My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley) novel Chapter 50

Chapter 50 

“Daddy.” 

Felix subconsciously hugged the Thor figurine in his arms tighter when he saw Bradley. 

Clark greeted him politely as well. “Mr. Warner, you don’t look too good. Do you feel unwell somewhere?” 

Clark had watched Bradley grow up. One glance was all the older man needed to see that Bradley was not in the right mood. 

“Clark, you’re here?” Bradley said gently, seeing Felix cling to the Thor figurine fondly, “Felix’s happy to see you.” 

Clark patted Felix’s head. “Mr. Felix’s in a brighter mood because he’s gotten healthy now.” 

He paused to think for a moment and asked, “Ms. Quill donated her bone marrow to Mr. Felix. Mr. Bradley, I could prepare some nutritious meals for her these days. What do you think?” 

Once Bradley thought about Esther, whose fate was unknown in the operating room, 

he stiffly rejected the idea. “She has Mr. Searle taking care of her. No need to consider her so much.” 

“Mr. Bradley, Mr. Searle’s care is his effort. Ms. Quill is still Mr. Felix’s savior. She gave him a second chance at life.” 

Clark sighed helplessly in his heart. He had already told Bradley that Esther was his savior, but he still had this attitude. It was clear that the two of them were ultimately not meant to be together. 

Never mind. Matters of the heart could not be forced. 

Now that they had both found other companions, Clark could only wish them well. He wished for them to find true love and be together for a lifetime. 

“As you wish.” 

Bradley walked into his suite in a gloomy mood, trying to numb himself with the mountain of work piled up in front of him. 

Cole stood at the door and knocked on it. 

“Come in.” 

Cole pushed open the door, walked in quickly, and closed the door behind him. 

“Mr. Warner, the DNA paternity test between you and Tinkerbell is out.” 

Bradley raised his eyebrows slightly and sarcastically asked, “Do you think I need to look at it?” 

Cole respectfully said, “After Tinkerbell passed away, Madam insisted on doing a DNA paternity test.” 

Bradley reached out his hand toward Cole, and the latter respectfully handed over the envelope. 

Bradley cut open the sealed envelope with a pair of scissors and pulled out a DNA paternity test report, flipping through it carelessly until he reached the line for the final data. 

When his indifferent gaze fell on that ordinary set of numbers, his nonchalant gaze suddenly became fierce and ferocious.