My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 299

Chapter 299: The doubts and questions Chapter 299: The doubts and questions Nina’s words drew the attention of the other directors, some of whom nodded in agreement.

But there were others who had been swayed by Lydia’s influence, and they began to speak up.

“Miss Lydia is right,” one director chimed in.

“We can’t afford to have a weak, incapacitated man running the company.

It’s time for a change.” “That’s right,” another director added.

“A person with such a physical condition can’t manage the pressure of leading.

We accept Miss Lydia’s proposal.

It’s the right move.” The room shifted as the division between those loyal to Lydia and those loyal to Dylan became evident.

Lydia stood tall, her lips curling into a subtle smile of satisfaction.

She believed no one could stop her from taking control.

And then, the unmistakable voice rang out, cutting through the tension like a blade.

“You can’t accept me as the CEO because of my health condition, but you’re willing to accept a criminal as your leader?

What a joke?” All heads snapped toward the door and saw Dylan.

His presence filled the room, his eyes cold with resolve.

Behind him, Justin pushed the wheelchair with steady hands.

Nina’s heart gave a relieved beat as she saw him.

A quiet smile formed on her lips.

However, Lydia’s smug confidence evaporated as she watched Dylan approach, her face draining of color.

The murmurs of disbelief rippled through the room.

Her plan had just been shattered.

“What do you mean by that?” Lydia snapped defiantly.

“Who are you calling me a criminal?” Dylan’s gaze remained steady, piercing through her facade.

“You know exactly what I mean, Lydia,” he hissed with cold fury.

“Stop pretending to be innocent.” “What nonsense are you spouting?” Lydia spat.

The directors exchanged uncertain glances, murmurs rippling through the room like an incoming storm.

“I have proof of your dirty deeds,” Dylan growled.

He gave Justin a small nod, signaling him to present the evidence.

“What evidence?” Lydia panicked, her eyes darting between Dylan and Justin.

“You conspired with the doctor to kill Thomas,” Dylan grunted.

“Mathew has already confessed.” Justin held up his phone and played a recording.

Mathew Fisher’s confession rang out.

He detailed how Lydia had bribed him to tamper with Thomas’s treatment, ensuring his demise.

Lydia’s breath hitched.

“That’s not true!” she shrieked, lunging forward, her hand reaching for Justin’s phone.

But he swiftly stepped back, keeping it out of her grasp.

“This is fake,” she barked, her voice shrill with desperation.

“You fabricated the audio!” Dylan ignored her outburst.

“This isn’t the only crime you’ve committed.

You and your daughter tried to kill the butler, pushing him down the stairs.” A collective gasp echoed across the room.

Shocked murmurs filled the space as the directors turned to one another, processing the bombshell revelation.

Some looked at Lydia in disbelief, while others recoiled, horror etched on their faces.

Lydia stood frozen as the weight of Dylan’s accusations crashed down on her like a tidal wave.

“The butler already revealed everything to me,” Dylan added.

Lydia sagged into the chair.

The revelation struck her like a thunderbolt, making it hard to breathe.

She had been so focused on seizing control of the company that she had failed to realize the butler had regained consciousness.

How long had he been awake?

How much had he told Dylan?

Panic crawled under her skin.

If the butler had come out of the coma, there was no doubt he had spoken of the dark secret she had buried for years.

She understood she couldn’t escape this time.

She was exposed and defeated.

Dylan rolled his wheelchair closer, his eyes burning with fury.

“Now, will you tell us why you tried to kill him?

Or shall I reveal it myself?” Lydia’s lips quivered as she struggled to keep her emotions in check.

Guilt gnawed at her insides, twisting into regret.

She had spent years justifying her actions, convincing herself that she had done what was necessary.

But now, under the weight of Dylan’s accusations and the judging eyes around her, she could no longer hide behind her lies.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“I never meant to hurt your parents€¦ I never did€¦” She trailed off as the words died in her throat.

Dylan’s rage exploded.

“You killed my parents and hid it for all these years!” he roared.

“To cover up your crime, you tampered with the evidence and manipulated me into believing that Thomas was responsible for the accident.

You lied to me!

You made me hate the wrong person!” His whole body trembled with raw emotion.

A thick silence blanketed the room.

The directors sat frozen, their eyes wide with shock.

Lydia opened her mouth to speak, to defend herself, but no words came.

She had spent years weaving a web of deceit, and now it had unraveled before everyone’s eyes.

Nothing would cover her crimes now.

“My parents took you and your daughter in when you divorced your gambler husband,” Dylan continued bitterly.

“They even repaid his debts to ensure he never disturbed you.

They supported you at every step and treated Erica like their own child.

And how did you repay them?

With betrayal?” “Dylan€¦” Lydia finally found her voice.

She stood up and forced herself to meet his piercing gaze.

Her legs gave out, and she collapsed onto her knees before him, her hands clutching at the hem of his coat, tears brimming in her eyes.

“That was a mistake €“ Erica did that out of stupidity.

She never intended to hurt them.” A broken sob tore from her throat.

“And I-I loved my brother.

Why would I ever want to harm him?

It was just€¦” “It was what?” Dylan snapped, shoving her away.

Lydia fell back, her body curling inward in shame and guilt.

Tears streamed down her face, but they held no power to wash away the weight of her sins.

Dylan’s breath came out heavy with barely contained rage.

“Whether it was reckless or premeditated, my parents are dead.

And nothing-not your excuses, not your tears-will bring them back.

But you didn’t stop there.

To hide your crime, you kept doing several crimes.

You tried to kill Thomas, and when the butler uncovered your secrets, you tried to silence him too.” His piercing gaze swept over the people around the table.

“Tell me, do you still want a murderer to lead this company?” A suffocating silence filled the boardroom.

No one dared to move, let alone speak.

The very people who had sided with Lydia, now sat frozen under Dylan’s merciless scrutiny.

Shame draped over them like a heavy curtain.

Their gazes fell to the table, some shifting uncomfortably in their seats, others clenching their hands in regret.

“She doesn’t deserve to be here,” Nina voiced confidently.

“Her only place is jail.” “But it doesn’t prove you can lead the company, given your physical condition,” a senior director objected.

“The CEO carries a lot of responsibilities.

I am afraid you won’t be able to handle the workload.

We should find a suitable candidate.” “Who said Dylan can’t handle the position?” A tense silence gripped the boardroom as Ava’s voice rang with unwavering authority.