My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 190

Chapter 190: The kidnapping Chapter 190: The kidnapping Henry froze in his place, his hands trembling on the steering wheel.

His mind raced, paralyzed by the sudden turn of events.

For a moment, he couldn’t even process what had just happened.

He forgot to drive away, not even daring to breathe.

A sharp knock on the window jolted him out of his stunned state.

His head snapped toward the sound, only to find a gun barrel aimed directly at him.

One of the masked men leaned in and shouted, “Open the door and come out.” Fear clamped down on Henry like a vice.

His hands trembled uncontrollably as he fumbled with the door handle.

His mind screamed to run, but his body refused to obey.

Slowly, he stepped out of the car, his legs weak beneath him.

“Who are you?

What do you want?” he stammered.

“Move,” the man growled, shoving him toward the waiting Range Rover with a force that nearly sent him stumbling.

“You’ve got the wrong person,” Henry explained.

“Please let me go.

I need to get to the hospital-it’s urgent!” The second man spat back, “We know exactly who you are, Dr.

Henry.

And today, you aren’t going to the hospital.” He pushed him inside the car and hopped in beside him, closing the door with a resounding thud.

Before Henry could react, rough hands grabbed his wrists, pulling them tightly behind his back and tying them with a coarse rope.

A blindfold was tied over his eyes, plunging him into darkness.

The car roared to life, lurching forward.

Henry’s breathing grew erratic, his thoughts churned in panic.

He was trapped, blind, and helpless, carried away into an unknown fate.

At the hospital€¦ The atmosphere grew heavy with anxiety as Ava sat on the edge of her chair, her fingers intertwining nervously.

Her gaze repeatedly darted to the entrance of the lobby with the hope of seeing Henry coming.

But she didn’t see the familiar face walking forward.

Her heart sank a little more with every passing minute.

“Take it easy,” Dylan said gently, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

“He will be here soon.” Even though he said that the delay of Henry’s arrival made him anxious as well.

Ava nodded, trying to reassure herself that Dylan was right.

Yet, the unease gnawed at her heart, making it hard to sit still.

She fidgeted, her fingers twisting.

“Stay here.

I’ll be right back.” He offered her a fleeting smile before walking out of the waiting room.

The moment he stepped into the hallway, the smile vanished, replaced by a grim expression.

“Why is he taking so long?” he muttered under his breath.

He pulled out his phone and dialed Henry’s number.

The call rang unanswered, diverting to voicemail.

A flash of irritation crossed his face as he immediately redialed, only to meet the same result.

Dylan’s frustration boiled over.

“What the hell is going on?” Hoping Henry might have contacted the dean, he went to meet with him.

As he turned a corner, he spotted the dean conversing with a lady doctor near the end of the hallway.

He hurried over to them.

“Excuse me€¦” Dylan interrupted.

Both the doctors turned to him.

The lady doctor exchanged a quick nod with the dean before walking away, leaving the two men alone.

“Did Henry contact you?

Is he coming or not?” Dylan asked, his tone barely masking the tension coiling within him.

The dean’s expression mirrored Dylan’s concern.

“I’m also waiting for him.

We spoke almost an hour ago.

He said he was on his way.

By now, he should have been here.” His voice carried a subtle undertone of unease, deepening Dylan’s growing suspicion that something was wrong.

A thought emerged in Dylan’s mind: ‘Did he meet an accident?’ The idea sent a chill down his spine, but he forced himself to remain composed.

“Maybe he is stuck in traffic.

I’ll try to find out.” Without waiting for a response, Dylan turned on his heel and strode away, his expression darkening.

He dialed Justin’s number, and the line connected after a few rings.

“Listen carefully,” Dylan began urgently.

“Henry was on his way to the hospital, but he hasn’t arrived yet.

I’ve been trying to call him, but his phone keeps going to voicemail.

I need you to check on him.” “Understood.

I’ll find out what’s going on and get back to you soon.” Lydia sneaked into Dr.

Fisher’s chamber, her expression somber.

Dr.

Fisher, startled by her sudden appearance, straightened in his chair.

His nervousness was palpable.

“What are you doing here?” he stammered.

“I did exactly what you asked.

I refused the surgery.

What more do you want now?” “Because now I want you to perform the surgery,” Lydia said, her tone cold and calculative, as she sat down across from him.

Dr.

Fisher blinked in confusion.

“Are you for real?

Your people threatened me and made sure I stepped back.

Now you want me to jump back into the case.

It doesn’t work that way.

Besides, I heard Dr.

Henry has taken charge.

I don’t want to compete with him.” “Henry won’t be here,” Lydia announced with confidence, “and I have made sure about it.” The conviction in her tone and the dangerous glint in her eyes pricked Dr.

Fisher’s skin, chills running up his nape.

“What€¦ what did you do to him?” he asked cautiously.

“Nothing drastic,” Lydia replied with a nonchalant wave of her hand.

“I’ve simply ensured he won’t reach the hospital in time.

But that’s temporary.

Dylan is persistent and resourceful.

It’s only a matter of time before he finds Henry.

I can’t risk being caught, so we need to act now.” She leaned forward, her icy gaze locking onto Dr.

Fisher.

“Here is what you’ll do.

Go to the dean and offer to perform the surgery.

You will make sure Thomas dies on the operating table.” Dr.

Fisher froze, his eyes widening in shock.

“You can’t be serious€¦You’re asking me to kill a patient?” “Stop overreacting,” Lydia snapped.

“His condition is already critical.

If he dies during surgery, it will be written off as a complication, nothing more.

No one will suspect you.

Just do your job, or you know what I’m capable of.” Dr.

Fisher swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest.

The room suddenly felt stifling.

Lydia’s piercing gaze didn’t waver, suffocating him.

He couldn’t offend the woman in front of him nor could he do what she had demanded.

Lydia slammed a blank cheque on the table and pushed it toward him.

“Fill in the amount you want.” The doctor glanced down at the cheque, greed shining in his eyes.

His hands twitched to take it.

But his conscious warned him about the disastrous consequences.

“Miss Brooks, I appreciate the offer, but this isn’t just about money.” His voice wavered, betraying his inner turmoil.

“If I do what you’re asking and someone finds out, I’ll lose my license.

My career-everything I’ve worked for-will be destroyed.” He pushed the check back toward her.

“I can’t do it.” But Lydia was determined.

“I’m not asking for your approval,” she said with menace.

“I’m telling you to do it.

Thomas is not a saint.

He is a monster.

He killed my brother, remember?” He still hesitated.

“I understand your frustration, but it was an accident.

Thomas wasn’t at fault.” “No, it wasn’t,” she cut him off sharply, anger flashing in her eyes.

“It was a murder €“ a cold-blooded murder.

Thomas killed my brother, and I won’t rest until he pays for what he did.”