My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley) novel Chapter 852

Clark laughed heartily. "Compared to being in a coma, I'm doing pretty well now."

Clark would be a lifelong comatose patient had luck not sided with him. Agatha's intervention had spared him that fate. It wasn't the fear of being in a coma that bothered him—it was the worry that his wife and children would feel guilty and blame themselves if it happened.

"I'm sorry I'm only coming to see you now," Bradley said.

Clark had essentially witnessed Bradley grow up and held a deep affection for him. Noticing the dark circles under Bradley's eyes, Clark asked with concern, "And you? Haven't you moved on from the shadow of Esther's death?"

Bradley sat in silence for a while.

Daphne placed tea and fruits in front of Bradley before returning to the kitchen to busy herself.

"Clark, back then..."

Few knew about Bradley's secret room. Bradley was well aware that Kevin would never have discovered it without Clark's guidance.

"You're wondering why I revealed the location of the secret room to Kevin, aren't you?" Clark knew Bradley might think he would stand by his side forever. "Do you know Esther's true identity?"

Bradley shook his head.

Clark guessed no one had told Bradley about Esther's true identity. Perhaps, for many people, Esther was dead. The secret had dissipated with her death.

"Esther's biological father was an undercover DEA agent. After many years of infiltration, he finally found evidence against a criminal group, and it was wiped out.

"If we hadn't assumed that what we did was for your own good but instead laid out all the facts for you to decide, would your lives be different now?"

Since Clark learned of Esther's death, he had been contemplating whether the adults were the ones who had made a mistake from the start. They shouldn't have changed a girl's life under the guise of "doing it for her own good".

"With things at this point, we should look forward. Before Esther died, her biggest regret might have been not finding her own daughters. You are the biological father of those girls, and you should find them."

Bradley's heartache was overwhelming, like needles pricking him. He had never known Esther's background. He thought back to the day when Gabriel went to the ICU to see Esther—maybe that was when she learned the truth about her identity.

Bradley looked calm on the surface, like a sea without ripples, but turmoil surged beneath his deep eyes.

"Clark, do you have any leads on my daughters?" he asked.