Aww Seven Exes Begged Cute Blocked novel Chapter 17

**A Promise Written on the Rusted Edge of Time by Dael Rowan Sire**
**Chapter 17**

Dylan fell ill. A fierce fever took hold of him, and before long, he found himself admitted to the hospital.

The news reached me through my manager, her voice tinged with concern. “The motel guy mentioned that boy was burning up, completely out of it,” she relayed, her brow furrowing as she spoke.

“Kept mumbling some name over and over,” she added, her eyes narrowing as if she was trying to decipher a puzzle.

“Ivy, was he saying your name?” The question hung heavy in the air, a weight I was reluctant to lift.

I remained silent, my heart thumping in my chest, the sound echoing in my ears.

“Maybe you should go see him?” she ventured tentatively, her tone softening. “I mean, you two went to school together, right?”

“No.” I continued to wipe down coffee cups, my movements mechanical. But inside, my hands trembled slightly, betraying my calm facade.

My manager exhaled a long, drawn-out sigh. “You kids and your drama,” she muttered, shaking her head as if she could dismiss the situation with a simple gesture.

“Don’t wait until it’s too late to fix things,” she warned, her voice carrying a hint of urgency.

Too late? I thought bitterly. I wasn’t the one who should be burdened with regrets.

That night, sleep eluded me. I lay in bed, tossing and turning, haunted by memories of Dylan running into that relentless rain, just as I had done.

But the difference was glaring. He had chosen that path for himself. I had been driven by circumstances beyond my control.

The following day, a figure appeared at the door of the café. It was Dylan’s mother, and she looked utterly worn down. Her eyes, red and puffy, spoke of sleepless nights and endless worry.

As soon as she laid eyes on me, her composure crumbled, and tears streamed down her cheeks.

“Ivy, honey, I finally found you.” Her voice trembled with desperation as she reached out, longing for a connection.

I instinctively took a step back, creating a chasm between us. “Mrs. Carter,” I said, my tone polite yet distant.

Her arms fell to her sides, and her face twisted in sorrow. “Ivy, where the hell have you been? I’ve been going crazy looking for you.”

“Dylan too. The kid’s been acting like a lunatic,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

“He’s falling apart over this,” she said, her voice breaking with emotion.

I chose silence, feeling the weight of her words but unwilling to engage.

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