My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 310

Chapter 310: Why do you need my help?

Chapter 310: Why do you need my help?

Ethan’s throat felt parched.

The hair on his nape stood on end as Lydia’s words sank in.

He had almost forgotten about those damn recordings.

But now, he realized he was still trapped in the web of his past.

Escaping wouldn’t be as easy as he had anticipated.

Frustration twisted inside him.

“Why do you need my help?” he ground out.

“You have no idea what kind of situation I’m in.

The Williams family has already disowned me.

I don’t work at Williams Holdings anymore.

I’m a nobody.

How the hell do you expect me to help you?

Why not reach out to your dear friend, Mr.

Blair?

Isn’t he rich and influential?” “Do you think I haven’t tried?” Lydia’s frustration was evident in her biting tone.

“But he refused to help me.” Ethan sneered.

So, that was it.

She had exhausted all her options, and now, in sheer desperation, she had turned to him.

He regained his confidence, his initial apprehension vanishing.

Lydia was weak.

Vulnerable.

She was completely alone-no power, no allies.

Just a criminal rotting behind bars.

She was clinging to the last remnants of control, but Ethan saw an opportunity-an opportunity to erase her from the equation entirely.

A small sum of money in the right hands could end her game in prison permanently.

No one would ever have to know.

But first, he needed to figure out what she was up to.

“What do you want from me?” he asked, curious.

A sly chuckle came from Lydia.

“Now you’re talking.

Listen carefully.

I have some cash hidden in a private club, locked away in my secret locker.

I need you to go there and retrieve it for me.” She paused briefly.

“Wait.

I’ll send you the password.” A moment later, Ethan’s phone buzzed with a new message.

His eyes flicked to the screen, where he saw the address of the private club, followed by a six-digit code-the password of her account.

Ethan’s lips curled into a slow, calculating smirk.

Lydia had no idea she was sealing her own fate.

Her sharp voice rang through the phone again.

“Don’t even think about double-crossing me,” she warned.

“Or I’ll hand over the recordings to the cops.” “Stop threatening me if you really want me to help you,” Ethan snapped.

“Alright, alright.

Just get the money and bring it to me.” The call ended with that.

Ethan stood still for a moment.

His fingers curled around the phone, nearly crushing it in his grip.

Ethan clasped the phone tightly.

“Lydia,” he muttered, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached.

“You really think you can control me?

You’re dead wrong.

I’m not your puppet anymore.” His fury burned in his veins as he stormed out.

He yanked open the car door and slid into the driver’s seat.

Without wasting another second, he started the engine and sped toward the address Lydia had sent him.

~~~~~~ Alex entered the office with a grim expression, his posture tense as he placed a file on the table.

“The test results are out,” he said in a grave tone.

Nicholas had been anxiously awaiting the news.

His eyes gleamed with a mix of curiosity and anticipation.

“Did you check it?” Alex gave a curt nod.

“I checked it myself and spoke with the doctor.

The liquid inside the vial contained a highly poisonous toxin-one that induces a fatal heart attack.

But the worst part?

It’s completely undetectable once administered.” Nicholas stiffened, Ava’s words flashing through his mind.

She had been right all along.

“So, Thomas was poisoned,” he muttered, his fingers tightening around the edges of the file.

He flipped the file open, scanning the report with sharp eyes.

His expression hardened as he took in the undeniable truth.

“The fingerprints matched with Ethan,” Alex revealed solemnly.

“Ethan€¦” Rage surged through him.

“How heartless can you be?

The man who treated you like his own son, and this is how you repay him?” “What is your order?” Alex asked, ready to carry out his instructions.

Nicholas thought for a while.

He needed to be strategic.

Since the toxin left no trace in Thomas’s body, proving foul play would be nearly impossible.

But one thing was certain-Ethan had attempted murder.

“Find out the source of this poison.

I want to know who supplied it and how it got into Ethan’s hands.” He paused, then added coldly, “As for Ethan, he will definitely try to get away.

Make sure he doesn’t escape.” Alex’s expression darkened further.

He had already gathered intel-Ethan had contacted a broker to sell his house and liquidate his assets.

It was clear he was preparing to flee.

But Alex chose to keep this information from Nicholas.

With the surgery only two days away, nothing mattered more than his health.

Stress was the last thing Nicholas needed right now.

“Understood,” he said curtly.

Nicholas closed the file and handed it back.

“Send this to Ava.

Let her see for herself what kind of snake Ethan truly is.” “I’ll deliver it personally,” Alex assured him.

“You need to stop worrying about all of this.

Let me handle everything.

Today, you’re getting admitted to the hospital,” he reminded him gently.

“It’s only two days until the surgery.” “I know.” Nicholas clenched and unclenched his jaw.

His time to disappear had finally come.

“Everything has been arranged.

Our security team will be on standby at the hospital.

The jet is ready whenever we need it.” Nicholas barely nodded, his thoughts drifting elsewhere.

He had made peace with what was coming, but there was one thing he couldn’t ignore before vanishing into surgery.

“I want to see Ava.” Alex hesitated.

“You need to rest before the surgery.” “I will.” Nicholas’s tone was firm.

“I just need to see her once.” Alex studied him for a moment before sighing.

He knew there was no arguing with him.

“Alright.

I’ll let her know.” With that, Alex turned and exited, leaving Nicholas staring at the empty space ahead.

A bitter chuckle escaped Nicholas’s lips.

“I don’t know when I’ll return.

I don’t even know if I’ll make it through the surgery.

If I don’t€¦ this will be our last meeting.” His gaze drifted to the floor, vacant and lost in thought.

“I believe you’ve found your happiness with Dylan.

I’m happy for you, truly.” His eyes crinkled as he smiled.

“It’s just€¦ I can’t help but feel a little disappointed.

In the end, I wasn’t the one you loved.” He reached for the drawer beside him and pulled it open.

Inside, nestled in the velvet lining of a small box, was a ring-one that had never found its intended finger.

He flipped open the lid and plucked the ring from the case, rolling it between his fingers.

“It seems this ring will never find its owner,” he murmured.