Chapter 25
Jasper tried to comfort Esther, who was hugging Tinkerbell. “Esther, you just need a paternity test to prove it to Bradley.”
Esther’s eyes were filled with hatred, even though she was grieving.
“No! I want Bradley to see Tinkerbell with his own eyes, to see that he’s the one who caused her death. He killed our daughter! Jasper, help me! Help me!” she pleaded.
Jasper would never reject Esther’s request. Holding back his tears, he said, “I’ll help you. Of course, I’ll help you.”
Esther was consumed by destructive hatred, despising Bradley’s cruelty and his act of pinning her down in the operating room. If he hadn’t been so cruel last night, maybe Tinkerbell would have had a chance to survive if Esther had made it to the hospital.
Bradley had killed Tinkerbell. It was her biological father who killed her with his own hands.
Esther couldn’t let Tinkerbell leave this world alone. She wanted Bradley to know the truth, to feel the same pain she felt, and to regret Tinkerbell’s death for the rest of his life.
Esther wanted to leave with Tinkerbell, but she was weak and her legs did not have any
strength. Before she could even take a step, the morgue staff stopped her.
“Ma’am, I’m sorry, but you can’t leave with her yet.”
Esther asked tearfully, “I’m her birth mother. Why can’t I leave with her?”
The staff member was used to dealing with death and did not let Esther leave out of pity. He said in a cold voice, “Ma’am, please don’t make things difficult for us. This is hospital policy.”
Jasper filled out a check and discreetly passed it to the employee. “Who can leave with her then?” he asked.
“The child’s legal guardian,” the staff replied, glancing at the check. His tone softened. “You can ask the director of Sunflower Welfare here to collect her body. Or go to the welfare home with the maternity test result to change the guardian to this lady.”
Jasper put his arm around Esther’s shoulder and said gently, “Esther, why don’t you wait here for me? I’ll go get the director-”
“No need. I’m already here.”
Camila entered the morgue, followed by two employees wearing ID tags from the National Organ Transplant Bank.
“This is Tinkerbell’s birth mother,” Camila said to the staff. “You should talk to her about
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Tinkerbell’s cornea and heart.”
Jasper stood in front of Esther and asked sullenly, “Madam Jenner, these are?”
“Hi, Ms. Quill. We’re from the National Organ Transplant Bank,” one of the staff members said, showing her their ID tags. “Tinkerbell’s heart matches one of our children. We’d like to ask you to donate her heart and cornea.”
Esther shook her head quickly. “No, I’m not donating.”
Her daughter had never had a good day in her life. Esther could not bear to let Tinkerbell lose her heart and cornea now.
