Oliver and Agatha stood outside the ICU. Oliver didn't immediately doubt what Agatha had just revealed in front of Bradley.
"Oliver, you might be wondering if this is true," Agatha said, her gaze fixed on Esther, who had narrowly escaped death. She took a deep breath, her eyes showing pain, and said, "I wish I could say that what I just mentioned was just a scare tactic to frighten Bradley, but... all of it is true."
Oliver's expression darkened. He took a seat across from Agatha and confessed, "I blame myself for not protecting Esther. I..."
"It's not your fault." Agatha understood that even though there was evidence against the Pendletons, the timing was crucial. When Bradley kidnapped Esther, everyone in the Quills had been preoccupied and couldn't look after her.
"It's Esther's destiny."
Every person had their own destiny. This was Esther's destiny. Or perhaps it was her choice.
"Dr. Foster, I entrust Esther to you," Oliver said helplessly. "I didn't know who Esther's father was."
Agatha raised an eyebrow and asked in surprise, "Didn't you all believe that Esther was your sister's child?"
Oliver shook his head slightly and admitted with a pained voice, "In my memory, my sister was never married and was never pregnant. I—"
Agatha interjected, "Is it possible that your sister had a child, but you weren't aware of it?"
"It's a possibility." Oliver pondered for a moment, then continued cautiously. "Dr. Foster, please help me and Esther with a DNA test."
Seeing Oliver propose a DNA test at that moment, Agatha couldn't help but ask, "Have you thought of something?"
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don't read at all. horrible story, makes me sick....