My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley)

Chapter 75

Bradley carried a crying Felix back to the boy’s room with a stern expression and gently placed. Felix

on the bed. Tears still glistened on Felix’s face, making him look pitiful and lovable.

“Felix.”

Felix’s small shoulders slumped, and he choked out grievously. “Daddy, the pretty woman saved

me, and…”

Bradley sat beside him, took out a tissue, and gently wiped away the tears on Felix’s face. “Felix, she

has nothing to do with you.

Once Felix thought of Liliane’s fierce look and how his father refused to kiss Esther, he figured it must

be because his father liked Liliane, the bad fake Mommy.

“It has to do with me. Felix huffed. Tinkerbell died, and the pretty woman is sad.”

Bradley’s heart trembled as he suddenly heard Felix mention Tinkerbell. He tried to console him in a

gentle voice, “Felix, you shouldn’t go see her anymore”

“No! I want to go!” Felix stubbornly insisted. “Daddy, I want to take care of the pretty woman for

Tinkerbell.”

Looking at Felix in this state, Bradley could not help but wonder if this was the intimacy of blood.

relations. They had become good friends even before he knew that Felix and Tinkerbell were siblings.

Then why did he have no feelings for Tinkerbell, even though she was his daughter? Tinkerbell was

just a stranger to him previously.

Clark entered the room from outside with the fruits he had bought. He looked at Felix and Bradley.

teasingly asking. “Mr. Felix, why are you crying?”

As soon as Felix saw Clark, he immediately complained in a stubborn tone, “Grandpaw Clark, the book

says that a prince can wake up Sleeping Beauty with a kiss, but Daddy didn’t want to do it.”

Clark took a deep look at Felix and comforted him. “Could it be that your father is just shy?”

Upon hearing Clark’s words, Felix widened his eyes and looked at Bradley. “Daddy, are you shy?”

“Tm not,” Bradley’s face remained cold and stern as he denied the unintentional lifeline Clark had

thrown at him.

Clark did not dwell on the matter and instead softly asked, “Felix, do you want some fruits?”

“Yes!” Felix answered cheerily, “I want to get better quickly and take care of the pretty woman for

Tinkerbell”

He was determined to eat, sleep, and keep his body strong to care for his mother.

Clark took the fruits to the kitchenette, skillfully prepared a beautiful fig platter, and brought it to

Felu

“Wow! It’s so beautiful! Felix took the fork from Clark and thanked him in an endearing voice,”

Thank you, Grandpaw Clark.”

He ate the fruits in big bites-figs, crunchy apricots, watermelons, strawberries, peaches, oranges, and

more. His little mouth was filled to the brim, and he exuded an indescribable joy.

“Mr. Bradley, let’s talk,” Clark said as he entered Bradley’s office area in the suite.

Bradley followed him into the room and elegantly sat on the leather office chair, raising an eyebrow. This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Clark, what’s the matter?”

“I have no comments about you and Esther getting divorced, and I won’t stop you because it’s your

life,” Clark said.

He held a brown envelope, bringing over the diary that Esther had written about her secret crush.

during her youth from the manor’s attic. After listening to the contents of the pen recorder and

witnessing Bradley’s indulgence toward Liliane, he recalled the diary.