My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley)

Chapter 469

Chapter 469

Bradley cried silently, his weeping full of desolation and sorrow.

The bodyguards exchanged glances, uncertain how to console him.

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Jasper. Just as Jasper had said, he saved Felix not because he was Bradley’s son but Esther’s son.

Finally, the doors of the operating room opened.

Esther, who had been gazing at the door, hurried to the entrance. Then, Agatha emerged with

a mask on.

“Doctor, how is my son?”

Agatha told Esther gently, “The surgery was successful. He’s been taken to the ICU, but his condition is

still uncertain. We’ll have to wait until the 48-hour critical period is over to give you a definitive answer.”

Upon hearing this, Esther, who had been anxiously waiting, finally felt a sense of relief. Her voice was

strained as she inquired, “Can I enter the ICU to see him?”

“No.” Agatha removed her mask and said sternly, “Esther, have you forgotten everything I taught you?”

Staring in shock at the familiar face beneath the mask, Esther exclaimed, “Grandma Foster!” Esther

was surprised when she saw that the doctor’s name Jasper had shown her was Agatha Foster. She

hadn’t expected to find another person with the same name.

Now, as she looked at the face she recognized under the mask, she understood that Agatha was

actually Grandma Foster. She was the one who had taught Esther medicine while they were both in

prison.

“So, you still remember me?” Agatha’s expression remained serious. “Didn’t I tell you to come to me

after you were released from prison? Did you just ignore my words?”

“Grandma Foster, I didn’t.”

When Esther was released from prison, she learned that it was the day of Thomas’ funeral. Given

Thomas’ kindness to her, she could not possibly miss attending his funeral. Little did she know that

attending the funeral would lead to the following events.

“If you had come to me earlier, would you have been bullied so miserably by that deadbeat?”

Agatha despised Bradley.

“Grandma Foster…”

Esther could not hold back her emotions any longer and threw herself into Agatha’s embrace, sobbing

uncontrollably.

After a traumatic, difficult childbirth and losing her children, she had been catatonic during her time in

prison. It was Agatha who had gently dispelled the clouds of despair surrounding

her, patiently guiding her out of the abyss step by step.

Without Agatha’s help, she would not have survived and would have long turned into a pile of bones.

The stains and filth unjustly imposed on her by those wicked people would never have. been cleansed

then.

“Alright, stop crying.” Agatha patted Esther’s back gently and spoke firmly. “I taught you back then that

you shouldn’t hesitate to incapacitate scums. If they dare to lay a hand on you. again, just hit one of

their pressure points to make them lose their mobility.

“How could you forget? From now on, learn from me properly. If that scum dares to lay a

finger on you again, just give him a jab and turn him into a helpless cripple.”