My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 267

Chapter 267: Dylan€™s serious condition (Part €“ 1) Chapter 267: Dylan€™s serious condition (Part €“ 1) Gianna stopped, her hand still gripping the knife, her eyes wide with shock.

Blood began to seep through Dylan’s shirt, staining it a deep crimson.

Her fingers slackened on the hilt of the blade as the reality of what she had done settled in.

She had intended to hurt Ava, not him.

She staggered back a step, horror mingling with disbelief.

“I-I didn’t mean to hurt you,” she stammered.

“It’s her fault-it’s all her fault!” “Dylan.” Ava’s scream pierced the air.

Tears blurred her vision as she hesitated, unsure whether to pull the knife out.

Dylan gritted his teeth, forcing himself to stand tall despite the searing pain radiating from his back.

He turned slightly, his fiery gaze locking onto Gianna.

“Stay behind me.

I’ll handle this.” Gianna shrank under his glare, her bravado crumbling.

“I didn’t mean for this!” she sputtered, taking a step back.

“You have to believe me!

It’s her-it’s always her!” Dylan stepped forward, his movements slow but purposeful.

“You, malicious woman.

I shouldn’t have left you alive.

But I will correct the mistake.

I’ll kill you right here.” Gianna barely had time to react before his hand lashed out, striking her across the face.

The force sent her sprawling to the floor.

Dylan coughed, a wet, metallic taste filling his mouth as the pain threatened to overwhelm him.

He steadied himself.

“You’ve caused enough pain.

I’ll punish you with my own hands.” He lunged at Gianna, his hands wrapping around her throat.

His grip tightened further, his anger and pain consuming him.

Ava panicked as she saw the sight.

“Dylan, please stop,” she shouted.

But he was too angry to listen to her.

Helpless, she tugged at his arm, trying to pull him away.

“Let her go.

Don’t do this,” she pleaded.

“She is not worth it.

Don’t let her drag you down to her level.

Let the authorities handle her.

You don’t need to dirty your hands.

Please€¦” Dylan’s entire body trembled with a volatile mix of pain and rage, his hands still wrapped tightly around Gianna’s neck.

His vision blurred, but his grip remained unyielding.

He didn’t care about the consequences-he was ready to end her, even if he had to go to jail.

Gianna’s eyes widened as her air supply dwindled.

Her chest heaved with desperate attempts to breathe, but each gasp grew weaker.

Her lips parted to plead, but no sound escaped.

Her body sagged as the strength drained from her limbs.

She was on the brink of death.

Just as she thought she was going to die, Ava finally managed to yank Dylan back with all her strength.

He stumbled, collapsing against her.

The pain numbed his limbs.

He could barely hold himself together.

His breaths came in shallow, ragged gasps.

A fresh wave of blood seeped from the wound in his back, staining Ava’s hands.

Ava cradled him in her arms.

“You’re bleeding too much-we need to get you to the hospital.” Wrapping an arm around him for support, she helped him to his feet.

Dylan leaned heavily on her, his strength fading fast.

Together, they staggered toward the door.  Behind them, Gianna lay on the floor, coughing violently as oxygen finally filled her lungs again.

She clutched her bruised neck as she gasped for air.

Her vision cleared just enough to see Ava and Dylan disappearing through the doorway.

She wanted to chase them down and complete her mission, but her body didn’t cooperate with her.

A storm of hatred burned in her eyes as she rasped, “Ava€¦ why do you always escape?

Why does luck favor you?” Her hands balled into fists.

“I won’t stop€¦ not until I finish what I started.” Ignoring her trembling legs and the pain coursing through her, Gianna dragged herself upright and staggered toward the door, disappearing into the darkness of the night.

~~~~~~~~~~~ Ava sat slumped in a cold, hard chair outside the operating room.

Her shoulders shook uncontrollably as silent tears rolled down her cheeks as she looked at her blood-stained trembling hands on her lap.

The chaotic events of the evening replayed in her mind like a cruel loop – Gianna’s furious charge, the glint of the knife, and the moment Dylan turned to shield her, taking the brutal stab meant for her.

“He took the knife for me,” she sniveled.

“He risked his life again to save me.

Why, Dylan?

Didn’t you hate me the most in the past life?

Why are you so determined to protect me now?

You didn’t even care about your own safety.” Ava’s chest tightened.

Her mind screamed with regrets.

Unanswered questions that only deepened her anguish.

“I’m so sorry,” she murmured.

“I was blind to your sincerity for so long.

I failed to see your heart, and now€¦ now you’re fighting for your life because of me.” She continued sobbing, her voice quivering.

“Please, Dylan, you have to make it through.

You promised€¦ you promised to stay by my side.

You can’t leave me now.” Ava’s heart was heavy with fear and helplessness as she waited, praying fervently for Dylan to return to her.

A police officer approached her.

“Sorry, ma’am, I’m sorry for what you have been through.” Ava stopped sobbing and looked up, her red-rimmed eyes meeting his steady gaze.

“I know this is difficult,” the officer continued softly, “but I need to ask you a few questions.” Ava blinked her tears away, using the back of her hand to wipe her cheeks.

“I understand.

I’ll tell you everything.” Taking a shaky breath, she began recounting the horrific events that unfolded in the house-the way Gianna had ambushed her in the kitchen, the terrifying moment Dylan shielded her from the attack, and the chaos that followed.

Her voice trembled as she relived the moments.

“She is dangerous,” Ava added, her tone rising slightly with urgency.

“Gianna has a history of criminal behavior.

She has been hostile toward me for years, and tonight…

tonight she crossed the line.

She has lost all sense of reason.” The officer nodded, jotting notes as she spoke.

“Please, officer, find her before she does something worse,” she pleaded.

“She is completely unhinged.

She said she wouldn’t stop until she€¦ until she destroys me.” A fresh wave of tears threatened to spill, but she clenched her jaw, willing herself to remain strong.

“Don’t worry, ma’am.

We’ll do everything we can to locate her and ensure she is brought to justice.” With a polite nod, he excused himself and walked away, leaving Ava alone once more.

She leaned back in the chair, her body feeling heavier than ever.

Her gaze drifted toward the closed operating room doors as a single tear slid down her cheek.

Her mind raced with a thousand unanswered questions, fear gnawing at her resolve.

‘How long will it take?’ Her chest tightened with every passing moment.

Finally, the doors creaked open, and Ava bolted upright, her heart leaping to her throat.

The doctor emerged, his expression grim.

Ava hurried to him.

“What is it, doctor?

How is his condition now?” The doctor exhaled deeply, his tone measured but serious.

“We’ve managed to stop the bleeding,” he began, the words bringing a brief flicker of hope to Ava’s eyes.

But his next sentence made her heart plummet.

“However, the knife pierced his spinal cord.

We lack the facilities to provide the specialized care he needs here.

You’ll need to transfer him to a better hospital immediately.”