My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 213

Chapter 213: There is nothing harmful in his system.

Chapter 213: There is nothing harmful in his system.

Justin stood frozen, sensing Dylan’s seething frustration.

The tension in the room only intensified his nervousness.

He had reviewed it all earlier, and the man’s face wasn’t visible anywhere-but couldn’t voice it out of fear.

Dylan’s eyes stayed glued to the screen.

He rewound and replayed the footage, hoping for some clarity, but the distance and poor angle of the camera didn’t give any clue.

He was disappointed.

“What is this nonsense?” Dylan barked.

“Why is nothing clear?” Justin opened his mouth to respond, but the words caught in his throat.

“Are there any cameras installed nearby?” Dylan asked, his tone teetering on the edge of losing all patience.

“Um, no€¦” Justin stuttered.

Dylan swore under his breath and tossed the tablet onto the central table with a sharp thud.

“It’s her,” he hissed, his expression darkened further as he gritted his teeth.

“Erica is behind all of this.

She hired that man and likely bribed the hotel staff to cover her tracks.

She lied to my face-claiming she left me at the bar-but the footage tells a different story.” He jumped to his feet.

“I’ll not spare her.” He stormed toward the door.

“W-Where are you going?” Justin asked, anxious at the face of his fury.

“Where do you think?” Dylan shot back.

“Of course, I am going to interrogate her.

She won’t talk her way out of this.

The footage is undeniable.

She dropped me at the hotel, handed me to that man while I was unconscious, and then had the audacity to spin lies about it.” Snatching the tablet from the table, Dylan held it aloft.

“This proof is all I need to pin her down.” “Wait a moment.” Justin stepped in front of Dylan, blocking his path.

“Your action will alert her.

Our plan to trap her can be ruined.” Dylan glared at him, his nostrils flaring.

“Are you suggesting I do nothing?” “No,” Justin replied quickly.

“I’m saying we need to be strategic.

Let her believe she is in the clear.

If you act now, she’ll go on the defensive and destroy any remaining evidence we might find.” Dylan’s expression grew thoughtful as he reflected on Justin’s words.

His fury still simmered, but the logic began to seep through the haze of his anger.

“Rylee is arriving tomorrow,” Justin said carefully, seizing the moment to drive his point home.

“Once he is here, we can start making our moves.

Let her think that she has won this time.

It’ll make her overconfident, which will lead her to make mistakes.

Besides, we still don’t know who is backing her.

If we act now, we’ll lose the chance to uncover the bigger picture.” Dylan’s mind churned.

He hated the thought of waiting, but Justin’s logic was undeniable.

Acting impulsively could compromise the opportunity to expose everyone involved.

He drew a slow breath, the fire in his eyes dimming to a simmer.

“Fine,” he said at last.

“I won’t do anything€¦ for now.” ~~~~~~~~  Ava finished feeding her father.

She gently dabbed her father’s face with the napkin.

“Didn’t you tell Ethan about my condition?” Thomas asked.

“He hasn’t come to see me?” Ava’s hands paused, her heart sinking.

She remembered vividly how she had told Ethan to leave.

Perhaps he was hurt by her insistence, and that explained his absence.

A pang of regret gripped her chest.

She resolved to call him later.

Pushing her thoughts aside, she quickly masked her feelings with a reassuring smile.

“Ethan was here during your surgery.

I told him to go back and focus on the business.

Don’t worry, he’ll come to visit soon.” Thomas gave a small nod, his tension easing.

“That boy works so hard,” he said with admiration.

“He will always help you when you take over the business.” Taking her hands in his, he added, “I’ll transfer the responsibilities to you soon.” “Don’t think about all that now,” Ava interjected.

“Your focus should be on getting better.

We’ll talk about the business later.” Thomas chuckled lightly.

“Yes, yes, I’ll recover soon.

The doctor said I could be discharged soon.

Once I’m home, I’ll invite Dylan over for dinner and thank him personally.” At the mention of Dylan, Ava’s heart thumped loudly.

His name stirred a blend of emotions.

She hadn’t reached out to him since he had left, nor had he contacted her.

Was he still angry?

The question gnawed at her, leaving her unsettled.

Pushing back the restless thoughts, she forced a smile.

“You should rest now,” she said, standing up.

“I’ll go find the doctor and check on your discharge process.” Ava exited the ward with hurried steps as if she were afraid her father would ask about Dylan, and she didn’t want to lie to him.

The moment she stepped into the hallway, her attention was drawn to Nicholas walking toward her.

She mustered a smile, pushing the distress away.

“Nicholas.” “Ava,” Nicholas responded with a warm smile.

“How is Mr.

Williams doing?” “He is stable and improving.” “That’s good to hear.” Ava’s face grew solemn as she asked, “Did you get the test result?” Her heart raced with nervous energy.

Nicholas nodded and extended the folder he had been carrying.

“Yes.

You can take a look yourself.” Ava took the folder and flipped it open.

Her eyes scanned the report, half expecting to see that there was no poison in her father’s system.

As if the Almighty had listened to her prayer, the report said no harmful chemicals were in his blood.

The cause of the heart attack was the blockage in his heart.

Relief washed over her like a tidal wave.

‘It was all my fear,’ she reassured herself.

‘Nothing like before has happened.

No one had tried to harm him.’ “The report clearly said that he had a blockage in his heart,” Nicholas said, breaking her thoughts.

“This was the reason he had the heart attack.” He tilted his head, eyeing her skeptically.

“Why did you suspect foul play in the first place?

Are you hiding something?” Ava froze under his probing gaze, her grip tightening on the folder.

Dylan’s animosity toward her father in her past life had caused her endless pain.

But here and now, things felt different.

Dylan didn’t seem to harbor the same hostility and accusing him of harming her father seemed baseless and unfair.

She forced a neutral expression onto her face.

“No, it’s nothing,” she mumbled apologetically, closing the file.

“I was too disturbed.

You know, my father is the only family I have left, and the thought of losing him was terrifying.

When I saw him collapse, my mind was flooded with fears and worst-case scenarios.

That’s all it was.” She bit her lip, embarrassment coloring her cheeks.

“I’m sorry for troubling you.

I didn’t mean to make you worry.” Nicholas studied her carefully.

Her words seemed sincere, but the way her eyes avoided him, told another story.

Her reluctance to meet his gaze was a clear sign she was holding something back.

Nicholas had a feeling that there was something she wasn’t willing to share with him.

But he decided not to press her further, resolving instead to keep an eye out for anything suspicious surrounding Thomas.

“Don’t apologize,” he said casually, his tone reassuring.

“It’s only natural to be cautious when it comes to someone you care about.

And it’s a relief to know nothing is harmful in his system.” “Yes, you are right,” Ava said with a small, grateful smile.

The tension in her shoulders eased.

“Thank you for understanding.

Why don’t you come in?

Papa would love to see you.” Nicholas returned her smile and nodded.

“Of course.” Together, they walked back into the ward.