My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 270

Chapter 270: Power and money can change anyone€™s intention.

Chapter 270: Power and money can change anyone€™s intention.

Two nurses entered in the meantime.

The doctor gave them a few instructions before stepping out.

Ava watched as the nurses prepared to wheel his bed out of the room.

Ava followed closely, her hand gripping Dylan’s firmly.

“I’m right here with you.

Don’t worry.” Dylan chuckled.

“I’m not worried.

But you are.

Relax.

Don’t be stressed.

I’ll be back before you even realize I’m gone.” Her grip tightened around his hand as they moved down the corridor.

The nurses wheeled Dylan into the testing room, the door clicking shut behind them.

Ava’s steps faltered as she stared at the closed door, the worry lingering in her mind.

She wished the tests would come out clean and that the doctor be wrong about his predictions.

Ava made her way to the waiting area.

She settled into a quiet corner, her hands clasped tightly on her lap as her thoughts consumed her.

The noise of the hospital faded into the background, and she remained oblivious to the comings and goings around her.

“Miss€¦” A deep voice broke through her reverie.

Startled, Ava looked up to see a middle-aged man standing in front of her.

It was her father’s assistant.

Surprise flashed in her eyes.

“Mr.

Douglas?” She hadn’t informed anyone about the accident, much less him.

“What are you doing here?

How did you know?” Douglas stood stiffly, his hands clasped in front of him.

“I heard about the incident and came to see you.” Ava panicked when she assumed he had already informed her father about the incident.

“You didn’t tell Papa about this, did you?” she asked quickly.

He shook his head.

“No, I haven’t informed him.

I went to the villa to find you, but the housekeeper told me what happened.

I rushed here immediately; I didn’t stop to call anyone.” Ava breathed, relieved.

“Thank you,” she said softly.

“Papa is still recovering.

I don’t want him to know.

It would only stress him out.” “I understand completely,” Douglas assured her.

After a moment’s silence, he ventured cautiously, “How is Mr.

Brooks?” Ava’s fingers nervously twisted together.

“The doctors say he’ll recover, but€¦” Her voice cracked slightly, and she took a deep breath to steady herself.

“It’s going to take time.

They are running tests now.” Her gaze lingered on the closed door of the room where Dylan had been wheeled in for his tests.

Anxiety pressed against her chest, but she willed herself to stay composed.

Turning her attention back to Douglas, she asked, “You said you went to the villa to find me.

Is there something urgent you need to tell me?” Douglas hesitated.

“Yes, but€¦” He trailed off as though deciding whether to speak his mind.

“What is it, Mr.

Douglas?” Ava pressed gently.

“Please, tell me.

I’m listening.” “This is€¦” His face turned serious, and his tone thickened.

“You should think about joining the company as soon as possible before it’s too late.” He handed her a file.

“Please sign the documents and take the president’s position.” Ava’s eyebrows knitted together as she took the file from him.

She flipped it open briefly, scanning the documents inside, before shutting it with a sigh.

“Why the urgency?” she questioned.

“I still have unfinished work at the Ace Group.

Now, Dylan is injured.

He can’t manage things at the company.

I need to stay by his side and oversee operations until he recovers.

I can’t resign yet.” She extended the file back toward him, her voice calm but resolute.

“Keep these documents safe for now.

I’ll join the company when the time is right-when Dylan is back on his feet.

Besides, Ethan is managing everything well.

Williams Holdings is in capable hands.

There is no need to worry.” Douglas didn’t take the file.

Instead, he grimaced, scratching his head helplessly.

“You don’t understand the severity of the situation.

Mr.

Moss is not the man you think he is.

We underestimated him.

He is a power-hungry mongrel, and he won’t hesitate to seize control the moment he gets the chance.” Ava’s frown deepened.

She felt a surge of indignation at his baseless accusations about Ethan.

However, out of respect for his age and his long-standing service to her father, she restrained herself from responding too harshly.

Still, she couldn’t let his remarks go unchallenged.

“What exactly are you saying, Mr.

Douglas?” she retorted.

“There is no question about Ethan’s loyalty.

We have seen his dedication firsthand over the years.

His hard work has earned him his success.

Don’t reduce it to something as demeaning as ‘power hunger.'” “Aish€¦” He grimaced, frustration flashing across his face.

“You don’t understand.

He is not loyal to anyone but himself.

We all made the mistake of trusting him, but he is far more cunning than you or I ever realized.” Ava’s patience was wearing thin.

She had held her tongue out of courtesy, but she couldn’t tolerate outright slander against someone she trusted.

“Mr.

Douglas, I’ve heard your concerns but let me make this clear: your words won’t shake my faith in Ethan.

I don’t know what has prompted you to speak against him so suddenly, but I won’t allow you to turn me against him.

If you have nothing else to discuss, you can leave.” She thrust the file toward him.

“And take this back.

I’ll step into the position when I’m ready-not because of some unfounded accusations.” Douglas’s eyes flicked to the file, but he made no move to take it.

Instead, his expression turned colder as he responded, “I’m not making baseless claims.

Everything I’ve said is backed by what I’ve discovered recently.

Ethan has been negotiating behind your back, rallying the directors to vote him in as the new president.

He is preparing to seize the position that rightfully belongs to you.” Ava’s breath caught at his words.

For a moment, she searched his face, trying to determine if this was a misguided attempt to push her into action.

“You must be mistaken.

Why would Ethan do something like this?

He has always known the president’s position would be mine.

He even promised to guide me and help me run the company.

Why would he try to take it from me?” “Power and money can change anyone’s intention,” Douglas said solemnly.

“They have a way of corrupting even the most trustworthy individuals.

Families have been torn apart over wealth and inheritance.

And Ethan?

He is an outsider.

An ambitious man like him thinks only of his gain.

His loyalty lies with himself.” Ava’s lips parted to protest, but no words came out, her mind racing between anger, doubt, and loyalty.

Douglas, unfazed by her turmoil, squared his shoulders and continued, “It’s up to you now.

“You can either step up and claim the position that’s rightfully yours, or you can leave it for him to take.

But remember what your father’s wish is.

Don’t let his legacy fall into the wrong hands.” He adjusted his glasses, pushing them higher on the bridge of his nose.

“I hope you will reconsider and make a wise decision.” He was about to leave.

Then, as if struck by a sudden recollection, he paused and turned back to her.

“One more thing,” he added coldly.

“Mr.

Williams has already prepared legal documents to snatch away everything from him.

It’s just a matter of time.

The moment we gather the evidence of his betrayal, he’ll be removed.

And he won’t just lose the position-he’ll leave with nothing.” With those final, pointed words, Douglas turned on his heel and walked away, leaving Ava in stunned silence.