My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley) novel Chapter 79

Chapter 79 

Bradley categorically denied it after Scott finished speaking. “It’s absolutely impossible!” 

How could he worry about Esther? He was the one, more than anyone else in this world, who wished for Esther to atone for her sins with death. 

Scott looked at Bradley in astonishment, surprised by his quick denial. Was it true that he was not worried, or was he turning a blind eye to the truth? 

“Mr. Warner, then I still suggest that you observe it. If your heart continues to ache, I recommend that you be admitted to the hospital for a comprehensive examination,” said Scott. 

Bradley’s indifferent gaze swept across the various trophies, certificates, and banners in Scott’s office, raising doubts in his mind about whether Scott’s medical skills were truly as brilliant as stated in his resume. 

“No need.” Bradley refused coldly. He underwent regular medical checkups every year, and his heart had never had any problems. 

He thought that it might be due to the recent events involving Felix that he was feeling so mentally strained, and that must be the cause of his discomfort. 

(B  d l e y) stood up and walked out of the cardiac surgery office. 

Scott watched Bradley’s departing figure and could not help but wipe the cold sweat off his forehead, wondering if he would be fired. 

He needed to call Wilson back to remind him not to act recklessly since Esther was Bradley’s wife. 

He took out his phone and called Wilson. The other end of the line remained unanswered. 

Scott sent a detailed text message explaining the specific situation before he finally informed the nurse to arrange for the next patient to come in for a consultation. 

Bradley strode back to Esther’s room with his long legs. 

The moment he pushed open the door, he noticed the changes in the ward. 

The once-empty room had transformed into a vibrant display of flowers. Bouquets adorned the space, carefully arranged in crystal vases that were casually scattered around. A row of hydrangeas swayed gently on the ward’s balcony in the breeze. 

The once pungent scent of disinfectant had been replaced by a delicate floral fragrance that lingered in the air. 

However, the hospital bed was empty. 

Bradley heard the sound of flowing water coming from the bathroom, so he walked to the bathroom door and lightly knocked on the glass. 

“Esther?” 

Upon hearing Bradley’s voice, the caregiver pushed Esther out of the bathroom in a wheelchair. 

“Mr. Warner.”