My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley) novel Chapter 735

Oliver eased into his seat, locking eyes with Esther as he gently spoke. "It's tough to convey everything over the phone. Just come to the hospital to meet me."

Esther, her anxiety evident, wasted no time after he hung up. "Uncle Oliver, any news about my mom?"

"Yes," Oliver replied. "Don't fret. We'll know more when he arrives."

Esther glanced at Felix, peacefully dozing beside her, and nodded softly. "I'll trust your judgment."

"Take some rest. It'll be a while before they get here."

"Okay."

As Oliver left the ward, he left Faye's picture behind.

Throughout her time with the Ansteys, Esther had never possessed a photo of Faye. No one, other than herself, seemed to care about Faye. Leah and Billy barely acknowledged her. Whenever she felt wronged, the graveyard was her sole confidant.

Esther had always assumed Faye was no longer alive. For the first time, a glimmer of hope flickered within her today.

Where was her mother? Did Faye know of her struggles? Did she know she was missed?

Everyone else had mothers to lean on, such as Mandy and Liliane.

Esther longed for one as well—a mother to console her in sorrow, share her joy, and embrace her when loneliness crept in.