My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley) novel Chapter 30

Chapter 30 

Jasper entered the elevator pushing the small coffin, following Esther and Bradley. 

With so many people in the elevator, the space felt crowded. 

Cole stood beside Bradley, at a loss. There were times he wanted to tell his boss that he had actually done the paternity test, but… the result was yet to be out. It would be futile even if he told him. 

Moreover, Esther seemed to have become obsessed and overwhelmed by Tinkerbell’s death. If she did not see the sample being taken personally, she would constantly suspect the authenticity of the test, 

Rather than doing it again by then, they might as well let Esther watch the sample being taken. She and Bradley could face reality together when the result was out. 

The group came to the lab test department. 

The nurse took samples of blood from Bradley, Esther, and Tinkerbell. 

“The fastest the results will be out is 24 hours.” 

Bradley threw the cotton swab with his blood into the medical waste bin and looked at Esther condescendingly. “Esther, I’ve done the paternity test as you wished. Do not appear before me again.” 

Esther gritted her teeth, asking hoarsely as she looked at Bradley’s cold and distant face, “And what if Tinkerbell’s tested to be your daughter!?” 

“I don’t know why you’d have a delusion like this, but…” Bradley noticed that his rage was too easily stirred up by Esther and tried to tone himself down a little to talk to her more calmly. “It’s impossible that she’s mine.” 

“And if she is?!” Esther questioned relentlessly. 

Bradley’s icy gaze swept across Tinkerbell’s face, and he smirked. “I’ll give her a grand funeral then. Happy?” 

“Get out! Get out!” roared Esther. 

Bradley looked at Jasper and said, “Mr. Searle, she’s not doing very well mentally. Get her a psychiatrist.” 

“It’s nobody but you who forced her to this state, Mr. Warner.” 

Jasper carefully closed the coffin lid and held Esther’s hand to say softly, “Esther, let’s go to the funeral parlor.” 

Esther glanced at Bradley hatefully and recalled his viciousness, iciness, and mercilessness. Like a lion, she sprinted to the man from his back and chomped down on his shoulder with all her might. 

Bradley did not move but let her bite him in venting her emotions. His feelings for her were too 

complicated. 

This woman was both his savior and his enemy.