My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

How could he worry about Esther? He was the one, more than anyone else in this world, who wished for Esther to atone for her sins with death.

Scott looked at Bradley in astonishment, surprised by his quick denial. Was it true that he was not worried, or was he turning a blind eye to the truth?

“Mr. Warner, then I still suggest that you observe it. If your heart continues to ache, I recommend that you be admitted to the hospital for a comprehensive examination,” said Scott.

Bradley’s indifferent gaze swept across the various trophies, certificates, and banners in Scott’s office, raising doubts in his mind about whether Scott’s medical skills were truly as brilliant as stated in his resume.

“No need.” Bradley refused coldly. He underwent regular medical checkups every year, and his heart had never had any problems.

He thought that it might be due to the recent events involving Felix that he was feeling so mentally strained, and that must be the cause of his discomfort.

(B d l e y) stood up and walked out of the cardiac surgery office.

Bradley’s departing figure and could not help but wipe the cold sweat off his forehead, wondering if

to call Wilson back to remind him not to act

called Wilson.

explaining the specific situation before he finally informed the nurse to arrange for

to Esther’s room with

pushed open the door,

Bouquets adorned the space, carefully arranged in crystal vases that were casually scattered around. A row of hydrangeas swayed gently on the ward’s

replaced by a delicate floral fragrance that lingered in the

the hospital

flowing water coming from the bathroom, so he walked to the bathroom

“Esther?”

Bradley’s voice, the caregiver pushed Esther out