My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley) novel Chapter 165

Chapter 165 

Billy’s words successfully caught Esther’s attention. She reluctantly opened the car door and sat in the back seat, avoiding engaging in conversation with him. 

Glancing at Esther through the rearview mirror, Billy noticed how different she looked from her mother, Faye. Perhaps it was because Esther resembled her biological father more. Billy believed that he had fulfilled his duty over the years, treating Esther neither well nor poorly. 

However, when conflicts arose between Esther and Liliane, Billy prioritized Liliane’s protection. Between his biological daughter and his adopted daughter with no blood ties, Billy would selfishly choose his own. flesh and blood. He didn’t think he could be blamed for that. He wasn’t a saint-just an ordinary man and a father. His true love naturally belonged to Liliane, his biological daughter. It was a common human sentiment. 

Esther remained silent in the back seat of the BMW, not speaking to Billy. Instead, she opened the surveillance app of the Dolphin Class to check on Felix. As Felix was attending kindergarten for the first time, he seemed a bit out of place. Despite the teacher’s efforts to encourage him to play with the other children, he lacked enthusiasm. 

Regarding Billy, Esther had mixed feelings. He had been treating her with indifference over the years, neither good nor bad. Even when she was wrongly imprisoned due to Bradley’s false accusations, he had only sent a message through the lawyer, advising her to confess and seek redemption. He had also offered to visit and send her things during her time in prison, but she had declined. 

She thought that perhaps she was an unlucky person. She had lost her mother, lost her beloved Grandpa Thomas, and also lost…. 

Esther dimmed the screen of her phone, and her cold and distant expression reflected on the car window. 

Billy didn’t take Esther back to the Ansteys’ villa. He knew that Leah didn’t like Esther, and there was no prepared room for her in the house. When Esther used to stay with the Ansteys, she lived with Billy’s parents. 

The two of them sat in a quiet cafe. In front of them, a girl dressed in a formal gown sat at a black piano, her slender fingers gracefully dancing on the black and white keys, producing enchanting melodies that filled the serene space. 

The waiter served Esther and Billy a glass of lemon water each. 

“Blue Mountain,” Billy said. 

The waiter politely asked, “And for the lady?”