# Chapter 30: The Midnight Escape
Hello everyone, it's me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 30 of "The Untouchable Ex Wife." This chapter takes us on a tense, heart-pounding journey as Renee makes a decision that could change everything. Picture this: hospital corridors, midnight shadows, and a desperate woman determined to protect the man in her care—no matter the cost. Let's dive right in!
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Renee stood at the hospital admissions desk, clutching a stack of documents so tightly her knuckles had turned white. Her mind was racing a thousand miles a minute, but her face remained a calm mask of determination. She had made her decision, and now there was no turning back.
When Doctor David Wilson, Jovan's attending physician, received word of her request, his brows furrowed in genuine confusion and concern. David was not just any doctor—he was one of the most respected and experienced medical professionals in the entire region. His reputation for being both brilliant and compassionate had spread far and wide, which was precisely why Renee and Jovan had sought him out in the first place. Since their arrival in town, he had treated them with warmth and genuine care, and the three had developed a bond that went beyond the typical doctor-patient relationship.
"Joan, why do you suddenly want to transfer Van to another hospital?" David asked, his voice laced with genuine worry as he removed his glasses and polished them, a habit he had when deep in thought. "He's now in the critical period of his recovery. His body is finally responding well to treatment. Moving him now could undo all our progress—the physical and emotional stress alone might set him back weeks."
Renee swallowed hard, struggling to find the right words. "There's a special condition," she said carefully, avoiding his probing gaze, "so we need to leave for a while. When the time is right, we'll come back again."
She couldn't exactly tell David the truth—that she was running from a ghost from her past, a man named Stefan Hunt whose very presence seemed to haunt her every step. That revealing the true reason for her sudden departure would sound paranoid, even to a sympathetic listener.
David readjusted his glasses and leaned forward, his expression growing serious. "If you transfer him to another hospital, you'll be changing his entire medical team. You're aware that every doctor has a different philosophy when it comes to treatment, right? And Van's case is delicate—not hopeless, but delicate. I truly believe that with patient recuperation and a positive mindset, he will slowly improve. Actually, let me go further than that." He paused, letting the weight of his words settle. "I can guarantee he will walk again."
Those words should have brought Renee comfort, but instead, they only deepened her internal turmoil. David wasn't finished yet.
"But if you transfer him and get another doctor," he continued, "I can't guarantee they won't resort to extreme treatments once they see his check-up results. And the consequences of that could be seriously damaging."
Renee's eyes widened. "What is the extreme treatment?"
David set down his pen and looked at her directly. "Injecting muscle regeneration hormones. Or in the worst cases, attempting limb transplants."
"That's impossible! No ordinary doctor would do such things!" Renee's voice rose with disbelief and horror. Such methods sounded like something from a nightmare—barbaric, untested, and utterly irresponsible. The thought of anyone subjecting Jovan's fragile, recovering body to such procedures made her blood run cold.
David twirled his pen between his fingers, watching her carefully. "So you see, Renee, I strongly suggest you not transfer him. You and Van have accepted my treatment methods, we have excellent cooperation, and we're making real progress. You can't give up at such a critical moment. Don't you agree?"
His voice was calm, reasoned, patient. He was trying to persuade her with logic, appealing to her intelligence and concern for Jovan's wellbeing.
Renee's shoulders sagged slightly as the weight of his words hit her. She thought for a long moment, her mind working through the options. Finally, she offered a compromise.
"Doctor Wilson, you're absolutely right. So I won't apply for the transfer. Instead, I'll help discharge him from the hospital. We'll leave for a period and then come back for him to stay here again. Is that possible?"
David looked at her with curious eyes, trying to understand what was driving this sudden urgency. He knew there had to be more to the story than she was letting on, but he also respected her privacy enough not to push too hard.
Jovan's waist injury was nearly healed at this point. His remaining needs were simple: regular physiotherapy sessions and topical ointments for his wounds. These were manageable at home—nothing that required a hospital stay. The important thing was that they wouldn't be cooped up in this facility, practically inviting another encounter with Stefan Hunt.
"All right," David nodded slowly, though his expression remained thoughtful. "That arrangement is acceptable. However, I believe Van should remain hospitalized for at least another week until his waist injury is completely cured. Do you have urgent matters that require such haste?" His kind eyes studied her, seeking understanding.
Renee bit her lip, desperately trying to craft a believable excuse. Her mind scrambled for anything that would satisfy his professional concern without revealing the truth. Finally, she blurted out, "Van and I have difficulty sleeping in beds that aren't ours. We can't rest well here, and that's leaving us both drained and low-spirited. I'm worried that our poor condition will delay his recovery."
