My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 268

Chapter 268: Dylan€™s serious condition (Part €“ 2) Chapter 268: Dylan€™s serious condition (Part €“ 2) The weight of his words crashed down on her like a tidal wave.

Ava froze, her body trembling as her mind struggled to process the severity of the situation.

The doctor offered a sympathetic look.

“I’ll handle the paperwork for the transfer.

We’ll do everything we can to ensure he’s stable for the journey.” He walked away, leaving Ava standing there, her legs feeling like they might give out beneath her.

She gripped the wall for support, her vision blurring with fresh tears.

Ava inhaled deeply, willing herself to steady her trembling hands.

“I need to stay strong and handle this situation.

He needs me.” She clenched her fists, pushing down the fear threatening to consume her.

Her fingers moved swiftly to dial Justin’s number.

The ringing seemed to stretch on forever before his familiar voice finally came through.

“Justin, I need help,” she said urgently.

“Dylan was stabbed.” She forced herself to recount everything the doctor had told her.

There was a brief pause on the other end before Justin’s steady voice responded.

“Okay.

Don’t panic.

I’ll take care of everything.

I’ll arrange for his transfer to the city hospital right away.” “Thank you, Justin,” she whispered.

~~~~~~~~~~ Dylan was rushed to the City Hospital, where a team of well-equipped doctors immediately began their work.

The tense hours of surgery finally passed, but Dylan remained unconscious.

Ava came to meet the senior doctor, his expression composed but serious as he checked the reports in front of him.

Her heart leaped into her throat as she waited for him to speak.

“His vitals are stable now,” the doctor began.

“There is no nerve damage, which is a relief.

However, there has been tissue damage.

He may face difficulties moving his legs for a while.

Recovery will take time, and he’ll need to use a wheelchair until his mobility returns fully.” Ava couldn’t stop her tears from falling.

She knew Dylan’s pride-his strength, his independence.

The thought of him confined to a wheelchair, even temporarily, was unbearable.

“Mrs.

Brooks, don’t lose hope,” the doctor assured her.

“His condition is curable.

Stem cell therapy will aid in regenerating the damaged tissue.

He has every chance of making a full recovery.

What he needs most is time and your support.” Ava took a deep, shaky breath, forcing herself to steady her emotions.

“Money isn’t an issue.

Just do everything you can to heal him.

I want to see him walk again.” “He will.

We’ll ensure he gets the best care.” Ava breathed deeply, her shoulders sagging.

“Can I see him?” she asked slowly.

“He might have been moved to the room by now, I guess,” he said.

“If not, wait for some time.

Once he is in the room, you can be with him.” “Thank you, doctor.” Ava came out of the chamber, her legs threatening to buckle beneath her.

Her mind replayed the doctor’s words.

The idea of Dylan, always so strong and confident, bound to a wheelchair, twisted her heart.

‘He is alive.

That’s what matters,’ she reminded herself.

But deep down, she worried how Dylan would handle this.

She knew this would be a hard blow for him to accept.

She turned toward the hallway leading to the patient rooms.

Justin hurried over to her.

“He is in the room 305,” he informed.

“You can see him.” Ava smiled faintly and took a step to go to the room.

“He is still unconscious,” Justin added quickly, halting her mid-step.

His eyes studied her carefully, concern etched in every word.

After a brief pause, he asked, “What did the doctor say?

Is he going to be fine?” Ava swallowed hard, her throat constricting with emotion.

“He’ll be fine.

He has to be…” Her words faltered, and her gaze dropped to the floor as her emotions overwhelmed her.

Justin hesitated, his expression growing more serious.

“There is one more thing I need to tell you.” Ava stiffened, sensing the gravity in his tone.

Her heart sank further as she wondered what else had happened.

She turned to him.

“What is it?” “The butler is injured,” he said hesitantly.

“His condition is serious.

He fell from the stairs and is now in a coma.” “What?” Ava’s eyes widened in shock, her hand instinctively covering her mouth.

“When did that happen, and how did he fall?” It felt as if a storm of misfortune had descended upon them.

“I talked to the other servants,” Justin explained.

“But none of them saw how he fell.

All they know is that Lydia and Erica were standing at the top of the stairs while the butler was lying injured at the base.

No one could tell me exactly what happened.” Ava frowned, processing his words.

“Do you think Lydia and Erica can hurt him?” Justin asked skeptically.

Ava’s mind was too messed up to think anything straight.

Her focus was centered on Dylan.

“Honestly, I don’t know.

Erica and Lydia€¦ they are both manipulative and dangerous.

They have done worse.

But why would they go after the butler?

What could they possibly have against him?

It doesn’t make sense.

Maybe it was just an accident.” She paused, staring ahead, lost in thought.

“Only he can tell us what happened.” Her tone softened as she thought of the butler.

“We need to know the truth.

He has worked for this family for so long.

He deserves to be treated well, no matter what.” Justin nodded, straightening his back.

“I’ll make sure of it.” Ava gave a tight nod in return.

“I’ll be with Dylan.

Just…

let me know if you hear anything about Gianna.” With that, Ava walked away, her steps as heavy as her heart.

Pushing open the door, she stepped into the room, her breath catching at the sight of him.

Dylan lay face down on the hospital bed, motionless, his back bandaged where the knife had pierced him.

Ava’s chest tightened, tears welling in her eyes as she moved closer.

The sight of him like this was unbearable.

“You fool.

Why did you do that?

Do you want me to live with this guilt forever?” Her gaze lingered on the bandage, the reminder of his selfless act.

The doctor’s words haunted her: ‘He may have difficulty walking for a while…’ How would he handle it?

The proud, resilient Dylan she knew would hate being confined to a wheelchair.

She sank into the chair beside his bed, her fingers trembling as she reached out to brush the stray locks from his forehead.

“Wake up, Dylan.

Talk to me.

I’m scared, and I don’t know what to do without you.” Her tears spilled over as she leaned forward, resting her head on the edge of the bed.

Her gaze locked on his face, searching for any sign of movement.

She willed him to wake up, to open his eyes and tell her everything would be okay.

But exhaustion pulled her down like a heavy tide.

Her eyelids grew heavier with each passing moment.

Her breaths evened out as sleep claimed her, her hand resting lightly on his arm.