My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 271

Chapter 271: Did he find out about his condition?

Chapter 271: Did he find out about his condition?

Ava sat rooted to the spot, the file clutched tightly in her hands, her heart pounding against her ribcage.

Her mind was a battlefield of emotions: disbelief, anger, fear, and confusion.

Could Ethan truly be capable of such betrayal?

Or was this just a misunderstanding?

Her shoulders sagged as her mind fixated on a single, jarring thought: ‘Papa prepared legal documents.’ “He suspects Ethan’s loyalty,” she murmured in a daze.

Her thoughts swirled in confusion.

When had her father started doubting Ethan?

She had seen them work together for years, her father placing unwavering trust in the man who had stood by him through thick and thin.

What could have possibly shifted that dynamic?

Questions churned in her mind, leaving her restless and uneasy.

‘This must be a precautionary measure,’ she rationalized.

Ava clung to the hope that her father’s actions stemmed not from doubt but from an abundance of caution.

Ever since his heart attack, he had been increasingly protective of her.

Perhaps this was just another attempt to safeguard her future.

“Yes.

It’s not about Ethan’s loyalty.

Papa is just being cautious for my sake.” Ava refused to believe that Ethan would ever think to betray them.

She looked down at the file in her hand and then opened it, her eyes skimming on the content.

She hesitated.

Signing the document and resigning from the Ace Group-it all felt selfish and untimely when Dylan’s well-being was at stake.

Right now, Dylan needed her.

“No,” she murmured, closing the file.

“I can’t do this right now.” “Ava.” Ava’s focus shattered at the sound of a familiar voice.

She glanced up, startled, and found herself meeting Nicholas’s steady gaze.

His presence was unexpected yet oddly comforting amidst the chaos swirling in her mind.

She forced a smile.

“You€¦ you heard the news too.” Nicholas nodded, his sharp eyes quickly scanning her face and then landing on the faint bandage around her neck.

Concern flickered in his expression.

“Are you hurt?” “It’s just scratches,” Ava replied, brushing off his worry with a wave of her hand.

But the heaviness in her heart made it hard to maintain her composure.

Nicholas didn’t seem convinced, but he didn’t press further.

Instead, he lowered himself into the seat beside her.

“How is Dylan?” At his question, the carefully held dam of her emotions threatened to break.

She glanced toward the closed door, her chest tightening.

“He is hurt,” she began softly.

“It’s€¦ it’s serious.

The doctor said he might have difficulty walking.” Her throat constricted, and she swallowed hard, trying to steady herself.

For a moment, she couldn’t bring herself to say more.

“The tests are still ongoing,” she continued after a beat.

“I don’t know what they’ll reveal€¦ I don’t know what’s going to happen.” Her lips pressed together in a thin, quivering line as she fought against the tears welling in her eyes.

She was desperately trying to hold herself together.

Nicholas watched her in silence.

He could see how much she was worried for Dylan, and he felt defeated.

It was undeniable-no matter what Dylan had done to her in the past, Ava’s feelings for him had never wavered.

Her love remained steadfast.

A bittersweet smile tugged at Nicholas’s lips as Dylan’s words echoed in his mind: ‘No matter what happens, Ava will always come back to me.’ How foolish he had been to think he could carve out a space in her heart.

Resentment, love-whatever emotions she harbored-they all revolved around Dylan.

There was no room for anyone else.

“He is a tough guy,” he said quietly, his chest heavy with resignation.

“He’ll pull through this.” Ava nodded.

“Yes, he has to.” Nicholas hesitated before asking, “How did it happen?

Did you see who attacked him?” Anger flickered in her tear-filled eyes as she recalled the incident.

“It was Gianna.

She was hiding in the house.

When she found me alone, she came at me with a knife.

Dylan€¦” Her voice cracked, and she paused to steady herself.

“Dylan stepped in to save me.

That idiot took the knife for me.” The revelation silenced Nicholas completely.

It wasn’t the first time he had heard that Dylan had gone all out to protect Ava.

This man had proven his devotion to her time and time again.

The bond between them was unbreakable.

They couldn’t live without each other.

Nicholas knew, with painful clarity, that it was time to let go.

Ava belonged to Dylan in every way that mattered.

Her quiet sobs broke through his reverie, pulling him back to the moment.

He slid an arm around her shoulders, offering a comforting presence.

“Don’t cry,” he said soothingly.

“You know he cares about you.

How could he let you get hurt?

That’s not who he is.

Now stop crying.” He gently wiped her tears away.

“You don’t look good when you cry.” Ava scowled at him.

“Look at you,” Nicholas teased, undeterred.

“Your eyes are red and puffy.” His finger tapped lightly on her nose, his grin widening.

“And your nose?

Bright red.

If Dylan sees you like this, he might lose interest in you.” Ava couldn’t hold back a small laugh.

She shook her head, amused by Nicholas’s knack for lightening even the tensest moments.

“Maybe it’s better if he does,” she quipped.

“At least then, he wouldn’t keep getting hurt trying to protect me.” Her smile faltered almost instantly, and fresh tears brimmed in her eyes.

She bit her lip, unable to stop the wave of emotion crashing over her.

“Hey, no, don’t€¦” He cupped her face.

“No more tears.” Before he could say more, the door to the testing room creaked open.

A hospital bed was wheeled out, and Dylan lay upon it, his gaze immediately landing on the scene before him.

His expression darkened slightly as he took in the sight of Nicholas holding Ava’s face.

Ava jerked back as if burned, brushing Nicholas’s hands aside with hurried movements.

She sprang to her feet, her heart pounding as she feared he would misunderstand her.

Flustered, she quickly stepped toward Dylan, mustering a smile.

“How was the test?” she managed, her voice tinged with nervous energy.

Dylan’s lips curved into a faint, weary smile.

“Tiring.

I just want to rest now.” He turned his head slightly, signaling the nurses to take him back to his room.

As they began to push the bed away, Dylan’s gaze lingered on Nicholas for a brief moment.

The change in his expression hadn’t gone unnoticed by Ava.

Her stomach churned uneasily as she fidgeted with her fingers. ‘Did he find out about his condition?

Or was he upset by what he saw?

Or was he just exhausted?’ Nicholas cleared his throat, drawing Ava’s attention back to him.

“Are you okay?” Ava shook her head.

“I need to go.” “Go and take care of him.

Call me if you need anything.” She nodded quickly, offering a fleeting glance of gratitude before rushing after the nurses.

Nicholas watched her retreating figure, his hands stuffed into his pockets.

As she disappeared around the corner, he let out a quiet sigh and pulled his phone from his pocket.

Scrolling through his contacts, he tapped on Alex’s name.

The line connected with a faint click.

“Sir,” came Alex’s voice on the other end.

“It’s Gianna,” Nicholas said gravely.

“She is the one who attacked Ava and Dylan.

She is on the run now.

I am sure Dylan’s men are also looking for her along with the police.

I need you to keep an eye on the investigation.

Step in and assist wherever necessary.

I don’t want her slipping through the cracks.” “Understood,” Alex replied without hesitation.