It wasn't entirely a lie—the hospital beds were indeed uncomfortable, and the constant anxiety had been keeping them both on edge. But it also wasn't the whole truth.
David sighed, seeing that her mind was made up. "Alright, I'll approve it for the time being, since you've already come to a decision and seem quite determined."
Reluctantly, he signed the discharge papers, his signature scrawling across the page with an air of resignation. He knew when he was fighting a losing battle, and this was one of those moments.
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The clock on the hospital wall ticked steadily toward midnight as Renee rushed through the corridors of their ward. She moved with purpose, gathering belongings hastily and stuffing them into bags with an almost frantic energy. Jovan watched her from his wheelchair, his brow furrowed with confusion and growing concern.
"Darling!" he called out as she practically flew around the room. "Are we running away? Do we have to be in such a hurry?"
Renee barely paused in her movements. "Yes, we're in a hurry."
His confusion only deepened. He could see the hospital clock—it was midnight, the witching hour when most reasonable people were tucked safely in their beds. What could possibly be so urgent that they needed to leave in the dead of night? Were they planning to catch a last bus? Did they even have transportation at this hour?
Renee closed the door behind her and pushed Jovan's wheelchair toward the elevator, her head constantly swiveling left and right in a manner most peculiar. She moved like a thief in the night, peering around corners and checking shadows. If anyone had seen her, they would have thought she was escaping a crime scene.
And perhaps, in a way, she was.
Jovan watched her suspicious behavior with mounting curiosity. Most people were asleep at this hour. The hallways were empty, the nurses at their stations were dozing, and the dim emergency lights cast long shadows across the polished floor. She was right that their chances of running into anyone they didn't want to see were at their absolute lowest.
But that still didn't answer his question.
"Can you tell me why you're in such a hurry?" Jovan pressed, his voice gentle but persistent. He wheeled himself to a stop, forcing Renee to pause in her tracks.
She looked down at him, her eyes reflecting a mix of exhaustion, determination, and something else—something that looked remarkably like fear.
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The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, and Renee pushed Jovan inside. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as they descended toward the ground floor, both lost in their own thoughts. Jovan kept glancing up at Renee, trying to read the emotions playing across her face. He knew her well enough to recognize when something was deeply wrong. Whatever drove her to this rushed midnight departure was no trivial matter.
As the elevator continued its descent, Renee's heart pounded in her chest. Every second felt precious, every moment an opportunity for their plans to be discovered. She had escaped Stefan twice now—once in her old life and once more in this new existence she had built for herself and Jovan. She refused to let him catch up with them again. Not now, not when they were so close to a new beginning.
The street outside was empty and still under the silver moonlight. A taxi idled at the curb—a fortunate stroke of planning on Renee's part. She had arranged everything with precision, ensuring they would have transportation ready the moment they stepped outside.
She settled Jovan into the back seat, folding his wheelchair and placing it in the trunk, then slid in beside him. As the taxi pulled away from the hospital, Renee allowed herself a small breath of relief.
They had made it out. At least for tonight, they were safe.
But even as the hospital doors disappeared from view in the rearview mirror, Renee couldn't shake the feeling that their escape was far from complete. The night was still young, and Stefan Hunt was still out there, searching.
The game was far from over.
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# Reader's Impressions & Star Rating
This chapter had my heart racing! Renee's desperation was palpable, and I couldn't help but admire her fierce determination to protect Jovan at all costs. The scene with Doctor David Wilson showcased her struggle beautifully—she had to balance credibility, medical wisdom, and her own urgent need for escape without revealing too much. The midnight departure was pure cinematic tension! I also appreciated how the author wove in David's warnings about extreme treatments, which hints at darker possibilities in the medical world around Jovan. Renee's sneakiness and anxiety at the hospital was so visible that it made me feel nervous right along with her. The chapter keeps us on the edge, showing Renee's protective instincts while also building anticipation for what (or who) might come next.
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 4.7 / 5 Stars
# Next Chapter Prediction
Stay on the edge of your seat! I predict that Renee and Jovan's midnight escape will face an unexpected obstacle just as they believe they're safe. Perhaps Stefan will have anticipated their move and set watch at their new destination, or he'll intercept them before dawn breaks. There's also the possibility that Doctor David Wilson will uncover the true reason behind their hasty departure and become entangled in their web of secrecy—for better or for worse. Will Jovan discover the real threat? Will Renee finally confront her unresolved feelings about Stefan? The next chapter promises revelations, danger, and high emotional stakes!
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