My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley)

Chapter 62

“You’d be naively silly then. You’re my enemy. How could I not hold something against you?

“Esther, you might think I wouldn’t kill Pixie cruelly after finding out she’s my daughter.

“No, I’m telling you now, I won’t!” Bradley’s eyes were dark, and his expression looked icy. “Even you,

her birth mother, have abandoned her, so why would you think I’d be nice to the daughter of my

enemy?”

Bradley was a man. He had never experienced carrying a child for ten months, so he did not have

much fatherly love for Pixie, whom he had never met. To him, the girl was only a tool.

Of course, he could threaten Esther with Pixie’s life and death, but he forbade others from adopting her

simultaneously.

“Dead or alive? You choose!” Bradley said and aloofly let go of Esther’s hand to leave the ICU ward.

The moment he turned around, the finger of Esther’s hand that he had been holding twitched slightly.

Bradley looked at the doctor on duty who sat on the bench by the door, saying coldly, “Her life’s yours.

She lives, you stick around. She dies, you’re out!”

The doctor on duty shuddered. It tasted bitter in his mouth as cold sweat trickled down his back.

He was just a regular doctor-he was no g o d! He could not save someone who sought death!

Bradley wasted no time with the doctor and spread his long legs to go to Felix’s room.

Ever since Felix had undergone the bone marrow transplant, Bradley could tell that the boy was doing

much better. He could not help feeling relieved. It was also inevitable that he thought of Pixie, who was

adopted.

“Daddy.” Felix opened his eyes blearily and said, “I dreamed of the pretty woman who donated me her

bone marrow.”

Bradley sat by the bed, tucking the boy in, and asked gently, “What was the dream about?”

“The pretty woman hugged me, said she was going somewhere, and asked me to listen to you,” replied

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Felix knew that he was Esther’s son, so he was saddened to dream of a nightmare like this. He sat up

and crawled into Bradley’s embrace, hugging the latter’s neck tightly. “Daddy, I want to see her

tomorrow.”

Bradley wrapped his hands around Felix and rubbed their foreheads together. He thought that Esther

might be being resuscitated when Felix dreamed of her.

“Felix, take care of yourself first. Eat and sleep well, then I’ll take you to see her,” said Bradley.

Felix’s eyes sparkled once he heard that, and he put out a pinky to say seriously, “Promise, Daddy?”

Bradley had always doted on Felix, so he completed the pinky promise with his son.

“Good night, Daddy.” Felix scrambled back to his bed and seriously pulled the blanket over himself

before closing his eyes in obedience.

There was obvious glee on his face as he thought, ‘Mommy, you must take your medication, eat, and

sleep well. I’ll come to see you soon!’