My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 323

Chapter 323: Someone is backing her up.

Chapter 323: Someone is backing her up.

The next day€¦ Dylan stirred awake.

His gaze fell upon Ava, who lay nestled beside him, sleeping peacefully.

A tender smile curved his lips.

He couldn’t resist leaning in, pressing a featherlight kiss to her cheek.

Ava murmured in her sleep, her arm instinctively wrapping around his waist.

But she didn’t wake up.

Dylan chuckled quietly, brushing a few stray strands of hair from her face and tucking them behind her ear.

His fingertips lingered, trailing down to her parted lips.

Just as he leaned closer, ready to claim a kiss, his phone buzzed on the nightstand.

It was Justin.

“Why is he calling at this time?” He gently got out of bed, careful not to wake Ava.

He reached for the wheelchair, easing into it with practiced movements.

Once in the hallway, he answered the call.

“Hello.” “Sir-bad news.” Justin’s voice was taut with urgency.

“Lydia fled last night.” “Damn it.

How the hell did that happen?” Dylan growled.

“Someone helped her escape.

It was a woman.

The frustrating part is we couldn’t get a clear look at her face.

They knocked out the guard and slipped past the cameras like ghosts.” “A woman?” His mind raced, connecting the dots.

There was only one person reckless enough to pull off such a stunt.

“Who else could it be?” Dylan muttered.

“It’s Erica.

She took her mother away.” The faint hum of Dylan’s voice outside stirred Ava from her sleep.

Blinking away the haze of dreams, she stretched and realized her husband wasn’t beside her.

Frowning, she pushed back the covers and padded barefoot toward the door.

She found him by the balustrade, the phone pressing against his ear.

“She is not alone.

Someone is backing her up.

I want everything-every detail-on my desk.

Fast.” Ava’s brows furrowed further.

Dylan only spoke like this unless something serious had happened.

Heart skipping, she stepped closer.

“What is going on?” she asked softly, tilting her head to catch his eyes.

“What made you so angry this early?” Dylan breathed a long sigh.

“I’ll call you back.” He ended the call and turned to face her, his dark gaze simmering with frustration.

“It’s about Lydia.

She ran away from the hospital.” “Ran away?” Ava repeated, stunned.

He gave a curt nod, nostrils flaring.

“Someone snuck in disguised as a nurse, drugged the guard, and got her out.

I’m sure it’s Erica.” The muscles in his jaw twitched as he continued, “But she didn’t do it alone.

Someone is pulling the strings.

I’ll find them.

Once their support system collapses, they’ll have nowhere to run.

They’ll surrender-whether they want to or not.” As she listened to him, her mind raced to find who could help them.

Then, like a flash of lightning, the memory struck-a scene from a restaurant.

She recalled seeing Lydia with a middle-aged man.

“That man from the restaurant!” Ava blurted, her eyes moving up to meet his.

“Lydia seemed really close to him.

He might be the one who helped her.” Dylan narrowed his eyes as he tried to remember the incident.

But he failed to recall it.

“What, man?” “The one she had dinner with.

Remember?

I showed you the photos.” Dylan shook his head, still unable to remember it.

“I’m sorry.

I can’t recall that.” “Wait a minute.

I still have those photos.” She spun on her heel and hurried back into the bedroom, snatching her phone from the nightstand.

Her fingers flew across the screen as she scrolled through her gallery.

Moments later, she returned, kneeling in front of Dylan.

“Take a look.” She held up the phone to show him the photograph.

“Lydia and that man.” She zoomed in, the image sharpening to reveal Lydia’s hand clasped in the man’s across the table.

“See?” Ava pointed at the screen.

“The way they are holding hands€¦ the way he is smiling at her.

It’s obvious they share more than casual acquaintances.

It’s clear they like each other.

He could be the one pulling the strings.” Dylan took the phone from Ava, his expression darkening as he studied the image.

He recalled the incident a few months ago, his accidental encounter with Ava in that restaurant.

At the time, she had shown him the photograph and asked him if he had known that man.

But he had failed to recognize him.

Now, looking at the photo again, something sparked in his mind.

The fog of forgetfulness lifted, revealing a long-buried memory.

“It’s…

I know him,” he murmured, still dazed.

“Mr.

Blair.

He used to visit the Brooks mansion when I was a kid.

One of my dad’s old friends.” His voice grew deeper.

“Back then, he was just a real estate agent, but he struck gold with land deals.

Now, he owns a massive real estate firm.” Ava nodded, his words sinking in.

“If he is that influential and close to Lydia, he is definitely the one supporting her.” Dylan’s muscles ticked with restrained fury.

“No doubt about it.

He is the puppet master behind the scenes.

But not for long.

It’s time to bring him down.” His face was all steel and determination.

The next minute, his expression changed, worry clouding his eyes.

He reached for Ava’s hand, gripping it tightly.

“Things are getting risky.

You should stay home.

I am afraid they will hurt you.” Ava parted her lips to protest, but Dylan cut her off.

“You are pregnant.

I can’t risk anything happening to you or our baby.

Work from home.

Avoid the office unless it’s absolutely necessary.” He held her shoulders, his gaze pleading.

“They hurt you once.

And they won’t hesitate to try again.

Please€¦ stay safe for me.” Ava inhaled deeply, her earlier defiance melting away.

She couldn’t ignore the danger outside.

She wouldn’t fall into trouble and hurt her baby.

“Alright,” she relented, nodding slowly.

“I’ll work from home.

But promise me one thing: you’ll stay safe, too.

Don’t get hurt again.” He smiled reassuringly.

“As long as you are safe, I am safe.” He cupped her face gently, his thumb brushing her cheek.

Leaning down, he pressed a lingering kiss to her brow.

Ava closed her eyes, savoring the feeling.