My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley)

Chapter 919 Gabriel's words struck a chord with g Agatha. However, she knew he hadn't seen the Esthre Bradley had tormented.

Yes, Esther had the right to choose her own path in life. But who came to rescue her when she was imprisoned at Warner Manor? Was that really her will at that time? Agatha breathed deeply, her eyes reddening, as she articulated her thoughts. "Gabriel, I'm not like you, always rationally considering every issue. Esther's my apprentice. I'd rather see her carefree as she is now than bruised and wounded. If, due to my emotions, she regrets it later or blames me for taking charge, I can

RS YO accept it.

"A person's life is precious. I'd rather she live peacefully than her life be cut short. You've seen all of Bradley's actions. He never regarded Esther as an independent individual.

"You also saw Bradley's behavior on the dashcam footage. If it weren't for Jasper swapping Esther to another car in the tunnel, Esther's car would still have plunged off the cliff by Coastal Highway 9, considering Bradley's ruthlessness." Gabriel was unable to counter Agatha's radical thoughts. He couldn't help asking, "Do you think we won't be able to protect her?" "How?" Agatha asked with a mocking chuckle. "Back when Bradley imprisoned her at Warner Manor, were

we able to find her? We're regular people who act within the law and morals. Do you think Bradley'sa normal person?" Gabriel went silent, still unable to counter Agatha. A sane person could never fathom a madman's intentions.

"Let's wait and see," he finally said.

"That's all we can do for now," Agatha replied solemnly.

‘Esther, I always detested those who recklessly interfered in others’ lives under the guise of "doing what's best for you". But in the end, I became the most detestable one,' Agatha thought.

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I "Mr. Warner." Dylan rushed into Bradley's office, holding a package.

Bradley raised an indifferent eyebrow and asked, "Yes?" "Mr. Warner, I just received news that Ms. Quill is critically ill." Bradley looked up instantly and asked icily, "Who's critically ill?" "Esther Quill." Bradley waved his hand.

Understanding, Dylan respectfully placed the package on Bradley's desk before quietly exiting the office.

Bradley took out his phone when the office was empty and called Gavin.

"It's me."

b .. Oouftahad da Gavin's voice was light, akin to a wisp of cloud floating in the air. "Mr.

Warner, are you going to ask me about Ms. Quill's condition?" Bradley asked coldly, "Didn't you say there wouldn't be any problems?" Gavin didn't react with anger but spoke calmly. "Mr. Warner, the kidney donor has already been admitted to the hospital. However, Ms. Quill's condition suddenly deteriorated, and the preparations for the transplant surgery weren't properly arranged.

That's why..." "Why did it take so long?" Bradley demanded sternly.

"Mr. Warner, as soon as we finalized the arrangements with the kidney donor, we promptly made the necessary preparations. I understand

PT itd bb your current emotions, but sometimes plans don't match the changes.

"Rest assured. As soon as Ms. Quill is ready for the kidney transplant surgery, we'll arrange it immediately," Gavin explained.

After ending the call, Bradley stood in front of his office's floor-to-ceiling window, gazing across at the Quill Group.