My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 336

Chapter 336: He is your brother.

Chapter 336: He is your brother.

Elijah said nothing.

He couldn’t.

The weight of his sins pressed down on him like a crushing force, his chest tightening.

He finally understood the pain he had inflicted-the suffering he had caused.

“And this,” Nicholas pointed at the scattered documents on the floor, “I’ll take the properties from you anyway.

But I am not as cruel as you.

Since we share the bond of father and son, I won’t let you die on the streets.

I’ll send you abroad and make sure you have enough money to survive.

But don’t expect me to forgive Luke.” Elijah’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, his gaze pleading.

As if Nicholas read his mind, he said, “Don’t worry.

I won’t send Luke to prison.

He’ll stay in that safe house.

Forever.” Elijah felt a shiver crawl up his spine.

He had convinced himself that Nicholas didn’t know where Luke was being hidden.

He had thought of negotiating with Nicholas tonight and asking him for forgiveness.

His words sent a chill down Elijah’s spine.

He had clung to the belief that Nicholas hadn’t found out where he had kept Luke.

But he had also prepared a backup.

His men were already under orders: if this meeting failed, they were to extract Luke and move him somewhere Nicholas could never find him.

Yet, as he looked at Nicholas now-at the unshakable confidence in his stance, Elijah felt his stomach twist.

He realized Nicholas had one step ahead of him.

“Don’t hurt him,” Elijah pleaded.

His throat went dry, his palms damp with sweat.

“I’ll do anything you say.

Just€¦ just don’t hurt him.

He is your brother.” “He never considered me his brother,” Nicholas hissed.

“Why should I?

Why do you expect me to forgive him, who tried to kill me?” Elijah realized that there was no changing Nicholas’s mind.

This was his doing.

His failure.

The consequences of the choices he had made so long ago had finally come crashing down, and there was no escaping them now.

“Will you ever forgive me?” A faint hope flickered in his eyes.

“Will you ever call me father?” “I don’t have a father,” Nicholas replied without hesitation.

“And forgiveness?

That’s not something you should be asking me for.

If you want forgiveness, ask my mother.

If you can bring her back-if you can make her forgive you-then maybe I will, too.” He turned on his heels and left the house, leaving Elijah to deal with his guilt alone.

Nicholas’s mood turned sour, his heart aching.

His steps were slow, heavy, as if an invisible weight dragged behind him.

The confrontation with Elijah should have felt like a victory.

He had avenged his mother.

He had taken back everything that was stolen from them.

He had won.

But the pain still lingered as raw as ever.

He reached his car and slid into the driver’s seat, exhaling sharply.

His hands gripped the steering wheel for a brief second before he let go, dropping his head against the back of the seat.

He squeezed his eyes shut, but that only made it worse.

“Why does it still hurt?

Why am I not happy?” The sudden vibration of his phone startled Nicholas, snapping him out of his spiral of grief.

He reached into his pocket and checked his phone, surprised to see Dylan’s name flashing on the screen.

It had been nearly six months since his surgery.

In all that time, they hadn’t spoken.

No calls.

No messages.

Dylan’s sudden phone call brought some warmth to him, chasing the pain away a bit.

Blinking his tears away, he answered the call, “Hello?” “I know you are back,” Dylan’s deep voice came through.

“Why don’t you come and have dinner with us?

Ava wants to meet you.” His words brought a smile to his face.

“Okay, I’ll be there,” he said, rubbing a hand over his face, pushing away the remnants of his earlier anguish.

“Promise me to serve something good.” “You’ll never forget this dinner in your lifetime,” Dylan said cryptically.

“Come soon.” And just like that-the line went dead.

“Huh?” Nicholas pulled the phone away from his ear, staring at the screen, stunned.

“What the hell does that mean?” His mind raced, trying to decipher Dylan’s words.

A surprise?

A prank?

He shook his head, chuckling to himself.

“Alright, Dylan.

Let’s see what you’ve got in store for me tonight.” He started the engine, heading straight for Dylan’s place.

His heart didn’t feel quite as heavy anymore.

Several minutes later€¦ Nicholas pulled up to the grand Brooks family mansion.

He was excited with the prospect of meeting Ava after so many days.

With anticipation brimming in his heart, he stepped out of the car and straightened his coat.

He strode up to the entrance and pressed the doorbell.

A couple of minutes later, the door pulled open.

Nicholas’s expression remained neutral at first, but the moment his eyes landed on the woman standing before him, his entire body froze.

The woman before him smiled warmly, her expression open and welcoming.

But Nicholas wasn’t looking at her smile-he was staring at her with utter astonishment.

Her eyes, her features €“ all reminded him of Ava.

She looked like her.

Nicholas felt as though he was staring at a few years younger Ava.

A strange sensation stirred inside him, his heartbeat faltering for just a second.

“You are€¦” His voice trailed off, his mind struggling to grasp what he was seeing.

The woman’s smile didn’t waver.

“I am Myra,” she introduced herself.

“You must be the guest Ava and Dylan mentioned.” There was a glimmer of excitement in her eyes, as if she had been expecting him.

Nicholas, however, was still trying to process everything.

‘Who is she?

Why does she look so much like Ava?

Am I hallucinating?’ His mind raced with questions, but before he could voice them, Myra gracefully stepped aside, motioning him in.

“Please come in.” Nicholas hesitated for a moment before finally stepping across the threshold.

His eyes instinctively scanned the room, searching for familiar faces.

But to his surprise, there was no sign of Ava or Dylan.

“Where is everyone?” He turned back to Myra, confusion flickering in his gaze.

Dylan had clearly invited him for dinner-so where the hell was he?

What kind of game was he playing?

“Oh, they have gone to buy some ice creams,” Myra replied casually.

“They will be back soon.

Why don’t you sit down?” Nicholas was dazed.

There was something about her.

The warmth in her voice, the brightness in her eyes, the way she moved-it all felt uncomfortably familiar.

His mind knew it wasn’t Ava, yet his heart stirred.

He felt drawn to her as if an invisible force was pulling him toward her.

As he sank into the couch, he tried to ignore the pull, forcing himself to look anywhere but at her.

Yet, his eyes still drifted toward her, studying her silently.

The way she smiled and the way she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear €“ made her seem both graceful and irresistibly vibrant, and he found himself gazing at her yet again.

“Have some water.” Her voice snapped him from his trance.

She held out a glass of water to him.

Nicholas’s fingers brushed with hers as he took the glass.

A jolt ran up his arm.

A strange, unfamiliar flutter spread through his chest.

Quickly, he turned away and took a long sip, hoping the cool water would drown the unwelcome feeling.

He kept drinking, not stopping until the glass was empty.