My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley)

Chapter 906

Esther desired Bradley to experience her sister's suffering.

"Ms. Quill, please go upstairs and rest. We'll handle this," the police officer reassured.

Esther glanced at Bradley, then turned back to her hospital room escorted by her bodyguards.

"Mr. Warner, your actions have seriously disrupted the hospital's normal operations," the police officer

said.

Staring dazedly at Esther's departing figure, Bradley insisted, "She's my wife."

"Allow me to correct you. The late Esther Quill was your ex-wife. The current Ms. Esther Quill is her

elder sister." The police officer paid more attention to Esther since her father was a DEA agent.

"Was your former wife allergic to roses?" NôvelDrama.Org © content.

Bradley suddenly remembered Esther's dream—to build a rose garden containing every type of rose in

the world. If Esther dreamt of a rose garden, she couldn't be allergic to roses. Then why was the

current Esther allergic to roses?

"His former wife wasn't allergic to roses," Jasper said, coming up to Bradley with a box of herbal

supplements.

Jasper's icy gaze swept over Bradley's suit.

"Jasper, shut your mouth!" Bradley's expression was cold. "This is a matter between my wife and me.

It's none of your business."

Jasper mockingly stated, "After driving her to death, you pretend to be affectionate now... Doesn't it

disgust you?"

Bradley stepped forward, ready to confront Jasper. "Shut up!"

"Bradley, if Esther knew that you're harassing her sister now, she'd regret ever meeting you," Jasper

said, then walked into the hospital building.

After Jasper registered at the front desk, the hospital staff informed Esther. He could visit as a

temporary guest if she was willing to meet him.

Bradley's eyes flashed with hostility and malice as he watched Jasper's departing back.

His behavior, however, didn't constitute a crime. After he cleared away the cliche heart-shaped

candles, the police car left.

"Bradley, there's a fireworks display tomorrow. Trust me, if you—"

"Shut up!" Bradley snapped.

Mandy inwardly rolled her eyes and thought, 'Why am I being blamed when it was his own doing?'

Remembering Bradley's payment, however, she sighed and suggested, "Why don't you read a few

novels about winning back your wife?"

"I don't read novels," Bradley stated coldly.

Mandy added, "It'll help you win Esther back."

It was exhausting. People shouldn't make money outside their understanding. It was especially hard to

earn money from an arrogant man like Bradley.

Mandy pulled herself back to reality. She decided to put up with this since she could make money from

both Bradley and X.

"I'll send you a list of books. Read one first. It might inspire you."

Bradley frowned in disdain when he saw the list of book names on his phone screen. Could these

books really help him win Esther back?

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Esther returned to her hospital room angrily, throwing herself onto the bed and punching the pillow.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the sketch she had just drawn. Suddenly, she bolted

upright from the bed.

She rushed to the window and glanced downstairs at Bradley. Her face turned deathly pale, and her

lips were devoid of any color.