My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 295

Chapter 295: The shocking revelation Chapter 295: The shocking revelation At the mention of Erica’s name, Dylan’s expression darkened.

His playful demeanor vanished, replaced by a storm of cold, simmering fury.

His grip on the phone tightened slightly.

“She deserves far worse than whatever Luke is planning.” He would punish her for sure, but he wanted to see what the Bakers would do to her.

“Even if she begs me, I won’t help her,” he added fiercely.

“I want to see her suffer.” “Let’s not spoil the mood by talking about her.” Ava raised her glass, grinning.

“It’s time for celebration.

Finally, we defeated our enemies.” Dylan met her gaze, the tension in his expression melting away.

He raised his own glass, a slow smile spreading across his lips.

“Let’s celebrate.” They sipped their drinks and continued eating.

The sharp ring of Dylan’s phone shattered the calm.

His brows furrowed as he glanced at the screen.

A call from the hospital.

Dylan’s expression turned serious.

“I need to take this call.” Pressing the green button, he brought the phone to his ear.

“Hello?” A female voice on the other end spoke urgently.

“Mr.

Brooks, the butler has woken up.

But his condition is unstable.

He wants to see you urgently.” “I’m coming,” he said without hesitation.

“Take care of him until I get there.” Dylan ended the call and glanced up at Ava.

“I need to go to the hospital.

The butler is awake.” Without missing a beat, Ava stood up.

“I’ll come with you.” She moved behind his wheelchair, her hands steady as she gripped the handles, guiding him toward the door.

~~~~~ Several minutes later, they arrived at the hospital.

The butler lay there, his face pallid, his body thin and weak beneath the weight of the wires and tubes keeping him alive.

An oxygen mask covered half of his face, his breath coming in slow, shallow pulls.

The nurse, who had just finished administering an injection, turned to them with a solemn expression.

“Mr.

Brooks, I’m the one who called you,” she said softly.

“His condition is critical, but he insisted on speaking with you.

He said it was urgent.” “Thank you.

I’ll talk to him.” Dylan moved in closer to the bed.

Leaning forward, he called out gently, “Can you hear me?

It’s Dylan.” Hearing his voice, the butler moved slightly.

Then, with great effort, his eyelids fluttered open.

His gaze, weak but intent, found Dylan’s.

His lips parted, barely forming the name.

“Dylan€¦” With a trembling hand, he reached out.

Dylan grasped his hand.

“I’m here.

What do you need to tell me?” The butler’s chest heaved as he struggled for air.

Each breath was a battle, but he forced the words out.

“Listen to me €“ Mr.

and Mrs.

Brooks€¦ their accident€¦” He gasped, his fingers tightening around Dylan’s.

“It was Erica and Lydia,” he managed to say.

Dylan’s body went rigid.

“What do you mean?” The beeping of the machine became faster as his pulse rate increased.

A tortured wheeze left the old man’s lips.

His body trembled, but he pushed through the pain.

“Erica€¦ she stole money from the family safe€¦ Mrs.

Brooks caught her€¦ confronted her€¦” With his broken voice, the butler narrated everything he had heard that day.

He swallowed painfully.

“Lydia€¦ she tampered with Mr.

Williams’ car, wanting to kill him.

But because of Erica’s meddling€¦ your parents took that car instead.” His breath hitched, his voice fading.

“They€¦ killed your parents.

Not Mr.

Williams.” The machines began beeping erratically.

The butler’s body convulsed, his eyes rolling back as his breath grew ragged.

The nurse rushed forward, calling for help, but Dylan remained frozen, his mind reeling with the truth that had just been spoken.

Betrayal.

Deception.

Murder.

The weight of it crushed him as the nurse’s frantic voice rang in the background.

“We’re losing him!” The door burst open as a doctor rushed in, his expression grim.

He quickly assessed the butler.

Within seconds, his face darkened.

“The patient is sinking.

Please step outside.” Ava immediately grabbed the wheelchair’s handles, pushing Dylan out of the room as the medical team swarmed around the frail old man.

Dylan sat still, his mind a storm of emotions.

His breath came in shallow, uneven pulls as the weight of the butler’s confession crushed him.

He had thought many things, but he had never anticipated this.

Erica.

Lydia.

The two people he had trusted, the ones who had lived under his roof, had been the true murderers all along.

And he had been blind.

He had been their pawn.

Ava’s heart ached as she watched the torment play across his face.

She knelt beside him.

“He’ll pull through.

Don’t lose hope.” Dylan’s eyes were clouded with emotions too heavy to name.

For so long, he had hated her father €“ blamed Thomas Williams for the cruel loss of his parents.

He had sought revenge and hurt Ava in ways he could never take back, all in the name of a lie.

All the while, the real murderers had been right beside him, enjoying the wealth and privileges of the very family they had destroyed.

“They killed my parents,” Dylan whispered with anguish.

“But they manipulated me into believing it was Thomas.

I trusted them-trusted the murderers of my parents.” He gritted his teeth, clenching his fists on the armrests.

“They lived in my home, dined at my table, pretended to mourn alongside me.

And I let them.

How could I not see through their deceit sooner?” Ava reached out, placing a steadying hand on his shoulder.

“They tampered with the evidence.

They wanted you to hate my father, to shift the blame away from them.

But the truth can’t stay buried forever.

Now we know.

That’s what matters.” Dylan inhaled sharply, then exhaled, trying to steady the rage brewing inside him.

Slowly, he reached for Ava’s hands.

“They wronged our parents.

Because of them, we both suffered for years.” His voice dropped to a deadly calm.

“But not anymore.

I won’t let them get away with this.” “Together, we will defeat them,” she said firmly, her fingers tightening around his.

In the meantime, the door creaked open, and both Dylan and Ava snapped their heads toward it, their hearts pounding with anticipation.

The doctor stepped out, his expression calm yet weary.

“The patient is stable now,” the doctor said, a faint smile easing the tension on his face.

“But he is still very weak.

Any stress could be harmful to him.” “He must not die,” Dylan said firmly.

“Do whatever it takes to save him.” The doctor nodded in understanding.

“Given his age, the recovery process will be slow.

But it’s already a miracle that he woke up and remembered everything.

The worst is behind us now-he will recover.

You just need to be patient.” “Thank you, doctor.” Relief flickered in Dylan’s chest, and he exchanged a glance with Ava.

The doctor gave a small nod before walking away, leaving the two of them standing in the hallway.

Ava placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“We should leave now,” she murmured.

“The staff will take good care of him.” Dylan hesitated for a moment, his gaze drifting back toward the closed door.

He sat in silence for a moment, his mind replaying the butler’s damning words.

Erica and Lydia had pushed him down the stairs-deliberately, mercilessly-to silence him.

To bury the truth forever.

If they discovered he was awake, there was no doubt they would try to silence him again.

His jaw tightened.

He wouldn’t let them.