fisher was the same physician who had been treating Nicholas.

But that wasn’t what unsettled him the most.

Fragments of his past life returned with cruel clarity.

In his blind quest for vengeance, he had conspired with Dr.

Fisher, ensuring Thomas’s medications were replaced with sugar pills.

Previously, he believed Thomas had suffered from a heart attack because he had not received the necessary medication.

But later, he realized the horrifying truth: Thomas’s death wasn’t due to his scheme but at the hands of a faceless woman from his nightmares.

Regret pinched his heart.

Because of his vengeful attitude, he had hurt Ava in his past life and hadn’t paid attention to her.

If he had been a little attentive toward her, he could have stopped the conspiracy brewing in the shadows.

But not this time.

In this life, he wouldn’t repeat the mistake.

He would not let Thomas die this time.

“Forget about Dr.

Fisher.” Dylan’s chest burned with frustration.

“Why don’t you call another surgeon?

This hospital prides itself on its expertise and facilities.

Surely, there must be someone capable of performing the surgery!” The doctor sighed, his shoulders sagging in dismay.

“Dr.

Fisher is the most experienced cardio surgeon here.

Since he is unwilling, the others are hesitant to step in.” Dylan’s patience snapped, his voice rising.

“What kind of nonsense is this?

You’re telling me the city’s top hospital is refusing to treat a patient in desperate need?

This is unacceptable!” The doctor hesitated, then spoke with a glimmer of hope.

“There is one other option-someone who could handle the surgery with success.” Dylan’s anger cooled slightly, hope flickering in his chest.

“Who?

Tell me the name.

I’ll contact him personally.” “Doctor Henry.”