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 the ward was located.

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 Tinkerbell 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 Tinkerbell'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?