My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 293

Chapter 293: Dylan is crippled?

Chapter 293: Dylan is crippled?

Dylan fell silent, his mind a mess of questions and doubts.

The information was new, increasing his confusion.

‘Erica tampered with my father’s car,’ he mused, ‘and my parents got into Thomas’s car.’ The more he thought, the more perplexed he grew.

“You can never trust Erica and Lydia,” she warned.

“They are selfish.

Manipulative.

If anyone stands in their way, they eliminate them-without hesitation.” Dylan looked back at her, his tone turning colder.

“Do you know why Erica tampered with my father’s car?” Gianna shook her head.

“I don’t know for sure.

Maybe they wanted to kill him€¦ maybe they planned to take over the company.

I have no idea.” She desperately clasped his hand and pleaded, “I’ve told you everything I know.

Please-have mercy.

Don’t hand me over to the cops.” Dylan pulled his hand away, his expression unreadable.

‘Mercy?

She expects mercy from me?’ He had only saved her life for this very moment-to dig out the truth.

Now that she had served her purpose, he had no reason to keep her around.

“Take her away,” he commanded.

The guards hauled her out of the room.

“No, Dylan, please €“ you can’t do this to me,” she screamed, thrashing against their grip.

“Dylan, I told you everything!

Don’t do this!” Her cries faded into the distance.

Dylan sat in silence as the weight of the truth bore down on him.

His chest ached, not just from rage but from the unbearable sting of betrayal.

Across from him, Justin stood still, his expression grim.

The revelation had left him reeling from shock.

He had always known Lydia and Erica were schemers, but to conspire against their own family was beyond his imagination.

Dylan had spent years blaming Thomas, carrying hatred in his heart.

But in reality, his own trusted people were behind the accident.

Justin’s heart ached as he watched Dylan’s troubled look.

He sympathized with him, but he couldn’t fathom the enormity of his pain.

“My parents loved her,” Dylan’s voice finally broke the tense silence, hoarse and laced with agony.

“We loved her.

I treated her like my own sister.

We gave them everything.

Why would they plan to hurt my parents?” His lips curled bitterly as he couldn’t understand the depths of their greed.

Justin exhaled sharply, gathering his thoughts before responding.

“They want power.

They want to control everything the Brooks have.

Didn’t you hear what Gianna said?

They’ve been planning this for years-waiting for the right moment to take everything away from you.” Dylan’s head throbbed as conflicting thoughts swirled in his mind.

The fresh information made him think from a different perspective.

Had they always intended to kill his parents?

Or was Thomas the real target?

“Maybe it was never about Thomas at all,” he murmured, his voice distant.

“Maybe€¦ it was always a ploy to kill my parents and shift the blame onto him.” “That’s very possible,” Justin said.

He hesitated before adding, “And if that’s the case, they won’t stop now.

They won’t stop until they take everything from you.” Dylan’s fingers trembled against the armrests, his entire body taut with rage.

A storm brewed within him, fury twisting through his veins like wildfire.

Erica and Lydia had ruined him once before.

In his past life, they had led him down a path of vengeance, blinding him with lies, and making him believe Thomas was responsible for his parents’ deaths.

And in his blind hatred, he had hurt the only woman he had ever loved.

But this time, he wouldn’t let them destroy his life.

His teeth ground together, his eyes darkening with a lethal glint.

“I’ll not spare them,” he vowed.

“They will pay for everything.

I’ll snatch everything from them.

And then€¦ Slowly, painfully-I’ll destroy them completely.” Justin watched him, unwavering.

He had stood beside Dylan through thick and thin, but tonight, he could see a shift-a sharper, more dangerous determination settling in his boss’s gaze.

“What are your orders?” Justin asked, his stance rigid.

Dylan exhaled sharply, forcing himself to push aside his fury.

Revenge would come, but first, he needed to secure his ground.

“For now, focus on the upcoming bidding,” he instructed.

“I don’t want any more surprises.” Justin gave a curt nod.

“Understood.” Dylan wheeled himself out of the room, Justin trailing behind.

When Dylan finally arrived home, he found Ava sitting curled up on the sofa, her expression tense with worry.

The moment she saw him, she rose to her feet and hurried toward him.

“You’re back,” she murmured, searching his face anxiously.

“Why did you take so long?” “You haven’t rested?

I told you not to wait for me.” His voice came out sharper than intended.

Ava’s lips pressed into a pout as if she was wronged.

“You left in such a hurry€¦ how could I rest peacefully?

So many bad thoughts kept running through my mind.

I was restless the whole time.” His irritation softened at her words.

She had stayed up for him.

Worried for him.

Reaching out, he took her hand.

“Come here.

Sorry for making you worry.

Actually, Gianna has been found.” A mix of astonishment and relief flashed across her face.

“She has finally been caught?” Dylan nodded.

“Yes.

She has been handed over to the authorities.

This time, there is no way she’ll escape.

She is going to face the punishment she deserves.” Ava let out a small breath, tension draining from her shoulders.

“That’s€¦ a relief.” Dylan managed a smile.

“I am tired.

Take me to the bedroom.” Ava nodded.

“I can finally have a peaceful sleep,” she chirped as she wheeled him into the bedroom.

~~~~~~~~~~ Lydia received information that Dylan hadn’t gone to the office lately.

“Word is that his spine is severely injured,” the man continued on the phone.

“He may never walk again.” “What?” Lydia was stunned.

She had never known Dylan’s condition was this serious.

“Are you certain?” “Yes.

He has kept it a secret from everyone,” the man said.

“No one in the company knows the severity of his condition.

They believe he is simply recuperating at home.” Lydia’s lips curled into a slow, knowing smirk.

She leaned back on the sofa, looking at her manicured fingers.

“I see€¦ That’s quite the revelation.” Dylan, the ever-mighty and untouchable, had been reduced to this?

A man bound to a wheelchair, hiding his weakness like a wounded animal.

She let the information settle in.

A calculated glint flashed in her eyes.

“Find out everything about his medical condition.

I want the doctor’s name, the reports, and the treatments he is going through.

And€¦” She paused, her voice turning cold.

“Arrange a meeting with the directors.

It’s time I take action.” Ending the call, Lydia tossed her phone onto the desk and chuckled quietly.

“So, Dylan has fallen.” She still held fifteen percent of the company’s shares-far from Dylan’s majority control, but that could change.

With the right pressure and the right persuasion, those weak shareholders would surrender their stakes to her.

If Dylan was truly crippled, then it was only a matter of time before she took everything he had.

She chuckled.

“Fate is really on my side.

Poor Dylan.

I’ve nothing against you, but I can’t let you control me.”