My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

Chapter 927 Time passed, and Bradley tried to move his stiff wrists. He felt thirsty, and his body was getting tight.

"Hey," Bradley called out softly.

Only the echo of his voice lingered in the vast warehouse, reminiscent of the resonance of a mountain peak's bell ringing in the valley.

As time ticked by, Bradley gradually acclimated to the darkness. An anxious feeling crept over him despite observing the warehouse and smelling its medicinal scent.

He glanced at his wristwatch and realized it had been a full four hours since he woke up—four hours without water, food, or conversation.

the silent warehouse. It was his hunger pangs. il Bradley's once composed demeanor changed. His irritation turned

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into the warehouse, the faint sound of the wheelchair's wheels

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about it, it didn't affect her

that she saw Bradley,

not who you think I am." Bradley said sarcastically. "You think changing

know who pulled off your grandfather's oxygen supply. Foolish enough to send a woman carrying

you're still this foolish?" Bradley seethed. "Esther, until when do you plan to keep me here?" "That's up to you, Bradley." Esther stared directly into