My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley) novel Chapter 523

Chapter 523 

Upon hearing the phone’s beep, Kevin took a deep breath. He hadn’t foreseen Esther assuming he and Bradley were 

orchestrating another dramatic act. Yet, on second thought, he realized her perspective was understandable given the tense circumstances. 

Kevin wanted to call Esther again and clarify Bradley’s condition. However, he realized his number had been blocked too. 

“Dr. Slade, Mr. Warner’s test report is out.” 

Kevin’s secretary handed him Bradley’s test report, her expression grim. 

Upon seeing her troubled face, Kevin’s expression also turned serious. He carefully flipped through Bradley’s report page by page, and then he asked in a shaky voice, “Liver cancer?” 

“Yes, based on the report, it does seem to be liver cancer.” 

Kevin was shocked. He stammered, “But his medical examination last year showed no issues. How could he suddenly have liver cancer?” 

Bradley was so young, and his health had always been excellent. How could he end up with liver cancer? 

“Dr. Slade, treating Mr. Warner’s liver cancer isn’t difficult. The real difficulty lies in his head’s…” 

Kevin reexamined the report and sank into his chair. 

The news of Bradley’s illness left him stunned, his mind blank. It took him a while to collect himself and start making calls to doctors he knew. 

The entire afternoon, Kevin made numerous calls… until there was a knock on the door, and the secretary entered. 

“Dr. Slade, Mr. Warner has woken up and wants to see you.” 

Kevin replied hoarsely, “Okay.” 

He stepped into the bathroom and turned on the tap, splashing cold water on his face. Gathering his courage, he made his way into Bradley’s hospital room. 

Bradley sat on the bed, his white hair tousled, his face carrying an inexplicable sadness. “Kevin, have my test results come out? 

Kevin gestured gently toward Bradley’s hair, saying, “Bradley, your hair looks quite nice today.” 

Bradley grabbed a pillow and threw it at Kevin. “Cut the nonsense. What’s wrong with me?” 

Kevin suppressed his sorrow and chuckled. “What could possibly be wrong with you? If anything, it might just be lovesickness!” 

“Kevin, do I appear foolish to you?” Bradley’s gaze sharpened, his lips tinged with a faint purple hue. 

“Your intellect surpasses mine by miles!” Kevin bent over to pick up the pillow, pretending to remain calm and composed, and sat down by Bradley’s bedside. “It’s just a bit of blood in your vomit. You’ve been drinking heavily since last night. Who else would do that but you?” 

Bradley scoffed.