My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley) novel Chapter 18

Chapter 18 

Jasper’s anguished voice came from the phone. 

“Esther, you finally called. The doctor says that Tinkerbell’s organs are showing signs of failure. Come over now…” There was a hint of a sob in Jasper’s voice. “It’ll be too late otherwise.” 

Esther had just gone through surgery, and the anesthesia’s effect had yet to wear out, but she was already greeted with such cruel news. 

Without any hesitation, she pulled off the needles and cables on her and stumbled out of the hospital ward, disregarding that she was still in a patient gown. She rushed to the elevator with a stagger. 

“Esther Quill, where are you going?” The nurse on duty put herself in front of Esther as she cried frantically, “You’ve just gone through surgery. You have to take a good rest…” 

“I have no time. Move away.” 

” 

Esther pushed the nurse off and dashed into the elevator. As she leaned against the smooth wall inside, she panted harshly. 

The other patients and their families in the elevator avoided her, assuming she was a psychiatric patient. 

Esther could care less about what they thought. She just wanted to see her daughter in the hospital as soon as she could. 

She rushed out of the hospital building with a stumble, and Cole saw from afar how sickly she was, like she would faint at any time. He hurried to her and held her arm, asking in concern, “Madam, what’s wrong?” 

“Cole!” Esther grabbed his arm and pleaded, “Can you send me to People’s Hospital right now?” 

Cole immediately realized that she wanted to go see Tinkerbell. Without a second thought, he agreed, “I’ll send you there now.” 

He helped the extremely weak Esther toward the car park, but they saw Bradley in their way just as they arrived at the elevator. 

“Cole, you’re my special assistant.” 

Bradley’s handsome face was icy and merciless. 

Chills ran down Cole’s spine. “Mr. Warner, Madam-” 

“Madam?” Bradley smirked mockingly. “Her?” 

He brushed past Cole and Esther gracefully but said ruthlessly, “Cole, three seconds…” 

Esther was afraid that she would cost Cole his job and struggled to pull her arm from the latter’s hold as she thanked him weakly. 

“Thank you.” 

Without looking back, she dragged her fatigued body toward the hospital exit. 

Cole hurried to catch up to Bradley and explained on Esther’s behalf, “Mr. Warner, the kid from the welfare home has acute leukemia. Her organs are failing…” 

Bradley’s expression was impassive, not at all caring about Esther’s pitiful state or Tinkerbell’s life and death.