My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 193

Chapter 193: The commotion at the hospital (Part €“ 1) Chapter 193: The commotion at the hospital (Part €“ 1) Dylan pulled up to where Henry’s car had been abandoned, his heart pounding with fear and urgency.

He parked hastily at the edge of the road and stepped out, his eyes immediately locking onto Justin, who stood near the car, his phone pressing on his ear.

The moment his gaze shifted to the bullet hole marring the windshield, his breath caught.

A cold knot of dread twisted in his stomach.

He hurried over to him.

“Any update?” The words tumbled out quickly.

Justin ended the call and slipped the phone back into his pocket.

“We just received intel.

The black Range Rover-the one we suspect was used to abduct Dr.

Henry-has been found in the southern suburb.

It’s abandoned, but we think the kidnappers may have taken him somewhere nearby.” “Then what we are waiting for,” Dylan spat.

“Let’s go there.” He pivoted and strode back toward his car, his movements quick and purposeful.

Justin hurried after him.

As Dylan’s car roared down the road, his phone buzzed insistently on the dashboard.

Dylan glanced at the screen and saw an unknown number.

He grimaced, irritated by the interruption.

Ignoring the call, he refocused on the road.

“Pick up the phone, Dylan,” Henry muttered through his gritted teeth, restless.

The call went unanswered, much to his dismay.

His fingers trembled as he called him again.

Dylan glanced at the screen and saw the same number.

Something clicked in his mind.

‘What if it’s Henry?’ The thought was enough to jolt him.

He snatched up the phone and answered, “Hello?” “Dylan, it’s me,” Henry said, exhaling heavily as he heard Dylan’s voice.

“Henry?” Dylan’s hands froze on the wheel as he slammed the brakes.

“Where are you?

Are you hurt?” “I’m fine,” Henry assured him, though his tone carried an edge of unease.

“Some men kidnapped me.

Listen, I’m-” He paused, scanning the unfamiliar room.

His eyes landed on an elderly woman standing nervously nearby.

“Ma’am where is this place?” he asked urgently.

“Suburb €“ in the southern region,” the woman stuttered.

Henry repeated the location into the phone.

“Southern suburb.

Dylan, come quickly.” “Okay, okay€¦I’m coming.

Stay safe.” “Wait, don’t hang up,” Henry stopped Dylan from disconnecting the call.

“This is not just a random kidnapping.” Dylan’s heart skipped a beat.

“What do you mean?” “They didn’t hurt me,” Henry explained.

“They just wanted to stop me from getting to the hospital.” Dylan’s mind raced.

“What are you saying?” “This reeks of a deeper conspiracy.

Someone doesn’t want me performing that surgery.” Dylan’s grip tightened on the phone as his mind worked through the implications.

The line crackled softly in his ear as Henry continued, “I called the dean before I reached you,” Henry explained.

“I asked him to wait, but he told me Dr.

Fisher is already prepared to perform the surgery.” “Dr.

Fisher?” Dylan’s brow furrowed deeply at the mention of the doctor.

The name struck a sour chord in his memory.

He vividly remembered the man refusing to treat Thomas not long ago.

The sudden shift in willingness felt too convenient, too calculated.

“Yes.

He initially refused outright.

Now, suddenly, he is stepping in.

Something doesn’t add up,” Henry expressed his doubt.

“The dean hesitates to wait for me at this point, but I’m certain he’ll listen if you speak to him.

Please, Dylan-convince him to wait.” “Don’t worry, Henry,” Dylan assured him, his tone somber.

“I’ll handle this.” Ending the call, he turned to Justin.

“Go and bring Henry safely.

I’m heading back to the hospital.” Justin nodded and stepped out of the car.

Dylan swung the wheel sharply, the tires skidding slightly as he sped away.

~~~~~~~~ Ethan stepped into the waiting area, his gaze immediately falling on Ava.

She sat slumped in a chair, her shoulders drooped, and her hollow stare fixed on some unseen point in the distance.

The sight of her like this pierced through him.

Guilt swelled in his chest, but he quickly pushed it aside, clinging to Lydia’s words.

This was his chance to make Ava depend on him.

Ava’s relationship with Dylan was already strained.

The chances of them mending their rift seemed almost nil.

And if he didn’t act now, she might grow closer to Nicholas.

He couldn’t let that happen.

Taking a steadying breath, he approached her.

“Ava,” he called out gently.

Her head turned toward him, and the moment her eyes met his, tears spilled freely down her cheeks.

“Ethan.” Her voice cracked under the weight of her emotions.

“Papa is critical.

Why€¦ why did this happen so suddenly?

What’s going on?” “It’s okay.” Ethan’s chest tightened as he sat beside her, gently pulling her into his arms.

“Don’t cry.” But even as he spoke, his guilt was reflected in his own troubled eyes.

He couldn’t bring himself to say that Thomas would recover.

“I’m here,” he added.

“We’ll face this together.” “I am scared,” Ava choked out.

“I lost my mother when I was a child.

Papa is all I have-he is both my mother and father.

I can’t lose him too.” Her words struck Ethan like a blow, his face draining of color.

He knew the grim reality of Thomas’s condition, and this thought made him uneasy.

“The doctors are doing everything they can,” he said, forcing a note of reassurance into his tone.

“They’ll save him.

They have to.” There was a glimmer of hope in him that the doctor would be able to save Thomas.

“Why are you alone?” He glanced around the empty waiting area.

“Where is Dylan?” Ava pulled back, brushing the tears from her cheeks.

“He€¦ he might have gone to talk to the doctor.” The commotion outside the operating room drew their attention.

Dr.

Fisher stood in front of the door, his face red with frustration, while two men in black suits blocked his path, stopping him from entering the operating room.

“I’m here to perform the surgery!” Dr.

Fisher shouted.

“Why are you stopping me?” “Sorry, we won’t allow you to enter,” one of the guards said defiantly, standing tall like a wall in front of him.

“Who do you think you are to stop me?” Dr.

Fisher barked.

“This is a hospital, not some corporate office.

The patient’s life is at stake, and this surgery needs to happen now!” The guard didn’t flinch.

“Only Dr.

Henry is authorized to perform this surgery.” “Dr.

Henry isn’t here!” Mathew Fisher snapped, his voice rising with every word.

“And there is no guarantee he’ll arrive in time.

Every moment we delay puts the patient at greater risk.

Now move aside and let me do my job!” Despite his impassioned argument, the guards stood firm like an immovable barrier.

The growing commotion drew a small crowd of curious onlookers, their murmurs adding to the tension in the corridor.

Ava hurried over to them and asked frantically, “What is going on here?” she asked, her gaze locking on the guards.

She recognized them-they were Dylan’s men.

“Where is Dylan?

Why are you creating a scene here?” Dr.

Fisher seized the moment.

“Miss Ava, these fools are stopping me from performing the surgery your father desperately needs.

You know how critical his condition is.

If we delay any longer, he might not make it.”