My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley) novel Chapter 31

Chapter 31 

Five years ago, Esther had pulled off Thomas’ oxygen mask, causing him to nearly die. 

Thomas would have succumbed five years ago if the doctor hadn’t intervened in time. Moreover, Esther’s malicious actions were the cause of Thomas’ comatose state, rendering his condition irreversible. 

The doctor had advised Bradley countless times, asking if he wanted his grandfather to have a dignified death, but he refused. 

Even if the chances were slim, he hoped that his grandfather could wake up! It was too bad that his grandfather had still passed away due to multiple organ failures. 

Bradley reached out with another hand to grab Esther’s hair, forcing her to look into his eyes. 

Esther looked up abruptly and saw the pain in Bradley’s cold eyes. She jolted slightly. Her teeth that were on the skin between Bradley’s thumb and index finger loosened up slowly. 

“Bradley, I didn’t pull Grandpa Thomas’ oxygen mask five years ago!” 

Bradley sneered when he heard Esther’s stubborn denial. “Esther, anyone who watched that video knows how malicious you are.” 

“Whether you believe it or not, I’m not the one who caused Grandpa Thomas’ accident five years ago.” Despair filled Esther’s eyes. The young man who had once dazzled her youth had become cruel and unpredictable. She could not help but wonder if she could start this life over again. She would never, ever fall in love with him again. The love was too bitter and painful for her to bear. 

“Esther, are you still trying to argue at this point?” Bradley let go of Esther’s hair as he looked at the woman in front of him with disdain. He heartlessly plunged a knife into her heart. “The death of your daughter is your retribution for your wrongdoing.” 

Upon hearing Bradley’s ruthless words, Esther could not help but laugh. She laughed with a slight tremble in her chest, and her beautiful eyes were tinged with a hint of redness. A tear slowly dripped. from the corner of her eye, and she seemed to come alive when she had just seemed so lifeless. 

“Bradley Warner, everything that’s happened is the retribution for me loving the wrong person,” Esther said and walked resolutely to Jasper’s side, even giving Bradley a glance. 

“Jasper, let’s go to the funeral parlor.” 

Jasper looked deeply at Esther, who looked alive, and asked worriedly, “Aren’t you waiting for the paternity test result anymore?” 

“No.” 

It did not matter anymore. Bradley did not love her-not five years ago and not five years later. 

For a man who did not love her, it did not matter whether Tinkerbell was his daughter or not. The 

only person who cared about Tinkerbell was her.