Billionaire's Pregnant Ex-wife

Chapter 109

The police finally arrived. Too tired to even move, I stayed in my place. I didn't know how long I'd been seated on the ground until I heard footfalls approaching behind me. Without looking back, I knew it was Grey. I just knew it was him.

“Lily?” His soft voice confirmed my assumption, and he pulled to a stop beside me, kneeling on the ground. I raised my tear-streaked eyes to him and saw panic and fear shining through his hazel-green eyes.

“Is Dylan alright?” The words barely emerged from his lips. He looked at me with a wretched expression on his face. That must have been the same look on my face when I first thought Dylan was gone.

“He's still weak, but Dylan is alright, Grey,” I replied, warm tears flowing down my cheeks in abundance.

Grey slumped beside me. The weight he seemed to carry heavily on his shoulders disappeared as he let go of the breath he wasn't aware he was still holding. His hands covered his face, and he stayed that way for a while.

“Grey?” I called weakly, wondering why he hadn't looked up yet. The sound of my voice made him raise his head, and when he faced me, I saw tears drifting down his cheeks.

“I'm glad he's not harmed,” he whispered. The expression on his face told me he wanted to express how relieved he was, but he couldn't find the words. That's exactly how I felt too at that moment. My heart felt tight with emotions, and there was no word ever created in the dictionary that could describe my feelings right now. If there was a word, it must be ‘indescribable.’

Without another word, Grey pulled me into his arms, with Dylan in between us. The warmth of his embrace comforted my soul more than a thousand words could. I closed my eyes, allowing more tears to gush forth.

Everything I ever wanted in my life was already here… I couldn't wish for more…

Elizabeth's gone… Natalia's gone… Ash is the only one left, but I'll make sure he won't be able to escape the mental institution and harm us. I will never allow him to take away my precious family again. Never.

The sound of hurried footsteps and voices behind me woke me from my deep reverie. “Get up, Lily.” We needed to take Dylan to the hospital to make sure he was alright.

“I don't want to leave him… I want to go with him to the hospital.”

“We have to make our statements first at the police station. It won't take long, I promise. After that, we will go to the hospital,” Grey gently said as he took Dylan in my arms and placed him on the waiting stretcher.

Perhaps I was too tired to speak, so I didn't object and let out a sigh, mumbling, “Okay.” I tried to get up on my own, but I slumped back onto the ground. My legs had no strength in them. It was adrenaline that had kept me courageous and strong all this while, but now that the situation with Ash was over, I felt like a withered plant.

Grey had to help me get to my feet by hooking his strong arms around my waist and pulling me up. He didn't let me go even after I was standing. I didn't object and allowed him to usher me to the door we had come through because I knew that if he let me walk alone, I would fall to the ground.

We passed through the room and just in time saw the police dragging Ash to the door. He was surprisingly still alive even after the amount of blood he had lost, but he was weak and could barely keep his eyes open.

The authorities placed Elizabeth's body in a black bag. Then they picked up Natalia's stiff body from the sofa. They tried to put her inside the body bag, but her body was hard, and they couldn't get her inside without tearing her limbs, so they simply found a white blanket and wrapped her in it.

“You're still bleeding,” an officer noticed the blood on Grey's shirt.

“It's not fatal,” Grey replied.

“It would be if we don't treat it first,” the officer said. “There's medical staff waiting outside. We will treat your wound first, and then we will head to the police station to get your statements.”

We headed out of the house with the officer. A medical staff member immediately attended to Grey's wound after he sat down on a makeshift chair. After cleaning his wound, it was wrapped with a bandage.

I was relieved to discover that Grey's injury wasn't that deep.

When it was over, the officer drove us to the police station. I was too spaced out to recall how we arrived there. The last thing I knew, I was seated in a room, and a female officer started to ask me questions, which I replied to as best as I could. The interview lasted for half an hour, but it felt as though it had been going on for more than a couple of hours.

After giving my statement, the officer offered me a cup of coffee, which I accepted willingly.

The warm cup woke up my sleeping senses. I actually felt much better after taking a sip.

Shortly after, I got out of the room. Grey was already waiting for me. Without wasting any more time, we headed to the hospital using my car, which one of the officers had kindly driven to the police station for us to use.

“I already phoned Sophia and Philip and explained everything to them. They're on their way now. I guess they told your brothers too, and they are with them as well.”

“Thank you for doing that for me…” I told him.

Silence lapsed inside the car until we reached the hospital. Almost seconds after the car skidded to a stop in front of the parking area, I clambered out of the car and made a beeline straight to the information desk. After taking the information I needed, I hurried to Dylan's room.

The sight that greeted me when I entered the room broke my heart. He looked so thin and frail. I grabbed a chair and sat beside him, then took his hand.

“I'll watch over Dylan. You can sleep, Lily,” Grey said gently, his hands on my shoulders.

“No, I want to watch over our son until he wakes up.”

Grey said nothing more. Instead, he grabbed a chair and sat beside me.

“Are you hungry?” he asked, to which I shook my head. After what we’d been through, I was surprisingly not feeling any hunger at all. But maybe tomorrow, when reality finally kicked in, I would realize how hungry and exhausted I was.

Silence lapsed in the room once more.

“We nearly died tonight,” I quietly spoke after a moment of pause.

“You saved us… If it weren't for you, we would have ended up dead,” he replied, looking at me.

“After tonight, I realized something. I don't want to keep the truth anymore.”

“What truth are you talking about, Lily?”

Finally, I lifted my head and looked him straight in the eye.

“You are Isabelle's father.”