My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley)

Chapter 921 I I Kevin leaned against the car door, watching Bradley's departing figure, and shook his head. A hint of resignation crept onto his handsome face.

Bradley remained unchanged. He was as domineering and uncompromising as ever, never considering anyone else's feelings. For him, empathy was always out of the question. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

How could someone like him understand other people's fears, anxieties, dread, joy, or the desire to escape? Bradley returned to the car, and Dylan respectfully closed the car door.

After Dylan saluted Kevin, he entered the car and drove Bradley away.

Meanwhile, Kevin pulled out his phone and dialed Logan's number.

Kevin no longer thought about confirming Esther's identity. Whether she was the Esther he knew or her sister, none of it mattered. What mattered was that he didn't want Bradley to shatter her current life like an unfeeling executioner.

"Mr. Foster, it's Kevin. Bradley just came to the hospital. He has sent someone to find Esther's location. Just thought I'd give you a heads-up." Logan replied calmly, "Thank you." "Don't worry about it. I... I just want her to be happy," Kevin said.

Kevin would never forget the scene he witnessed when he opened the secret chamber. - A single beam of white light illuminated a transparent crystal coffin in the dim space. Within its confines lay what appeared to be a breathing corpse— Esther, resembling a living dead person.

Kevin vividly recalled Bradley's reckless disregard for his advice as he relentlessly pursued Esther's car, slamming into it without restraint.

Witnessing the black SUV plunge off the cliff tore Kevin's heart apart. At that moment, perhaps, Esther had already met her demise.

After concluding the call with Kevin, Logan turned his attention to Esther,

who remained in a state of unconsciousness. Her eyes were closed, and the long, curly eyelashes cast shadows on her face in the light.

Her stunning countenance seemed to bear the Creator's exceptional favor. It was no surprise that Bradley entertained possessive thoughts.

Logan gazed at Esther for what felt like an eternity until she eventually opened her eyes, appearing disoriented.

"Logan..." Logan's appreciative gaze turned distant immediately. "You're awake?" "yeah." Esther sat up, supporting her body.

Logan noticed her dry lips and

considerately poured her half a glass of water.

Without any pretense, Esther accepted the water and took small sips. As she drank, she couldn't help but glance around, feeling a vague familiarity with the place. Had she been there before? Recalling the scene she remembered in the operating room, if her memory served correctly, it should have been the day when her father had the accident.

Esther tightened her grip on the glass, her thoughts consumed by the image of that familiar face. Veins bulged on the back of her hand, and a ruthless glint shone in her eyes.

"Esther?"