My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley)

Chapter 76

“When I took Mr. Felix to see Esther today, the doctor said that she has lost her will to live.

“You and Esther are both children I watched growing up. I don’t know what kind of life Esther had in

prison these past five years, but I know that if she still had a trace of attachment to this world, she

wouldn’t have lost her will to live.”

Clark handed Bradley her secret crush diary, placing it on his desk.

“This is a diary she wrote before. I happened to come across it while tidying her things. Perhaps the

man mentioned in the diary can awaken her will to live.”

After saying that, Clark pondered for a moment and said in a low voice, “I don’t believe Esther would

harm Mr. Thomas. Perhaps there were other conspiracies in the case from years ago that we haven’t

discovered. Mr. Bradley, even if you don’t love Esther, please spare her for the sake of her saving you

and giving birth to Tinkerbell and Pixie for you.”

Clark left the study after conveying his thoughts.

Bradley looked at the diary in front of him. The diary had a girly pink cover with a pattern of golden and

pink clouds, beautifully layered and intertwined. Esther’s handwritten words with a fountain. pen were

on the beautiful cover-“Secret Love Diary”.

Bradley reached out and picked up the notebook. After a deep gaze at the words “Secret Love Diary”,

he silently threw it into the drawer.

He had no interest in Esther’s infatuation from her youth. He did not need anyone else to awaken NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

Esther. Her life belonged to him. Unless he wanted her dead, no one, including the Grim Reaper, could

take her life from his hands.

After a deep glance at the closed drawer, Bradley suddenly stood up and left the study, heading

straight to Esther’s ward.

There was a new caregiver in Esther’s ward. When the caregiver saw Bradley, she was startled and

stammered, “Mr. Warner.”

“Who are you?” asked Bradley.

The caregiver quickly explained, “I’m the caregiver Mr. Johnston requested for Ms. Quill.”

“Go out first.”

The caregiver did not care what Bradley wanted to do. She did not want to stay with him, so she quickly

fled the ward and stood at a distance, waiting at the door.

Esther’s hospital ward was ordinary, devoid of flowers or plants, and was eerily empty. The air was

filled with the strong smell of disinfectant.

Still unconscious, Esther lay quietly on the hospital bed, under the soft and cloud-like blanket. Her long

hair was spread out, and her pale lips lacked any trace of color.

Bradley looked at Esther, who resembled a dead person, and his heart cleriched. A sharp pain spread

through his body from his heart, causing his vision to momentarily flicker into darkness.

Bradley instinctively held onto the railing of the hospital ward, his tall figure enveloping Esther as if they

were embracing intimately.

“Esther, this is my final warning. If you dare to die, I’ll kill your Pixie to keep you company!” Bradley

warned through gritted teeth, but Esther remained motionless and showed no response.

She was alive, but there was no difference from being dead.

In that instant, Bradley thought of Felix’s innocent words and, as if possessed, lowered himself to press

his thin lips against Esther’s…