My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 189

Chapter 189: The danger Chapter 189: The danger “Henry?” Dylan repeated the name, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

It was like a light had clicked on in his mind.

‘Why didn’t I think about him sooner?’ he thought.

A surge of relief washed over him.

Henry was not only renowned but someone Dylan trusted fully.

“But€¦” The doctor trailed off, despair crossing his face.

“What is it?” Dylan asked urgently, his smile disappearing.

The doctor looked troubled.

“We’ve already contacted him.

He declined.

Dr.

Henry is leaving the city tomorrow, and he said he can’t take on any more cases before his departure.” “That’s not an issue,” Dylan said with firm resolve.

“I’ll talk to Henry myself.

He won’t turn me down.

Just make the preparations for the surgery.” Before the doctor could respond, Ava’s panicked voice broke through the tension.

“Dylan!

What’s going on?” Dylan turned to find her hurrying toward him, her wide eyes filled with worry.

Her gaze darted briefly to the doctor before settling on him.

“Why were you shouting at him?” “I wasn’t shouting,” Dylan explained in a reassuring tone.

“Your father is in good hands.

Henry is here in town, and he is the best surgeon for this.

I’ll call him right away and make sure he comes.” Ava’s features relaxed, her shoulders easing as she nodded.

The faintest smile touched her lips.

‘Henry€¦’ she whispered in her mind, a glimmer of hope breaking through her fear.

‘If anyone can help Papa, it’s him.’ Dylan gave her hand a light squeeze.

“He’ll be alright.

Trust me.” He led her back to the waiting area.

“Sit here and try to relax.” He motioned for her to take a seat.

“I’ll call Henry.” Ava nodded, her eyes brimming with anticipation as she watched Dylan step aside, pull out his phone and dial Henry’s number.

The call connected after a few rings.

“Henry, I need your help,” Dylan said with urgency.

On the other end, Henry immediately sensed something was wrong.

He glanced at Lilianna, peacefully asleep, and carefully slid out of bed.

Closing the bedroom door quietly behind him, he moved to the hallway.

“What’s going on?

Is everything alright?” “Ava’s father,” Dylan began, “he had a heart attack.

We’re at the hospital, and we need you.” “What?

Uh€¦” Henry hesitated a bit.

He had promised Lilianna to spend the whole day with her, going shopping and having dinner outside before leaving.

“Isn’t Dr.

Fisher available?

He is excellent with these cases.

You should talk to him.

If you want, I’ll contact the Dean.” “I don’t trust anyone but you,” Dylan said firmly.

“This is Ava’s father we’re talking about.

I can’t take any chances.

Please, Henry, I need you here.” Henry sighed, scratching his brow.

He hesitated briefly, his thoughts tugging him in two directions.

But the severity of Dylan’s plea was undeniable.

As a doctor, saving lives was his first responsibility.

Besides, Lilianna would also ask him to go and perform the surgery.

After a moment of inner deliberation, Henry’s resolve solidified.

He knew what he had to do.

“Alright,” he said, his tone resolute.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Dylan exhaled in relief.

“Thank you, Henry.

I owe you.” He turned back to Ava, the faint smile lingering on his lips.

“Henry will be here soon.” Ava exhaled deeply, the weight of her fear momentarily easing.

Unbeknownst to them, a shadowy figure, hidden just beyond their line of sight, slipped away, pulling out a phone.

Once the call connected, he said in a hushed tone, “Dr.

Henry is on his way to perform the surgery.” “What?” Lydia’s sharp voice crackled through the phone.

“Isn’t he supposed to be leaving the city?

Why is he going back to the hospital?” “Dylan called him,” the man replied.

“He personally asked Henry to treat Thomas.” The revelation hit Lydia like a thunderclap.

She froze as disbelief flooded her.

“Impossible!” she exclaimed.

“Dylan would never help Thomas.

He despises him!

When did this change?” “I’m only telling you what I heard,” the man said with certainty.

“Henry will be here soon.” Lydia’s breath caught as anger replaced her shock.

Her voice turned icy and resolute.

“No€¦Thomas cannot survive this.

Listen carefully: intercept Henry before he reaches the hospital.

Do whatever it takes, but he must not make it there.

And make sure Dylan doesn’t find out.” “Understood, ma’am,” the man replied before the line went dead.

Lydia lowered the phone, her eyes glinting with a cold, ruthless determination.

“You must die Thomas.” She grabbed her purse and stormed out of the house.

Henry quietly entered the bedroom, his gaze falling on Lilianna.

Her face was serene, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

Watching her sleeping peacefully, he couldn’t gather the courage to wake her up.

He took the notepad and jotted down a message.

‘Ava’s father suffered a heart attack.

Dylan just called and urged me to come to the hospital.

I’m leaving now, but don’t panic.

Everything will be fine.

Wait for me.

Love you€¦’ Tearing the page from the notepad, he folded it neatly and placed it on the nightstand beside her.

His gaze lingered on Lilianna’s peaceful face, and a wave of affection washed over him.

“I’ll be back soon,” he whispered as he pressed a soft kiss on her forehead before going into the bathroom.

By the time he emerged, his expression was set, his movements swift as he got ready.

Grabbing his keys and coat, he took a last glance at Lilianna and slipped out of the house.

On the way, he made a call to the dean and took the update on Thomas’s condition.

“The patient is critical,” the dean said.

“Immediate surgery is needed, but Dr.

Fisher is refusing to perform the surgery.” “Why?” Henry was somewhat surprised.

“Saving a life is our priority.

Why is he hesitating?” “The chances of the patient’s survival are slim.

Maybe Dr.

Fisher doesn’t want a stain in his career,” the dean speculated.

“This is unacceptable,” Henry groaned, a frown creeping on his usually calm face.

“How can he consider himself as a doctor?

Whether it is risky or not, you should at least try.

Anyway, I am on my way.

Prepare for the surgery.” “Thanks, Henry.” Henry hummed softly before ending the call, focusing on the road.

Just as he took the turn, his eyes caught sight of the black Range Rover speeding toward him from the opposite direction.

The car swerved abruptly, coming to a sudden halt right in front of him.

His heart lurched in alarm as he hit the brakes.

The wheel screeched against the asphalt as the car came to a halt only a few inches away from the Range Rover.

A wave of panic washed over him, his heart pounding in his ear.

But his fear quickly dissipated into a sharp flicker of annoyance as he shot an angry glare at the driver of the Range Rover.

“What’s wrong with you?” he shouted.

Before Henry could process what was happening, the doors of the Range Rover swung open, and two masked men leaped out.

His instincts screamed that something was wrong.

Henry slammed his foot on the accelerator, shifting gears in a desperate attempt to reverse and escape.

But before he could even get the car in motion, a deafening crack split the air.

A bullet tore through the windshield, shattering the glass with a violent crash.

A cold chill ran down his spine as he instinctively ducked.

Henry knew he was far from safe.

His pulse raced as he struggled to regain control of the situation.