My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley)

Chapter 95

Clark said, "Mr. Bradley, I'd like to take care of Esther if she does have selective amnesia."

Upon hearing that, Felix volunteered as well. "I can do it too."

Clark reached out and gently stroked Felix's head, saying in a warm voice, "Mr. Felix, before you take care of someone else, you need to take care of yourself."

"I..." Felix paused for a moment, then softly said, "I think I can leave the hospital now too."

Clark casually suggested, "Esther is Ms. Anstey's sister. I think she'll be happy knowing that Esther has woken up. How about discussing with Ms. Anstey to bring Esther back to the estate? I believe that her m

Bradley rubbed his slightly throbbing temples with his long fingers as he said, "Let's wait for the results of the

psychological evaluation."

Clark agreed. "Alright, we'll follow the doctor's advice."

The waiting time felt long and difficult.

Felix's little face was filled with worries. When the nurse saw

that he was done with the IV, she also removed the needle

from his hand.

Clark held Felix's hand, pressed a cotton ball against the needle site, and carefully prevented any bleeding.

After some time, the door to the doctor's office opened.

Esther ran happily to Felix and reached out to hug him. "Felix, the doctor said Mommy can leave the hospital!"

Felix asked eagerly, his eyes full of excitement, "Really?"

"Yeap!" Esther held Felix's hand and said softly, "I really hate hospitals!"

Felix agreed with her. "Mommy, I don't like hospitals either."

"Felix, let's go back to the ward first," Bradley interrupted their mother-and-son interaction.

Felix held Esther's hand and said in a cute manner, "Mommy, let's go back to the ward and wait for Daddy to complete the discharge procedures." "Okay!"

Felix and Esther walked away from Bradley's sight holding hands.

Just by looking at their figures from behind, Bradley felt an unprecedented sense of joy. His gaze softened at that moment, becoming incredibly gentle.

"Are you both family members of Ms. Quill?" asked the psychologist.

Bradley instantly switched to his domineering CEO mode and replied coldly, "Yes."

"Please come into the office so we can have a detailed discussion."

Clark and Bradley entered the psychologist's office.

Bradley immediately sensed the psychologist's

professionalism as he entered the counseling room. The room was

arranged in a comforting manner, with soft and calming music playing in the background. The atmosphere naturally induced a sense of relaxation, casing the tension in one's

nerves.