My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 191

Chapter 191: The lucrative offer Chapter 191: The lucrative offer Dr.

Fisher sat frozen for a moment, his wide eyes fixed on Lydia as her words echoed in his ears.

Lydia took a deep breath, regaining her composure.

“Look, Mathew.

We’ve known each other for years.

We were good friends once.

All I’m asking is for you to help me get justice.

My brother’s murder cannot go unpunished.” Mathew shifted uneasily in his chair, his hesitation growing.

Lydia seized the moment, pressing forward with desperation.

“Your daughter’s wedding is next month, isn’t it?

Imagine what you could do with the money.

An extravagant gift, a luxury house, or even a grand destination wedding.

Whatever you want-just name your price.

I promise you I’ll fulfill all your demands.

Just do this for me.

I swear I’ll back you up.

No one will find out about it.” Mathew was still silent, his mind visibly wrestling with the morality of her request.

“And if that’s not enough,” she added, “I can help you relocate.

Imagine starting fresh abroad.

Think about it.” Mathew finally gave in to her tempting offer.

“Alright, I’m ion.

I want fifty million and a villa in Hawaii.

I want out of this city as soon as it’s done.” Lydia’s jaw tightened imperceptibly, her insides churning with suppressed fury at his audacious demand.

‘What a greedy fool,’ she thought bitterly, but her expression remained composed.

“Done,” she said with a chilling finality.

“Complete the job, and you’ll get everything you asked for.” Dr.

Fisher’s face relaxed, a hint of satisfaction flickering in his eyes.

The patient’s condition was already critical, and the chances of his survival were almost nil.

No one would suspect him even if Thomas died during surgery.

“Okay, I’ll go and finish the job.” With that, he walked briskly out of the chamber.

Lydia snorted softly, her expression twisting into a sly, victorious smirk.

“Dylan won’t find a single trace to connect me to this.” Dylan’s grip on the phone tightened as Justin’s voice echoed in his ear, delivering the unsettling news.

“We found Henry’s car abandoned on the road, but there is no sign of him.

There are tire tracks from another car nearby.

It looks like he might have been taken.” “Kidnapped?” Dylan repeated, his voice rising in alarm.

“Unfortunately, it seems that way,” Justin replied.

“It must have happened fast, leaving no time for him to react.

He left his phone and wallet in the car.” Dylan’s heartbeat pounded in his ears.

“Find him.

I don’t care how-just find him!” he barked.

His mind raced to Lilianna, and the thought of her heartbreak if anything happened to Henry only fueled his desperation.

“We’re on it,” Justin assured him.

“We’ve already started tracking surveillance cameras in the area.

We’ll locate him.” Dylan nodded, his lips pressed into a grim line.

He opened his mouth to respond but stopped short when his phone vibrated with an incoming call.

Glancing at the screen, he saw Lilianna’s name flashing.

His stomach twisted in nervousness.

Swallowing hard, he brought the phone back to his ear.

“Call me the moment you have anything.” Ending the call, Dylan let out a slow, shaky breath.

Forcing himself to maintain a calm facade despite the storm raging within him, he answered the call.

“Hello€¦” “Dylan, I found Henry’s note.

How is Ava’s father?” For a moment, Dylan froze, his mind scrambling for a response.

He had assumed she was calling about Henry, but her obliviousness to his disappearance sent a bittersweet wave of relief through him.

“Um…

don’t worry about that,” he replied carefully.

“The doctors are taking good care of him.

There is no need to stress yourself, alright?” “I’m fine,” Lilianna said brightly, her tone light.

“Henry is taking such good care of everything.

Oh, speaking of him-I’ve been trying to reach him, but his phone isn’t connecting.

He is probably busy with surgery.

Can you tell him to call me when he is done?” Dylan’s heart trembled.

He hated to be stuck in this clueless and helpless situation.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he assured her, “Henry will be with you in no time.

Don’t worry.

I’ve got to go now, Lilianna.

Take care.” As he ended the call, the mask of composure crumbled.

His eyes burned with steely determination.

“I can’t just stand here waiting,” he muttered.

“I’ll find him on my own.” With that thought burning in his chest, he stormed out of the hospital.

Lydia watched Dylan hurrying out of the hospital.

She knew Dylan was going to find Henry.

‘Dylan wouldn’t rest until he found Henry.’ Her mind raced.

Keeping Henry abducted for too long would only increase the risk of getting caught.

If Dylan involved the police, things would spiral out of her control.

The stakes were too high now.

Slipping into a quieter corner, Lydia pulled out her phone and quickly dialed a number.

“Dylan is on the move,” she said in a hushed tone.

“You can’t keep him for long.” Glancing over her shoulder to ensure no one was nearby, she added, “I’ve handled everything here.

The surgery is set to begin before Henry could even think of returning to the hospital.

There is no reason to keep him any longer.

Release him and vanish.

Make sure you are not caught.” “Understood.” A curt reply came from the other end.

Without wasting another second, she ended the call and slipped the phone back into her pocket.

Lydia adjusted her scarf over her head.

Avoiding eye contact with passing staff, she made her way to the side exit.

On the other end, the masked man exchanged a glance with his companion.

With a slight nod, he signaled for him to step out.

Henry, bound to the chair, jerked against his restraints in desperation.

“Where are you going?

Let me go!

I have to get to the hospital.” The two men paused mid-step, turning their masked faces toward him.

The leader, the one who had just ended the call said with a chilling voice, “Yes, you can leave.” “What?” Henry blinked as he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“Are you €“ are you releasing me?” “Yes,” the man confirmed.

“Our purpose is served.

We no longer need to keep you here.” Something about the statement set Henry’s nerves on edge.

His mind raced as he questioned their motives.

“What was your purpose?

Why abduct me in the first place?

Who are you, and what do you have against me?” “We have no personal grudge against you.

We only needed to ensure you didn’t reach the hospital in time.” Henry frowned as he tried to process his words.

‘To stop me from reaching the hospital,’ he murmured in his mind, the realization dawning on him.

Someone wanted to stop him from performing Thomas’s surgery.

‘But who?

And why?’ The questions tumbled through his mind like a storm.

“You should consider yourself lucky,” the man continued.

“You’re being released so soon.

But heed this warning-don’t try to track us down.

If you do, you won’t just be endangering yourself.

Your wife will also pay the price.” They turned to leave.

“Wait,” Henry exclaimed, stopping them yet again.

“Please…

At least untie me,” Henry pleaded.

Silence.

“I promise,” Henry continued, “I won’t tell anyone about you.

I won’t go to the cops.

Just untie me and let me go.” The two men looked at each other.

“We can’t stay here any longer,” the second man said in a low voice.

The leader nodded in agreement.

He reached into his jacket, pulled out a small knife, and hurled it toward Henry.

The blade clattered onto the floor a few feet from Henry.

“Help yourself,” the man said coldly before bolting out of the room, his companion following him.