My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 300

Chapter 300: Lydia€™s crime was exposed Chapter 300: Lydia€™s crime was exposed All heads turned toward the doorway, where she stood tall, confidence radiating from her every step.

Her presence alone sent a ripple of anticipation through the room.

Beside her, a middle-aged man in a crisp white coat followed.

Dylan’s gaze met Ava’s, a flicker of warmth passing between them.

His lips curled slightly into a small, knowing smile, and she returned it with a reassuring nod before shifting her focus to the directors.

“This,” Ava gestured toward the doctor, “is the physician who has been treating Dylan.

He will tell you exactly how his condition is.” All eyes were glued to the doctor, eager to hear what he would say.

The doctor stepped up and started, “Mr.

Brooks’ injury was severe, but his condition is not as hopeless as it has been made out to be.

Because of the injury in his back, he has this weakness in his legs, but he is not paralyzed.

This condition is temporary.

With the right rehabilitation and treatment, there is a high chance of recovery.

Mr.

Brooks is not incapacitated, nor is he unfit to lead this company.” “If you still have doubts, you can check his reports,” Ava chimed in, holding up a folder.

She then handed the folder to Justin, who swiftly passed the reports along the table.

Silence fell as the directors scanned the pages, their expressions morphing from skepticism to relief.

But Lydia sat numb in her place, her eyes vacant.

Ava’s sharp gaze swept across the room.

“Do you still have doubts?” Heads shook in unison.

The senior-most director, who had been one of the most vocal skeptics, placed the report down with a nod of satisfaction.

“The reports clearly state that he is improving,” he admitted.

His gaze shifted to Dylan.

“Mr.

Brooks is the most capable CEO we’ve ever had.

Under his leadership, this company has thrived.

And with the major project we recently secured, we need his expertise now more than ever.” A chorus of agreement followed.

“Yes, we have no doubts left in our minds.” “We stand with Mr.

Brooks.” “He is the rightful leader of this company.” “But I have objections,” Dylan interrupted, a chilling silence gripping the room.

“I know exactly who turned against me.

And I will not allow traitors to remain in this company.

You aligned yourselves with a murderer, which makes you just as guilty.” A collective shudder ran through the directors who had taken money from Lydia.

Panic flickered in their eyes before one of them-an older man with sweat beading on his forehead-fell to his knees.

“Please, Mr.

Brooks, we beg for your forgiveness,” he pleaded.

“We had no choice!” a woman added desperately, following suit.

“Lydia tricked us.

She showed us false reports and made us believe you were permanently paralyzed.

She deceived us all.” “She bribed us!” another director blurted out.

“She threatened us into handing over our shares.” Dylan’s expression remained impassive, unaffected by their pleas.

“All her shares are now mine,” he declared.

“Her accounts have been seized.

Everything the Brooks family ever gave her has been taken away.

She has nothing left.” He glanced down at Lydia, who remained numb in her place.

Dylan’s piercing eyes locked onto them.

“This company was built on loyalty and integrity.

If you thought you could take it from me through deceit, then you were sorely mistaken.

The police will be here soon.

And all of you will face the consequences.” A wave of despair crashed over the trembling directors.

Some hung their heads in shame, while others darted frantic glances at one another, searching for a way out.

Lydia’s phone rang, piercing the tense air.

Her eyes dropped down to the phone and saw Erica’s name.

With trembling fingers, she swiped to answer, pressing the phone to her ear without uttering a word.

“Mom, please help me,” A desperate, broken voice crackled from the other end.

“Luke has gone crazy.

He is selling me to his friends.” Lydia stiffened, a rising panic clawing at her chest.

But she remained silent, too paralyzed to respond.

“I owe him two billion dollars,” Erica choked out between frantic gasps.

“He wants it back immediately.

If I can’t pay, he’ll send me to the nightclub.

Mom, please!

Help me!” Lydia’s grip on the phone slackened.

The device slipped from her grasp, tumbling onto the floor.

“Hello?

Mom?

Are you listening?” Erica’s voice rang out, filled with terror.

Lydia’s entire body shook.

She pressed a trembling hand over her mouth, trying to stifle her sobs.

Hot tears streamed down her face.

She had lost.

She had ruined everything.

Her vengeful nature had led her down a path of destruction, and now, as she sat there, crushed beneath the weight of her actions, she realized she was powerless.

She had destroyed herself.

Worse, she had destroyed her daughter.

A deep, suffocating despair engulfed her, drowning her in regret.

For the first time in years, Lydia felt truly hopeless.

She had no power, no influence, no wealth to offer.

She couldn’t even save the one person she had claimed to be fighting for.

Ava picked up the phone and said, “Hello?” “Ava?

Where is Mom?

Why did you pick up my mom’s phone?” Erica yelled.

“Don’t shout,” Ava snapped with disdain.

“Your mother isn’t in a position to talk.

She has been exposed.

We have all the evidence of her crimes, and the police are here to take her away.

Soon, they’ll come for you too.” “What did you say?” Beep Ava disconnected the call without replying to her.

She turned to Lydia, who sat frozen in shock, her tear-streaked face devoid of any defiance.

“You wanted to destroy my family,” Ava said with quiet fury.

“But look at yourself.

You didn’t just fail-you ruined yourself.

The Brooks family gave you everything-wealth, power, luxury, security.

But what did you do in return?

You didn’t even spare your own brother’s family.” She sneered contemptuously.

“This is called karma.” Ava pivoted to face the other directors who had betrayed Dylan, now kneeling before him.

“And you-” she pointed at them.

“You were supposed to be loyal to Dylan.

Yet, you turned your back on him the moment you saw an opportunity.

You sided with a criminal, hoping to benefit from her lies.

But where did that get you?” No one dared to look up, their faces pale with shame and regret.

Ava’s lip curled in disgust.

“People like you don’t deserve to work here.” The doors creaked open, and a group of uniformed policemen strode inside.

“Officer, take them away,” Dylan said, gesturing at the kneeling directors.

The policemen moved swiftly, grabbing the kneeling directors by their arms and hauling them to their feet.

Their pleas for mercy faded away as they were dragged out of the room.

When the lead officer approached Lydia, Dylan’s gaze darkened.

“She is the main culprit-the murderer of my parents.

Take her away.” The officer reached down, gripping Lydia’s arm to pull her up.

But suddenly, she shoved his hand away and collapsed onto her knees once more.

Desperation twisted her face as she clutched Dylan’s hands.

“Dylan, please, save Erica.

She is in trouble.

That bastard Luke is forcing her to sell herself to repay his money.

She sobbed.

“I know we wronged you.

But she is your cousin, Dylan.

No matter what, she is still family.

That man will ruin her.

Please€¦ I’m begging you.”