My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley) novel Chapter 263

Chapter 263 

Laughter erupted from the man with a severed hand upon hearing Ben’s words, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Hahahaha… So, the abominable Shane Hoyer actually has such a naive and ignorant son? It’s truly the most ironic thing in the world!” 

Anger flushed Ben’s face as he fiercely defended his father, his body trembling. “I won’t allow you to speak about my dad like that!” 

How could these people say such things about his father? His father was the best in the world. -a kind-hearted, upright, and selfless man. His father would never do anything wrong. He wasn’t the person they described. 

“You can’t speak about my dad like that!” Ben’s fists clenched tightly, veins bulging on his temples. 

Esther couldn’t bear to watch the boy in such a state. She turned away, clutching her skirt, and gazed out at the deep, dangerous sea. 

It was because of Shane that her son was in trouble. She and Bradley were attributing to Shane’s son the consequences of Shane’s actions against her and her child. What was wrong with that? It was only natural for a child to bear the consequences of their father’s actions. It was fair and just. 

The sea breeze tousled Esther’s long hair, its salty scent mingling with her thoughts. Her once dazzling eyes lacked their former luster. She furrowed her delicate brows, offering incessant prayers to any deities that might exist. 

If there were truly divine beings in this world, she hoped they would show mercy and save her son. Let all the storms and calamities come for her. She was willing to use her weakened body to protect her child, ensuring his lifelong peace and happiness. 

“Hoyer Jr., you may not know what kind of person your father is, but we know better than anyone…” The sea breeze chilled the kidnappers, their wrists and ankles bound by tightly fastened plastic zip ties, the deep marks stained with crimson blood. 

The man with the severed hand knew his chances of survival were slim. His hand had been severed and inadequately treated before being submerged in seawater for so long. Time was running out, so why should Shane have it any easier? If Shane hadn’t ordered him to kidnap Esther, he wouldn’t be in such a dire situation. 

“You may not believe it now, but your father is probably on his way here. How about you cooperate with Mr. Warner here and put on a show?” 

Ben, wiping away his angry tears, turned to face Bradley standing on the deck. He recognized him. Bradley, the owner of the Warner Group, had previously donated a building to his school, and Ben had presented flowers to him as a student representative. If not for that, he would never have followed Bradley. 

Ben briskly walked toward the handsome man, earnestly explaining, “Mr. Warner, there must be a misunderstanding. My father is not the kind of person they’re describing.”