My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley) novel Chapter 367

Chapter 367 

Esther never expected the unfamiliar man before her to have a wife who was her compatriot. She also never imagined the wife would know about the reward Bradley had posted, even though she was abroad. 

“Yes, I’m Esther Quill” 

Howard Redding took a deep breath and said, “I’ll go check the files. Please wait here.” 

“Sure, thank you.” 

Howard secretly took a photo of Esther with his phone and sent it to his wife. Then he returned with a thick stack of medical records and hurried up to Esther. He told her calmly, These are Pixie’s records. She was severely frightened when she was brought in and suffered from mutism for a while. Take a look first.” 

Esther flipped through the records one page after another, her frown growing deeper with each page. Felix and Sunshine also gathered around to read the medical records with Esther. 

Benz did not disturb Esther but approached Howard and asked softly, “Sir, do you know where Pixie is now?” 

“Sir, no child should suffer. Being alone and helpless, she’s most likely at the church now.'” Howard then hinted, “Orphans who are sent to the church and wish to return to their biological parents must first undergo a DNA test and a 100-day observation period. This is to ensure that both parties can live in harmony. Only after this period can the child be officially returned to you. 

“Thank you, I understand.” 

Esther turned to the last page of the medical records. It was written that the orphaned Pixie had been sent to Maria Church. 

“Thank you, sir,” Esther thanked Howard sincerely. 

Howard thought about the reward that was about to be his. Instead of showing any agitation, he answered gleefully, “You’re welcome.” 

Esther’s urgency prevented her from noticing the man’s hidden intentions. 

They rushed to Maria Church. 

Esther exposed her whereabouts by using her real passport. 

Bradley, who was busy at the Warner Group, received the photo instantly. He looked at the picture of Esther and gnashed his teeth with hatred. 

‘Esther, you’re something!’ he thought. ‘Don’t think you can do whatever you want with the support of the Quills! One day, you’ll come back to me obediently.” 

Bradley then made a call. 

“Hello… who is it?” 

“It’s Bradley Warner.” Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Bradley looked at the