My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley)

Chapter 25

Jasper comforted Esther when he saw her hugging Tinkerbell’s remains. “Esther, you just need a

paternity test to prove it to Bradley.’

”

Esther was in grief, but her eyes were roaring with hatred.

“No! I want Bradley to see Tinkerbell with his own eyes, to see that it’s him-he’s the one who caused

her death. He killed our daughter! Jasper, help me! Help me!” RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

Jasper would never reject Esther’s request.

Holding his tears back, he said, “I’ll help you. Of course, I’ll help you.”

Esther was brimming with destructive hatred. She hated Bradley’s mercilessness so much. She hated

that he pinned her to the operation theater personally. If he had not been so cruel last night, perhaps

Tinkerbell would not have died as long as she made it to the hospital.

He killed Tinkerbell. It was Bradley, Tinkerbell’s biological father, who killed her with his own hands.

Esther could not let Tinkerbell leave this world alone. She wanted Bradley to know the truth-she wanted

him in as much pain as she was in! She wanted… She wanted him to regret Tinkerbell’s death for life!

Esther wanted to leave with Tinkerbell, but she was weak, and her legs did not have even an ounce of

strength in them. Before she even took a step, the morgue staff stopped her.

“Miss, I’m sorry. You can’t leave with her yet.”

Esther questioned with anguished tears, “I’m her blood mother. Why can’t I leave with her?”

The morgue staff member, who was already used to life and death, did not let her leave out of pity just

because of what she said. Instead, he answered almost emotionlessly, “Miss, please don’t make things

difficult for us. This is the hospital rule.”

Jasper filled in a check on the spot and passed it to the employee discreetly. “Who can leave with her

then?”

“The child’s legal guardian.” The staff glanced at the check that brimmed with sincerity, and his attitude

softened. “You can ask the director of Sunflower Welfare here to collect her. Or go to the welfare home

with the maternity test result to change the guardian to her name.”

Jasper held Esther’s shoulder and told her gently, “Esther, why don’t you wait for me here? I’ll get the

director…”

“No need. I’m already here.”

Camila entered the morgue sadly.

Two employees who wore the ID tags for the National Organ Transplant Bank stood next to her.

“This is Tinkerbell’s birth mother whom I mentioned to you. You should talk to her about Tinkerbell’s

cornea and heart.”

Jasper put himself in front of Esther and asked hostilely, “Madam Jenner, these are?”

“Hi, Ms. Quill. We’re from the National Organ Transplant Bank.” The staff showed Esther their ID

tags and explained patiently, “Tinkerbell’s heart matches one of our children. We’d like to ask you to

donate her heart and cornea.” 1

Esther shook her head in refusal swiftly.

“No, I’m not donating.”

Her daughter had never spent a good day while she was alive. Who was she to let her lose her heart.

and cornea now?