My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 275

Chapter 275: Erica€™s nervousness Chapter 275: Erica€™s nervousness Erica and Lydia arrived at the hospital after hearing the attack on Dylan.

As Lydia turned off the car engine, she reached for the door handle, ready to step out.

But Erica quickly grabbed her arm, halting her.

“Mom, wait.” Lydia frowned, irritation flickering across her face.

“What now?” Erica glanced nervously at the imposing hospital building before them.

The butler was also getting treatment there.

She hesitated to go in.

“The butler€¦he is here too,” Erica said anxiously.

“What if he wakes up?

Should we really leave things like this?” Lydia’s expression shifted to one of disdain, her patience wearing thin.

She let out an exasperated sigh.

“That man is in a coma, Erica,” she said sharply.

“The doctor made it clear-his brain suffered severe damage.

At his age, the chances of recovery are slim to none.

And even if, by some miracle, he regains consciousness, he’s likely to lose his memory.” Erica still looked unconvinced.

“But what if he doesn’t?

What if he remembers everything and exposes us?” Her voice wavered, betraying the fear gnawing at her.

“If he can’t recover, why not€¦just end it?

Why waste money keeping him alive?” “We can’t afford to be reckless,” Lydia snapped, a mix of frustration and caution flashing in her eyes.

“I’m not paying for his treatment; the family’s fund covers it.

But more importantly, we need to keep a low profile.

If we do anything rash, people will start asking questions.” “But Mom€¦what if he wakes up?” Erica pressed, and her fear was evident.

“Listen to me,” Lydia said firmly.

She reached out, gently clasping Erica’s hands.

“He is in a coma.

We don’t even know if he’ll ever wake up.

Why rush to do something drastic now?

Let’s wait.

If, by some chance, he regains consciousness, we’ll deal with it then.

Lydia’s grip on Erica’s hands tightened, her voice cold and deliberate.

“Remember, Erica,” she added.

“The slightest misstep could ruin everything.

Patience is key.

For now, stop fixating on him.

We’re here to see Dylan, not to draw attention to ourselves.

Keep calm, and for heaven’s sake, don’t say or do anything that could cause suspicion.

Let’s go.” Lydia opened the car door, stepping out gracefully.

She adjusted her coat and glanced at the hospital entrance as she walked in, her posture confident and composed.

Still seated, Erica ground her teeth, her frustration bubbling beneath the surface.

‘Why don’t you just die already?’ she thought bitterly.

With a resigned sigh, she pushed the car door open and followed Lydia toward the hospital.

Lydia led the way, her presence commanding, while Erica trailed slightly behind, her thoughts darker than ever as they approached Dylan’s room.

When Lydia and Erica entered the room, they found Dylan lying on the bed, his face pale but composed.

The room was eerily quiet, with no sign of Ava.

“Oh, my dear.” Lydia approached him with a look of worry on her face.

“I was so scared when I heard what happened.

How did this happen?

Why wasn’t there any security at the farmhouse?” Dylan’s jaw tightened imperceptibly as he listened.

He had chosen the secluded farmhouse for some privacy with Ava and hadn’t thought of taking the bodyguards along.

The farmhouse had been locked up for so long.

Other than the caregiver who went there occasionally, no one entered.

Who would have thought that such an incident would happen?

He regretted not having security stationed outside the house.

She pressed on.

“Have the police caught the burglar yet?” Dylan looked up at her, meeting her gaze with quiet intensity.

He had deliberately kept the truth hidden-the fact that Gianna was the one who had attacked them.

He wasn’t ready to reveal it, not until he was certain of Lydia and Erica’s involvement.

He couldn’t understand what she was hiding under that façade of concern.

Keeping his face neutral, he sighed deeply, letting a note of helplessness creep into his voice.

“Not yet,” he said dejectedly.

Erica’s phone buzzed in her hand, pulling her attention away from the conversation.

She instinctively glanced down at the screen and saw a message.

The sender’s name froze her in place.

Gianna.

It had been weeks since Erica had last heard from her, and this sudden message sent an uneasy jolt through her.

She hesitated, her thumb hovering over the notification.

Finally, she tapped it, opening the message.

‘Erica, save me, please.

I wanted to kill Ava, but I accidentally hurt Dylan.

Now Dylan’s men and the cops are after me.

They will catch me.

Please help me get out of the country.

I swear I’ll never show up again.

Help me this time.

I’m begging you.’ Erica’s breath caught in her throat as she read the words.

Her fingers trembled slightly, her grip on the phone tightening as if to steady herself.

‘It was actually Gianna who had attacked Dylan?’ her mind screamed with panic.

Her face drained of color as panic took hold.

If Dylan or Lydia discovered the truth, if anyone connected the dots back to her, she was finished.

The room around her seemed to blur, the sounds of her mother’s voice fading into the background.

“What a shame,” Lydia muttered contemptuously, oblivious to Erica’s tension.

“Someone managed to sneak into the house, injure you, and just vanish into thin air.

And yet the cops haven’t found this burglar?” Dylan studied her intently, his gaze unyielding.

Her words, though casual, held no sign of deeper knowledge or guilt.

It reinforced his belief that she was genuinely unaware of Gianna’s involvement.

“Even if the cops can’t locate the attacker, my security team will.

It’s only a matter of time.” As he spoke, his eyes drifted toward Erica.

Her flushed face and the sweat glistening on her forehead didn’t go unnoticed by him.

His gaze moved to Erica fleetingly and caught her flustered look, sweat beads clinging to her forehead.

‘She knows something.

She might be in touch with Gianna, ‘ he thought, his suspicion growing into conviction.

“Let’s not dwell on that,” Lydia said smoothly, waving her hand dismissively.

“Whoever it was will be dealt with soon enough.

My concern right now is your health.” Dylan’s attention shifted back to Erica, his tone pointed as he asked, “Erica, what’s wrong?

You look pale.

Are you feeling unwell?” “Me?” Erica stiffened.

“What can happen to me.” She laughed nervously, wiping the sweat beads from her forehead.

“I am fine.” Dylan wasn’t convinced.

“Are you sure?

If you’re feeling off, you should see a doctor.” “No, no, I am absolutely fine,” she replied, her words tumbling out too quickly.

“I was just wondering€¦ why are you all alone here?

Where’s Ava?

Shouldn’t she be with you?” Dylan’s face remained unreadable.

“She has gone to talk to the doctor.”  Before the conversation could continue, Lydia cleared her throat, stepping forward to steer it away.

“Speaking of doctors, what did they say about your condition?” “They told me to rest,” Dylan answered curtly, his tone dismissive.

He straightened slightly against the pillows, not willing to continue the conversation.

“Can you leave now?

I want to sleep.” “Of course, we’ll let you rest.

Come on, Erica.” Lydia turned and walked out of the room, pulling Erica along with her.

As they stepped out, Dylan’s sharp gaze followed them.

He was certain now-Erica was hiding something.