My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley)

Chapter 681

Upon hearing Jasper's words, Bradley raised an eyebrow and spoke coldly. "Searle, let me remind you

that Esther is my wife. Wherever I take her is legal, and it's none of your business, understood?"

Jasper reminded Bradley of a harsh reality. "Don't forget your and Esther's divorce ruling."

Bradley arched an eyebrow, his eyes gleaming like frigid stars in the night, devoid of warmth.

"Bradley, can I go inside first?" Mandy shivered from the cold and struggled to speak clearly.

Bradley nodded, allowing Mandy to enter the villa. As soon as she stepped inside, uncontrollable

sneezes overtook her.

The caregiver promptly poured her a glass of warm water, providing much-needed relief after a small

sip.

"Mandy, you're finally back!" Liora burst into tears upon seeing Mandy return, embracing her without

regard for her discomfort.

Mandy glanced at the seals plastered all over the house, her heart sinking. "Mom, please stop crying

for now."

Liora forced back her tears. "Mandy, you're scolding me. Your father never scolds me!"

Unable to rely on Liora, Mandy bypassed her and turned to the caregiver. "Did my mom pack all the

jewelry and belongings in the house?"

The caregiver shook her head. "She has been crying all this time."

Mandy stared at Liora in disbelief, wishing she could reason with her. Given the circumstances, couldn't Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

she be more sensible?

The caregiver hesitated but made a decision. "Ms. Pendleton, I'm resigning today."

Surprised, Mandy asked, "You want to resign? Are you unhappy with your salary?"

Mandy preferred not to take care of Liora herself and was willing to increase the caregiver's pay.

"I've seen the news, Ms. Pendleton. Your father claimed to be fighting drugs publicly but was secretly

involved in trafficking. I was reluctant to care for your mother in the first place, but I had no choice due

to financial constraints. I endured it, but drugs are my absolute limit. I cannot condone it."

"I understand your sentiments. Neither my mother nor I were involved or aware—"

The caregiver interrupted Mandy, "I know, but the money you used came from someone else's

misfortune."

Drugs were a scourge, causing people to change dramatically and tearing families apart. The thought

of where her salary originated made the caregiver uneasy.

"Very well, I will pay your salary." Mandy even offered the caregiver some additional funds as a gesture

of goodwill. "You have worked diligently in taking care of my mother all these years."

The caregiver suggested, "Ms. Pendleton, I have a friend working at a recovery center on the outskirts

of Capitus. While it may not be as luxurious as a resort, it provides decent accommodations. If you ever

require it in the future, I can make an introduction."

"Thank you, that's appreciated."

The caregiver had already packed her belongings and pushed two large suitcases toward Mandy. She

asked, "Would you like to inspect them?"

"No need."