My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

Chapter 848

“If you don’t love her, you should let her soar freely.

“If you love her, you should hold her like a delicate flower, showering her with affection.

“Your pride, your arrogance, your dominance—they’re all the culprits that pushed her to death.”

Everyone familiar with Bradley and Esther’s history deemed Bradley the culprit. Regardless of his self-defense, it

amounted to mere self-deception.

The truth was within Bradley’s grasp, yet he repeatedly refused to acknowledge it.

“I… I…” Bradley pondered Felix’s drawings, Felix’s illness, and the whereabouts of his and Esther’s missing

daughters. An indescribable glimmer of emotion flickered in his eyes. “What should I do now?”

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Bethany shook her head and softly said, “This is your life.”

The road stretched beneath his feet. By taking the first step, a new life awaited him.

Bradley tidied up his clothes, wrote a check, and placed it in front of Bethany. “This is your payment.”

Without looking at the figure on the check, Bethany’s eyes brightened slightly. “I wish you peace.”

Bradley didn’t speak, gracefully exiting Bethany’s office.

Bradley returned to his hotel, where Mandy was indulging in a beauty spa.

Mandy glanced at the ringing phone, but she switched it to silent mode.

Not getting a response from Mandy, Bradley instructed the hotel staff to pack his belongings.

In the past, with Clark around, such matters never concerned him. Thinking of Clark, Bradley decided to check

Clark’s address.

As he pushed the suitcase out of the room, Mandy caught up, looking radiant. “Bradley, are you leaving?”

Mandy disliked Bradley’s haughty attitude, summoning her at will and dismissing her just as easily.

“Mandy, do you feel wronged staying by my side?” he asked.

Bradley’s sudden words made Mandy’s eyes widen. She looked at him, thinking, ‘Bradley, you’re really clueless! I’m

the one who donated my liver to you, and this is how you treat someone who’s saved your life?’

Despite that, Mandy thought of Bradley’s attitude toward Esther, the woman who had given birth to his children. In

an instant, she felt somewhat resigned.

“I don’t feel well,” she said.

Bradley looked at Mandy, as if trying to find traces of her lying. “If you’re unwell, see a doctor. Understand?”

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Mandy gently touched her wound, explaining, “During changes in weather, the wound aches. Doesn’t yours?”

“No.” Bradley walked ahead coldly.

Perhaps recalling that Mandy had donated her liver to him, he turned back to look at her. At that moment, a hint of

compassion emerged. He took out a bank card and handed it to her.

“Mandy, this is your reward for donating your liver to me. From today onward, you don’t have to follow me

anymore. If you need anything, you can find me. I wish you happiness.”

Mandy took the bank card, slightly puzzled. “Did I not do well somewhere?”

Bradley coldly glanced at Mandy, said nothing, and left with his suitcase. He simply didn’t want Mandy to become

the second Esther. He aimed to descend from his pedestal and become a real person with flesh and blood.