My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 226

Chapter 226: Untraceable poison Chapter 226: Untraceable poison Dylan’s frown deepened as disbelief took hold of him.

He reread the message, his mind refusing to accept it.

“No traces?

How can that be possible?” Memories of his past life rushed in-fragments of pain, betrayal, and a slow, agonizing death.

That poison had been lethal, killing both him and Thomas.

It was supposed to be unmistakable.

“This doesn’t make sense,” Dylan murmured.

His mind felt like a chaotic storm.

“I’m missing something…

but what?

Why can’t I remember?” His fingers absently rubbed his jaw as he tried to dig deeper into the recesses of his mind.

With his pinched brow, Dylan closed his eyes.

He tried to recall his nightmare in as much detail as possible.

The first thing he remembered was the faceless woman, who had often haunted him in his dreams.

As her shadowy form emerged in his memory, Dylan’s breath hitched.

His eyes flew open, panic surging through him.

Cold sweat pricked on his spine.

“Shit,” he cursed, dejected.

His pulse pounded in his ears.

“I have to face this,” he mumbled despite his fear.

“I can’t let fear control me.” Closing his eyes once more, he dove into the dark labyrinth of his subconscious, forcing himself to wade through the chaotic flashes of memory.

The disjointed images swirled-one moment, the faceless woman; the next, her delicate hand holding a vial of clear liquid.

Her cruel smirk taunted him.

He even could hear some faint voices €“ broken, but clear.

‘Do you know what it is?

It’s the same poison that killed Thomas.

And now it’s your turn.’ Dylan’s chest tightened as a surge of terror coursed through him.

His body tensed, every instinct screaming for him to abandon this mental torture and open his eyes.

But he clenched his fists, forcing himself to remain in the abyss.

He knew the answers he sought lay buried in these haunting fragments.

‘The beauty is that it’s untraceable.

No test can ever detect it.’ With a sharp gasp, Dylan’s eyes flew open.

“Untraceable,” he whispered, trembling with revelation.

“That’s why it didn’t show up in the tests.” With urgency, Dylan called Henry.

“Dylan?” Henry’s voice came through.

“Did you check the report?” “Listen to me, Henry,” Dylan blurted.

“The poison is untraceable.

You need to dig deeper.

Find out what kind of toxin we’re dealing with.” “How are you so sure?” Henry asked, perplexed.

“Don’t ask me anything right now.

“I can’t explain everything, but you have to trust me.

Just do as I say.

It’s urgent.

There is someone who is trying to hurt Thomas.

We don’t have time to waste.” The seriousness in his voice made Henry reconsider.

“Alright €“ I’ll help you.

I don’t have any knowledge of such a poison, but I do know someone who might.

I’ll reach out to him and let you know as soon as I have any updates.

By the way, how is Mr.

Williams doing?” “He is doing fine,” Dylan replied, his tone softening.

His hand drifted to his brow, pinching it in an attempt to stave off the creeping exhaustion.

“You sound drained,” Henry remarked, concern evident in his tone.

“Don’t push yourself too hard.

You need rest, Dylan.” “Yeah, I know.

Take care of Lili.” As the call ended, Dylan let out a long breath, his shoulders slumping.

His mind churned with plans and questions, but for now, his concern was Ava.

Dylan stepped into the dimly lit bedroom, his eyes immediately falling on Ava.

She lay curled on the bed, her expression tense even in sleep.

A faint shimmer of sweat clung to her forehead, and her lips moved as though she was speaking.

Dylan’s brows drew together in concern.

He moved closer and leaned over to her, keeping his ear close to her lips as he tried to hear what she was saying.

Her voice was as low as a whisper, nothing clearly audible.

All he could hear was a faint whimper.

It was clear she was having a nightmare.

“Ava,” he called out softly.

“Wake up.” He gently held her hand and caressed her forehead.

“It’s just a nightmare.

Open your eyes, and it will be over.” “Uh€¦” Ava’s breathing hitched, her chest rising sharply as she jolted upright.

Her eyes flew open, wild with terror.

“Don’t touch me,” she whimpered, clutching the blanket tightly against herself.

“It’s me, Ava.

You’re safe,” Dylan reassured her.

He reached for her again, but she recoiled, her panic still gripping her.

Ava, still trapped in the maze of her fear, pushed him away.

“Let me go, you monster.

Help€¦” “Ava, look at me.” Dylan cupped her face and forced her to look at him.

“It’s me, Dylan.

You are no longer in danger.

You are at home €“ safe.” Her frantic gaze locked onto his, and gradually, recognition dawned.

The tension in her shoulders eased as relief poured over her.

She flung herself into his arms.

Dylan held her close, his hand cradling the back of her head as he whispered softly, “Shh€¦ it’s over now.

No one will hurt you.

I won’t let anything happen to you.” Ava’s sobs subsided into quiet sniffles as she clung to the warmth and safety of his embrace.

For a long moment, Dylan held her close, their breathing the only sound in the quiet room.

Ava relaxed in his arms, her trembling subsiding.

She realized that with Dylan by her side, no one could ever harm her.

Her heart swelled with gratitude.

Dylan seemed to have become her savior in this life.

When she had been reborn, she resolved never to let herself depend on him again.

Yet, fate seemed to have other plans.

Every attempt to distance herself from him had only led her back to his arms.

Perhaps she had misread the reason for her second chance.

Perhaps she was meant to rewrite their story, to find peace and a new beginning with him.

“You should change your clothes,” Dylan said softly, breaking her reverie.

It was only at that point Ava looked down at herself and saw the shredded clothes clung to her, barely covering her body.

Her cheeks flushed with heat, and she instinctively pushed him away, wrapping her arms around herself.

Ava’s action caught Dylan off guard.

Just moments ago, she had been clinging to him as though he were her anchor, and now she was pushing him away.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, befuddled.

“Why are you pushing me away?” “Don’t look at me,” she cringed.

“I don’t want you to see me like this.” She hung her head, avoiding his gaze.

His gaze softened as he could feel the pain in her voice.

“It’s too late,” he said in a teasing tone, hoping to lift her spirit.

“I’ve already seen everything.” “Pervert,” she muttered, sliding down from the bed.

Grabbing her nightdress from the wardrobe, she hurried toward the bathroom.

Dylan chuckled, rubbing the back of his head as he watched her disappear behind the bathroom door.