My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley)

Chapter 515

Bradley and Kevin spent the entire night in the records room of the welfare institution. It had been so

long that they struggled to confirm whether the twins in question were Bradley and Esther’s daughters

from the existing documents.

To be cautious, Bradley and Kevin made copies of all the documents and planned to study them

carefully.

When Kevin left the welfare institution, he felt dizzy and drowsy.

“Kevin, since you work in the medical field, can you find out what happened to Esther in prison back

then?” Bradley asked. Bradley hadn’t slept all night and had bloodshot eyes.

Kevin felt grateful to Esther and Bradley for their help, so he couldn’t refuse. “I don’t mind, but

investigating something from five years ago won’t be easy. I can’t promise results.”

Bradley gazed at the vibrant sunrise on the horizon with a serious expression. “There must be some

traces left. What happened five years ago must have left clues.”

“Alright,” Kevin agreed, not wanting to argue. “Bradley, take a cab back by yourself. I need to get ready.

I have a meeting later.

“Okay.”

Bradley flagged down a taxi on the roadside. Once inside, he told the driver to take him to Warner

Manor.

The driver hesitated, looking at Bradley through the rearview mirror. He recalled the gossip his wife had

shared the previous night. Although he wanted to refuse, he lacked the courage. He stepped on the

gas and left the welfare institution.

The staff member at the welfare institution’s gate watched Bradley leave and then called Camila.

“Madam Jenner, Mr. Warner has departed.”

Bradley leaned wearily against the seat, watching the scenery pass through the car window. Just then,

Jonathan’s call came in.

“Mr. Warner, regarding the division of the assets in the divorce…”

Bradley remained silent for a while before issuing a chilling command, “I won’t divorce. Prepare for an

appeal.”

Jonathan hesitated. Even if they appealed, given the evidence Esther’s lawyer had provided, the

chances of overruling the verdict were quite slim.

“Mr. Warner, our odds of winning aren’t high.”

Bradley gritted his teeth, his gaze on the documents in his hand. His tone was icy. “Then find new

evidence. I don’t care how you do it. I just want to win.”

“I’ll do my best,” Jonathan replied.

The driver glanced at Bradley through the rearview mirror and offered some friendly advice, “Mr.

Warner, women are meant to be cherished, not-”

“shut up!”

The driver parked the car at the side of the road in anger. “Get out of the car!”

Bradley raised an eyebrow and threatened, “I’ll count to three. If you don’t start driving, I’ll complain

directly to your taxi company!”

“Fine by me.” The driver grumbled, “I just can’t stand men like you. You’re supposed to cherish your

wife. Do you f*cking know how many men in this world couldn’t get a wife?

“Don’t get married if you can’t cherish your wife! If my daughter meets a scum like you in the future, I’ll

kill him with a cleaver! Who do you think you are just because you’re rich?!”

The previous night, after work, the driver had returned home and noticed that his wife had been in a Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

bad mood. She had heard

about Bradley and Esther’s divorce case, which upset her. At first, he couldn’t understand why she was

so angry about the divorce of people they didn’t know. But today, he finally did.

Bradley was not a real man, it seemed,