My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley) novel Chapter 177

Chapter 177 

Scott’s voice reached Bradley through the phone, and Bradley responded coldly, “What’s going on?” “I suspect Mrs. Warner may be in danger, but I don’t have all the details…” 

Bradley immediately recalled previous incidents involving Esther and asked angrily, “Tell me!” 

“Mr. Warner, it’s urgent, and I don’t have time to explain fully. Please come to the hospital quickly.” After ending the call, Scott started recording a video on his phone and headed to Wilson’s office. Conducting a body check on Esther was a minor task that didn’t require Wilson’s constant presence. He could give instructions, and his assistants and interns would handle it. 

Scott called out, “Wilson.” 

Wilson glanced at Esther’s recent heart examination report and said with slight guilt, “Scott, have a seat.” Scott sat down and asked directly, skipping pleasantries, “The patient I just operated on, she has congenital heart disease, right?” 

Wilson knew that the fabricated data could only deceive those who hadn’t seen Liliane’s real condition. Doctors like Scott, who had just performed surgery with him, couldn’t be fooled. 

“Yes.” 

Scott frowned, his voice stern as he questioned, “If she has congenital heart disease, she shouldn’t be able to have children.” 

Liliane’s heart couldn’t handle the strain of childbirth, making it impossible for Felix to be born to her. “Scott, this is none of your business. Don’t meddle,” Wilson warned, his first time speaking to Scott like that. “Knowing too much isn’t good for you.” 

“Wilson…” Scott was exasperated, trying to awaken Wilson from his delusion. 

“You’re our teacher’s proudest apprentice. Have you forgotten our original intention of studying medicine? We’re here to treat and save people, not to harm.” 

Wilson maintained a defiant attitude, saying, “I haven’t harmed anyone.” 

“Then why do you need Esther’s heart data?” Scott’s eyes turned red with anger. He couldn’t bear to see this rising star in the medical field go down a criminal path. “Don’t try to fool me by saying you need the data for your artificial heart. That’s impossible.” 

Wilson stood up indifferently, calmly stating, “If you ignore this, we can still be friends…” 

“I won’t.” Scott rose from his chair, exuding a stronger presence than Wilson, representing justice. “We’re doctors. Our duty is to treat and save patients, not to use the guise of practicing medicine for injustice and inhumanity…” 

“I didn’t plan to kill her,” Wilson confessed his intentions, attempting to persuade Scott to join him. 

“Why do you need her heart data if you don’t plan to kill her?” 

Wilson argued, “I want to switch her heart with Liliane’s. She won’t die-” 

Scott angrily interrupted Wilson, questioning, “Why should she exchange her healthy heart for a faulty one? Have you considered the consequences? Can you bear the wrath of the Warners?” 

“No one will know, and besides, my artificial heart is about to undergo clinical trials… Once it’s