Chapter 268

Dylan stood frozen in place, his piercing gaze following Nathan's retreating figure down the sterile hospital corridor. His brows knitted together, a storm of confusion brewing in his sharp blue eyes.

What the hell just happened?

This tactic had always worked before. Nathan had never brushed him off so coldly—never dismissed him like some insignificant nuisance.

So why now?

A dark suspicion slithered into Dylan’s mind, twisting his handsome features into something far more sinister.

Could Evelyn be the reason?

The thought burned through him, igniting a flicker of frustration in his chest. But then—his lips curled into a slow, calculating smirk as he remembered the damning photos he had just captured.

Pulling his phone from his pocket, he scrolled through the incriminating images, satisfaction coiling in his gut.

Perfect.

Without hesitation, he sent them straight to Evelyn.

Dylan’s smirk deepened, his mind already conjuring up her reaction—whether it would be shock, anger, or something even more delicious.

Whatever it was, it would be…

Entertaining.

Sliding his phone back into his pocket, he turned on his heel and strode into the hospital room.

The moment he entered, Serena’s tear-filled eyes locked onto him, her usual composed facade shattered.

"Dylan," she whispered, her voice trembling. "What am I supposed to do now?"

The raw vulnerability in her tone caught him off guard. He had never seen Serena like this—so fragile, so broken.

"I can feel Nathan pulling away from me," she admitted, her fingers twisting anxiously in the sheets. "He’s different now… colder."

Dylan moved closer, resting a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Don’t worry," he murmured, his voice smooth and controlled.

But he had noticed it too—Nathan’s growing detachment from Serena.

Biting her lip, Serena leaned in, her voice dropping to a desperate whisper. "You’ve seen it too, haven’t you? Nathan and Evelyn… they’re—"

Her breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly as panic clawed at her. "What if he changes his mind about divorcing her? What do I do then?"

Dylan’s expression darkened, a shadow passing over his sharp features. "We need to destroy whatever’s between them," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Before it’s too late."

Serena’s eyes searched his face, desperation etched into every line of her delicate features. "But how?"

Dylan’s lips curved into a chilling smile. "Don’t worry, Serena. I have a plan."