Walking Away While Pregnant: Dear Ex-Husband, I Don't Love You Anymore novel Chapter 187

Chapter 187: Chapter 187

"A breakthrough scientific research result," Dylan said, his expression grave as he looked at Elise, articulating every word with solemn weight. "If those findings were to fall back into their hands, combined with the illicit human experimentation they’ve conducted for years, the consequences would be beyond imagining."

Elise froze in place.

She understood precisely what those words implied. Scientific advancement exists to further human civilization, but every breakthrough is a double-edged sword. Put in the wrong hands, the line between advancing humanity and unleashing a living hell hangs entirely on a single thread.

The only reason George had been so desperate to leave the syndicate and return home was that he knew his genius would be turned into a catastrophe for others if he stayed.

"My brother wanted to return home because he knew our country would protect him—and because he knew his research would only fulfill its true, noble purpose if placed in the right hands," Dylan paused, taking a ragged breath before continuing. "He was cautious. He had a premonition that the syndicate wouldn’t let him leave easily, so he compiled the documentation in advance and set up a timed email delivery system."

"If he and Fleur failed to return home safely within the scheduled timeframe, the email would automatically send to my inbox. Along with the research findings... came his final words."

Elise’s eyelashes fluttered as she spent several silent minutes digesting the staggering weight of his words.

"So... the people who kidnapped me were targeting the email in your hands?"

Dylan closed his eyes in agony. "Yes."

"Elise, I am so sorry. That research could not be allowed to fall into their hands," Dylan opened his eyes, looking directly at her with raw devastation. "I am the one who failed you."

Elise met his gaze, yet her mind involuntarily flashed back to what she had endured in that dark warehouse five years ago... the heavy baseball bat slamming into her pregnant belly, each blow inflicting a lethal, excruciating agony.

Her hand clutched her abdomen as her spine went rigid.

"So they came for the research in your hands..." Elise whispered, her voice barely audible. "It wasn’t because of a business rival seeking revenge... it was because of that research—a breakthrough destined to be a double-edged sword from the moment it was born..."

Tears welled in her eyes, spilling over her cheeks in heavy, endless drops. One drop, two drops... an unstoppable flood.

The truth she had spent over five years pursuing was actually this.

It wasn’t a personal vendetta; it was a global crisis over scientific research.

At this moment, her five years of resentment and hatred felt as heavy as lead—suffocating, paralyzing, and utterly futile.

Was George to blame? Was Dylan?

To guard that research, one sacrificed his life, while the other lost his wife and children...

She lowered her gaze, staring blankly at her clenched fists. Over the years, she had envisioned countless possibilities, but she had never imagined that the truth behind the kidnapping was this cruel.

They weren’t wrong. But what about her? What did she do wrong?

She wasn’t wrong either. So whose fault was it?

There was no answer. In the end, it all dissolved into four cruel words: a twist of fate.

Elise closed her eyes, taking a long, shaky breath. "Where is the research now?" she asked, opening her eyes to look at Dylan.

"Handed over to the state."

"So your brother’s final wish was fulfilled, and his research served its true purpose... right?"

Hearing this, Dylan lowered his head, giving a heavy nod.

"Good... then that means..." Elise’s voice cracked as she pressed a hand against her aching chest. "My daughter... didn’t die completely in vain..."

"The blood and tears brought by this research... I accept it."

Dylan’s breath hitched, a sharp, violent agony tearing through his chest. Before his brother, before his country, and before the world, he had a clear conscience. But toward Elise, he carried a lifetime of unpayable debt and soul-crushing guilt.

Watching her tears fall, Dylan felt as if his heart were being dragged through a shredder, crushed into a bloody mess. He knew Elise and their babies were the most innocent victims of all—forced to endure unfathomable torture and retaliation without knowing why.

Her suffering was irreplaceable, and no truth, no matter how noble, could ever erase the trauma she bore.

"Elise, I am deeply sorry. My brother and I... we both failed you."

Elise listened, nodding slowly as she wiped the tears from her face.

"Things have already reached this point. Saying ’sorry’ won’t change what happened," Elise said, forcing herself to calm down. "Right now, I only want to know one thing: will those people continue to come after you for revenge?"

"It has been dealt with," Dylan said softly. "The research has been handed over to the government. During this trip abroad, Aaron and I coordinated with federal authorities. Although the process was dangerous, the threat has been eliminated. Still, to be safe, you and the children should avoid traveling abroad for the next few years. As long as you remain within the country, you are completely safe."

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