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.

Bradley's once composed demeanor changed.

warehouse

the faint sound of the wheelchair's wheels against the

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just watched her sweet

it, it didn't affect her joyful

she saw Bradley, however, she

said sarcastically. "You think changing your name can..."

Bradley? "Back then, you were foolish enough not to know who pulled

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