My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley)

Chapter 72

If Wilson had married Leah back then, he would have treated her like a princess, showering her with

love, and he would not bear to see her suffer even a bit.

Wilson picked up the phone and called a doctor from the Warner Group.

“It’s me, Wilson. I have a favor to ask. Can you help me check if there’s a girl named Esther Quill in

your hospital?”

“Oh, Wilson, what’s going on?” The doctor teased him. “She’s not even dead yet, and you’re so eager

to get her heart?”

“Just checking compatibility to see if it’s suitable. Just send me the test data.” Wilson was willing to

sacrifice his hospital’s interests to get what he wanted. “You wanted to visit our hospital’s artificial heart

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“Wilson, you better not trick me!”

“I never lie. You have my word,” Wilson assured him.

After a brilliant performance, Leah returned to her car. Over the years, she had never hesitated to

manipulate Wilson with her sweet words-Wilson had orchestrated it all, including Liliane’s fake

pregnancy and childbirth.

Back then, Wilson did pursue her, but she never regarded this man from a small town as someone

worth her attention. Of course, Leah never anticipated that the man she once looked down upon would

marry the daughter of his mentor, inherit all the mentor’s connections, and become one of the country’s

most formidable experts in cardiology.

For Leah, there was no better tool than Wilson in this world.

She believed that as long as she acted pitiful, shed a few tears, and pretended to be even more fragile,

Wilson would willingly become the knife and personally procure Esther’s heart for Liliane’s transplant.

Leah sneered with a mocking smile.

‘Esther, don’t think I’m heartless!

“Your birth is your innate sin!

‘Both the mistress and the mistress’ daughter deserve to die!”

On the other side, a cardiac surgeon entered Esther’s ward, where Felix was sleeping in her arms. The

mother and son were nestled together, their breathing rhythms in sync.

The heart surgeon could not bear to wake either Felix or Esther with such a heartwarming scene.

“They’re mother and son?” he asked.

The nurse in charge of Esther explained, “No, Ms. Quill donated her bone marrow to Mr. Felix. He

probably heard that Ms. Quill has little will to live and came specifically to awaken her will to

survive.”

After listening to the nurse’s explanation, the cardiac surgeon said gently, “Take Mr. Felix back to his

ward. I’ll check her heart.”

Bradley stood at the door of the ward, his cold gaze falling on the cardiac surgeon’s face. His voice

sounded chillingly cold. “Why do you need to check her heart?”