My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley)

Chapter 73

The cardiac surgeon did not hide his intentions from Bradley and responded honestly, “Mr. Warner, I’ve

heard that Ms. Quill’s condition is particularly poor, and there are many patients in our department in

urgent need of a heart transplant, so I thought if Ms. Quill-”

“Get out right now!” Bradley heard the cardiac surgeon’s words and grabbed his white coat to forcefully

push him out of the ward.

“Heart donation requires the consent of the patient and their family.” Bradley’s eyes turned cold, and his

expression was menacing. “As Esther’s husband, I’m telling you that I don’t agree to donate her heart

to anyone. You don’t need to use arguments about benefiting other patients to blackmail me morally.

Leave.”

Seeing the situation, the cardiac surgeon did not linger outside the ward and quickly left the floor where

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In fact, he understood that Bradley was right.

Org an donation was based on fairness, openness, and transparency. If they, as doctors, disregarded

medical ethics and went against the wishes of the parties involved, what was the difference between

their actions and murder?

Bradley gently closed the door and walked slowly to the bedside. Felix was tightly pressed against

Esther, his little arms hugging her tightly. It was a warm and beautiful scene.

Felix was Bradley’s son, and he knew better than anyone that Felix, although seemingly well- behaved

and cute, was not easy to open up. Since he was little, he slept in a baby crib and later stayed in the

hospital.

At least Bradley had never seen Felix and Liliane sleep together so intimately. Anyone who saw Felix

sleeping with Esther like this would feel ripples in their hearts.

There was a time when Bradley wished more than anyone for Esther to die. It was as if only her death

could quell his anger. Now… Bradley, more than anyone else, wanted her to stay alive. Only if Esther

stayed alive could he learn from her mouth why Tinke rbell was his daughter.

Bradley was not a promiscuous person. Unlike other wealthy heirs of prestigious families, he did not

play around with different women. He could not tolerate the ways of a womanizer.

In Bradley’s memory, he had never shared a bed with Esther, so he did not understand why she

became pregnant with his child.

Of course, Bradley had never sowed his seeds outside, either. He knew better than anyone that he

could only find out from Esther to unravel the mystery of Tinke rbell’s birth.

Felix, who was sleeping in Esther’s arms, woke up peacefully. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked at

Bradley standing by the bedside. He instantly called out in fear, “Daddy.”

Felix was terrified, and his voice trembled softly. He had come to Esther secretly because he feared his

father would scold his mother.

No! He was a little man! He absolutely would not allow anyone to scold his mother, not even his

father.

“It was me who wanted to come to… Mom-” Felix stopped himself just in time, reluctantly calling out,

“The pretty woman!”

Bradley reached out and picked up Felix from Esther’s embrace. His voice turned cold as he asked,

“Did Grandpaw Clark bring you here?