My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley) novel Chapter 475

Chapter 475 

Agatha glanced at the medical record that Liliane handed over and coldly declined, saying, Ms. Anstey, I won’t perform the surgery for you.” 

Liliane’s anger shifted immediately toward Esther, who was diligently writing a medical record beside Agatha. 

“Esther, did you convince Dr. Foster not to perform my surgery?” 

” 

If Agatha hadn’t identified Liliane, Esther wouldn’t have recognized this disfigured woman as 

Liliane. 

Liliane always cared too much about how she looked, often going to beauty salons and using the best skincare since she was young. 

Esther could hardly believe that the Liliane she hadn’t heard from in so long had changed into this horrifying figure, looking neither human nor ghostly. 

“Liliane, have you seen yourself in the mirror? With this look, I couldn’t have known it was you,” Esther retorted. 

Hearing Esther’s remark, Liliane glared and pointed at Esther’s nose. “Esther, if it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t look like this.” 

“Liliane, how is your look my fault?” 

“It’s all because of that j*rk, Liam!” 

If Liliane knew what was coming, she wouldn’t have taken credit for Esther’s achievements. Instead of gaining anything, she was now disfigured and suffering. 

“Liam did this to you?” Esther found it hard to believe. 

Liliane was shaking with rage, exuding darkness and terror like a demon from hell. “Esther, stop pretending. If it weren’t for you, Liam wouldn’t have destroyed me. Don’t celebrate yet. I know you, and your payback is coming- 

Agatha’s voice cut in, “Security.” 

Security guards quickly moved forward, calming down the agitated Liliane. 

“Ms. Anstey, I’m not declining to perform plastic surgery on you because I’m incapable. My time is committed to attending to critical patients. Your disfigurement is indeed unfortunate, but it doesn’t pose a threat to your life. 

“Given the severity of your injuries, the doctors made the prudent choice of not immediately recommending plastic surgery for your well-being. Since you’ve made a good recovery, I would advise you to seek out a specialized plastic surgeon.” 

“Dr. Foster, would you be willing to do it? I have confidence only in your skills, not in other doctors,” Liliane pleaded. 

Agatha shook her head sternly. “If I were to perform such a minor surgery, a critically ill patient might be deprived of timely treatment. Ms. Anstey, I urge you to consider the emotions of other patients’ families.” 

Her words triggered a chorus of accusations against Liliane. 

“Merely disfigurement? It’s not a life-threatening condition! Why squander Dr. Foster’s time? 

“Did you catch that? She’s wealthy! She imagines her money can purchase Dr. Foster’s time!” “What does it matter if you’re rich? Does that put you above everyone else? How conceited! Wealth doesn’t entitle you to steal time from others.”