Bradley, filled with hope, jumped out of the crystal coffin and hurried to the secret room's door. He extended his arms to embrace Esther. He longed to hold her close and become one with her.
But as he reached for her, he found only empty air. Just moments ago, she was a living, breathing person, but she disappeared like a wisp of smoke when he touched her.
Baffled, he lowered his head and stared at his empty arms as if needing to confirm Esther's absence.
"Esther!"
Bradley's voice echoed with despair in the secret room. His icy gaze scanned the room for any sign of Esther, but all he found was silence.
"Bradley!"
It was as if he could hear Esther's soft whisper, her lover's murmur igniting a tiny flame in his cold heart.
Desperately, he searched the vast Warner Manor, hoping to find any evidence of Esther's presence or, better yet, a sign that she was still alive.
His efforts were in vain. When Esther had been sent to prison, Clark had collected and stored everything related to her in Warner Manor.
Bradley had initially wanted Clark to destroy all of them, but Clark had been unable to do so. Instead, he had boxed up everything and placed it in a rarely visited storeroom.
Bradley stood before the storage room's closed door and gazed at it. Few people entered this area, and even the service staff rarely ventured in.
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don't read at all. horrible story, makes me sick....