My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 194

Chapter 194: The commotion at the hospital (Part €“ 2) Chapter 194: The commotion at the hospital (Part €“ 2) Ava’s heart sank at his words, chills creeping up her nape.

Her gaze darted between Dr.

Fisher and the unwavering guards.

She did want Henry to do the procedure, but there was no sign of him.

Each second stretched unbearably as she struggled to make sense of what to do.

“But these men won’t let me through!” Mathew exclaimed, his accusatory glare fixed on the guards.

“If the patient’s condition deteriorates, it will be on them.” “We’re following orders,” the other guard said.

“Dr.

Henry will perform the surgery, not you.” Ethan watched the doctor, recalling Lydia mentioning his name.

A chilling realization gripped him: Dr.

Fisher wasn’t here to save Thomas but to ensure his demise.

Ethan’s breath hitched at the thought of Lydia’s ruthless intent.

She would stop at nothing to eliminate Thomas, no matter the cost.

For a brief moment, Ethan considered stepping in to stop Dr.

Fisher, but then he remembered Lydia’s warning.

Meddling in her plans would have dire consequences.

She could expose him in front of Ava.

If he helped her in taking revenge on Thomas, she would leave him and Ava alone.

Ethan clung to that promise like a lifeline, convincing himself that she wouldn’t go back on her word.

He squared his shoulders and stepped forward.

“Where is Dr.

Henry?” Ethan asked sharply, his gaze piercing the guards.

“Doesn’t he know how critical the situation is?

Why isn’t he here yet?” “He is on the way,” the guard replied flatly, his expression neutral.

“But there is no time to wait!” Mathew interjected, his frustration mounting.

“I’ll begin the surgery now, and he can join me when he arrives.

This delay is unacceptable.

Step aside.” Ava’s mind churned with doubt and fear as she stood frozen, torn between urgency and her trust in Henry.

She had the feeling that Henry was the only one who could save her father.

But his delay made her reconsider.

What if her father’s condition worsened?

Her heart ached at the thought of risking her father’s life.

“Ava, why are you silent?” Ethan’s voice broke through her thoughts.

“Tell these guards to step aside.

We can’t afford to waste any more time.” “I€¦” Ava faltered, her mind replaying fragments of her memory.

In her past life, her father had died because of unsuccessful surgery.

What if the same thing happened again?

Mathew Fisher wasn’t someone she trusted.

On the other hand, Henry was widely regarded as one of the best heart surgeons, someone she knew had the skill and experience to save her father.

She clung to the belief that Henry would arrive soon.

“Henry is the best doctor I know,” she murmured.

“He didn’t say he wouldn’t come.

Let’s wait a little longer.” Mathew’s patience snapped.

“Miss, are you saying I’m not good enough?

I’m standing here, ready to save your father’s life, and you want to gamble on another doctor who hasn’t even shown up?

If you don’t care about your father’s survival, then so be it.

Why should I bother?” He turned to leave.

“Wait a moment, doctor, please€¦” Ethan stepped forward, stopping Mathew from leaving.

“Ava is upset, and she is not thinking clearly.

Please don’t walk away.” “I can’t perform the surgery if she doesn’t trust me,” Mathew declared.

“Don’t say that,” Ethan pleaded.

“Give me a moment to talk to her.

I’ll handle it.” He turned to Ava, grabbing her arm and pulling her aside.

“What are you doing?” he asked in a cold tone.

“How can you risk delaying your father’s treatment?

We don’t know where Henry is or how long it will take him to get here.

Your hesitation could cost your father his life.” “But Henry is a better surgeon,” Ava replied resolutely.

“Dylan said he’d be here soon.” “Then why is he not here yet?” Ethan countered.

“Doesn’t he understand how critical the situation is?

Sure, he might be skilled, but to me, he is irresponsible.

What kind of doctor delays when someone’s life is hanging by a thread?

And while we’re at it-where is Dylan?

Shouldn’t he be here, by your side, if he truly cared?” Ava’s confidence wavered, doubt creeping into her thoughts.

“Look,” Ethan softened his voice, gripping her shoulders.

“Henry is Dylan’s brother-in-law.

Do you really think Henry is acting independently?

I have a strong feeling Dylan is behind this delay.

He is controlling the situation, keeping Henry away deliberately.” “What do you mean?” Ava asked, confusion and disbelief flickering across her face.

“Ava,” he grimaced, “you are too naïve.

You know how much Dylan despises your father.

Don’t you think it’s suspicious?

He wouldn’t want your father to recover.

This is all part of his plan.

On one hand, he stopped Henry from coming to the hospital on time while he stationed the guards here to stop the other doctors from treating your father.

It’s a setup.

He is playing a dangerous game.” Dread clawed at Ava’s chest as fragments of her past life surged back with cruel clarity.

Dylan’s chilling confession about poisoning her father to trigger his heart attack replayed in her mind.

The same was happening again.

Her father had a heart attack all of a sudden and now this chaos.

“No, this can’t be happening,” Ava whispered.

Her hands balled into fists as determination flared in her eyes.

“I won’t let history repeat itself.” Turning to Ethan, she grabbed his hands tightly.

“Save my father, please,” she begged.

Ethan felt a pang of guilt twist in his chest, but he buried it.

“He’ll be fine,” he promised, squeezing her hands.

“I won’t let Dylan harm you or your father.” With newfound resolve, he turned to Dr.

Mathew Fisher and said firmly, “Please, start the surgery immediately.

We can’t afford to waste another second.” “No one will touch Mr.

Williams without my permission.” A booming voice pierced the air.

All heads snapped toward the source of the voice.

Dylan strode into the room, his presence commanding.

His stormy demeanor sent a ripple of unease through the air.

Behind him, the Dean followed, his expression tense.

Dylan’s piercing gaze zeroed in on Ethan, a silent fury blazing in his eyes.

His attention shifted to Mathew, and the intensity of his glare made the doctor falter.

“You are not allowed to go near him.” The sheer force of Dylan’s warning struck Mathew like a blow.

He stumbled back a step, sweat beading on his forehead.

For a moment, it felt as though Dylan could see straight through him, stripping away every layer of pretense.

“What’s wrong with you, Dylan?” Ava snapped.

“This isn’t the time to take out your anger.

My father’s life is on the line!” “I am trying to save him,” Dylan said sternly.

“You have no idea what’s going on here.” “Oh, I know everything!” Ava shot back, stepping closer to him.

“You want revenge, don’t you?

If you have a problem with my family, then come to me.

But don’t you dare mess with my father!” “Ava,” he growled, his eyes blazing.

He was trying hard to save her father, but she was accusing him.

“Enough of your suspicions.

Put them aside for now.

This isn’t the time to argue.” “Exactly!” Ava countered.

“This is not the time for arguments!

My father needs surgery now, and the doctor is right here.

You can’t stop him.

Tell your guards to let him through!” Dylan’s stance remained unyielding, his expression hardening.

“Guards, take this doctor away,” he commanded, his tone cold and decisive, “and interrogate him.”