Chapter 29
Esther clenched her fists. If Bradley didn’t come to see her, she wanted his and Liliane’s son to
die with Tinkerbell.
“Mrs. Warner…” Cole sighed. He hadn’t expected Tinkerbell, who had been so lively and well,
to be gone so soon.
“Hold on. I’ll call Mr. Warner.”
The clients of this private hospital were either rich or influential. Even though Esther had spent five years in prison, most people still recognized her as the bride of that wedding of the century and the woman Bradley had personally sent to prison five years ago.
They were curious, probing, and confused as they looked at Esther and the mini coffin next to
her.
Esther put a hand on the lid of Tinkerbell’s coffin as if the girl would give her strength.
Cole called Bradley to tell him about the situation in the lobby. The latter was slightly stunned, and a touch of panic flashed across his
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Many people moved about in the hospital lobby, but Esther remained unfazed as they scanned
her and took videos of her.
Soon, Bradley got out of the elevator and walked over to Esther with long, hurried strides, looking moody.
Ever since he had discovered that Esther had saved his life, he could no longer be as tough and
cold to her.
“Esther, you-”
Esther didn’t give him a chance to finish speaking as she threw the maternity test result in his face. With reddened eyes, she questioned furiously, “Bradley Warner, how does it feel killing your own child?”
Bradley caught the test result and flipped to the last page. He scowled and impassively asked, ‘ You still think those bastards are mine?”
“Tinkerbell is your daughter!” Esther cried in anger and resentment. “Do a paternity test!”
Bradley looked at the pitiful Esther and couldn’t help recalling the young Esther. She had been so young yet so incredibly brave in the surveillance recording.
“Will
you stop fussing as long as I go through with the paternity test?” Bradley gave in in the face of his savior.
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“Yes, do the paternity test, and Tinkerbell and I will never disturb you again,” Esther said.
Bradley’s eyes were cold, and his tensed jaw brimmed with intimidation.
“As you wish.”
He turned around promptly. In that instant, his back and the back Esther had seen in the operating ward overlapped.
Last night, he had been this cruel and cold as he robbed her of her freedom and forced her to
donate her bone marrow to Felix.
If it weren’t for him, Tinkerbell might not have died!
Esther’s hatred devoured her rationale. She tasted blood in her mouth and wiped the crimson liquid from the corner of her lips. Her pale face was barely colored, save for the blood on her lips that screamed bloodthirst. 2
