My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley)

Chapter 867

Logan, Agatha, and Esther arrived at Capitus International Airport. To heighten the authenticity of their

plan, Esther had been in a wheelchair since disembarking the plane.

"Grandma Agatha, don't you think I look too healthy?" Esther questioned, glancing at herself on her

phone.

Even without makeup, her complexion was radiant, far from that of a sick person.

"We'll take you to the hospital right away," Agatha said, reaching out to touch Esther's face with an

indulgent look. "Once we're there, I'll take care of the rest."

"Okay."

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At the hospital.

Agatha managed everything on the medical front.

Half an hour later, Esther found herself on a hospital bed, engrossed in her phone. "Logan, do you

think this is okay?"

Logan replied gently, "Looks good." Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

"Really?" Esther doubted him. She switched to selfie mode on her phone and asked, "How about

ordering some foundation online?"

"Vain much? You want to put on makeup?" Logan teased.

Esther clarified, "No, I just want to give myself a sickly appearance."

"Who said being sick has to look a certain way?" Logan stood across from Esther, his warm gaze on

her face. He spoke earnestly. "Even sick people can face life positively. Moreover, you have me as your

unwavering fiance."

Esther was momentarily surprised, then laughed. "You're getting into character so quickly?"

"Let me remind you, the criminals we're dealing with are far more brutal, cold-blooded, and vicious than

you can imagine."

Esther had never considered criminals to be good people. If they were, they wouldn't be criminals.

"But your identity—"

Logan interjected, "What about my identity?"

"Shouldn't the other side be wary of you and not easily agree?"

Logan explained, "I understand your point, but those people in the criminal organization will definitely

welcome it."

"Why?" Esther didn't understand. She wouldn't interact with someone like Logan if she were in their

shoes. It was only logical not to put herself at risk.

"Some men like to see fallen women reform," Logan explained. "And some men like to see respectable

women go astray. Certain criminals enjoy watching women deteriorate and become one of them."

Esther more or less grasped the implied meaning. She looked at Logan with confusion and asked, "But

you know that I'm pretending. My kidneys are fine. If they..."

"You don't need to worry about these things. Grandaunt Agatha will take care of it," Logan assured her.

"I understand."

Esther felt nervous and worried, but it also seemed thrilling. If she and Logan could personally catch

this criminal organization and expose them, did it mean she would get closer to avenging her father?

Logan and Esther remained in the hospital room, each busy with their tasks, yet the atmosphere was

strangely harmonious.

Suddenly, Logan cleared his throat and asked, "Esther, are you thirsty?"

"I'm not."

"I'm stepping out for a moment. If you need anything, just call or message me."

"Sure."