My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

Chapter 471

Esther worried about Felix’s health. Before she fully understood Agatha’s words, she saw Agatha holding a golden needle. In an instant, Agatha pressed it into a pressure point on Bradley’s head.

“Grandma Foster!” Esther exclaimed.

Agatha pulled out the golden needle, her face unchanging as she spoke coldly. “Bradley, you’re lucky I use my hands to heal, not to kill. Remember, I could spill blood, and your death. wouldn’t matter.”

Esther knew Agatha defended her, making her grateful.

“Grandma Foster.”

Agatha softly patted Esther’s shoulder. “Bradley, think you can hurt Esther because she’s an orphan? The Quill family and I are with her now. Touch her, and you will face my anger.”

throbbed with indescribable pain as if a knife were cutting his brain in two. He gritted his

with scorn. “Esther endured much worse pain. when she gave birth in prison. Bradley, from now on, you’ll experience an hour of childbirth pain each day. Only then will

they had died, and heartlessly separated mother

body from the intense pain. The idea that childbirth could be this excruciating for a woman had never

was carrying my children at

told you multiple times that the children were yours, but you never believed

have sent them away if I had known they were my children.” Bradley’s words were sincere.

rejected the idea of raising children that were not his own. He didn’t even want to

never made that decision if he had known they were his own flesh and blood. The blame lay with Esther, not his children.

corporation, you didn’t even consider a DNA test to verify if Esther’s children were yours. In this age of advanced technology, amniocentesis could easily have confirmed the

lay the blame on Esther, using her as a scapegoat whenever

Oliver didn’t retaliate against your corporation. We’re decent people and