My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley)

Chapter 573



Chapter 573

Kevin never believed in coincidences. How could it be that moments after Esther underwent a liver

match, this elderly couple knew that her liver was suitable for their daughter?

“Sir, we can’t say,” Samantha said, handing over the supplements they brought. “Ms. Quill is a good

person. She’s willing to donate her liver to save our daughter. We’re very grateful to her. These things

may not be worth much money, but they represent our heartfelt gratitude.”

Bradley snatched the apples and unbranded nutritional supplements and violently smashed them onto

the floor. “Take your stuff and get out!”

The apples rolled all over the floor.

The elderly couple was startled by Bradley’s sudden outburst. They were afraid there would be

changes to the liver donation and fell to their knees before him.

“Get out! She won’t donate her liver to your daughter,” Bradley growled.

Without his consent, Esther could only try to donate her liver. Her liver, her heart, her bones, her blood,

her whole being-they all belonged to him.

“Sir, please, if my daughter can’t find a suitable liver, she won’t survive…”

“Sir, we beg you, Ms. Quill is our only hope. As long as she’s willing to donate her liver to our daughter,

we’ll do anything to repay her.”

The elderly couple begged desperately.

Kevin had witnessed many cruel and helpless situations as a doctor, so he hesitated to look at the

kneeling couple.

He also understood why Esther had agreed. In fact, no one could say no to such elderly people.

“Get up first. Even if she wants to donate her liver, it still needs to be assessed if her body is fit for it.

Otherwise, the hospital can’t perform such a surgery.”

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was not as simple as wanting to donate. No doctor would risk their career to proceed with such a

surgery.

“Ms. Quill is really our hope. If it weren’t for the fact that our livers aren’t suitable, we would…”

The elderly couple was overwhelmed with sadness.

Ever since they learned that Esther’s liver was a match for their daughter, they had been closely

monitoring her. When they heard she fainted, they feared something might happen to her liver

donation.

“Kneeling here won’t help. She’s still unconscious, and it’s uncertain when she will wake up, let alone

when her body will recover enough for ”

Kevin’s words were cut off as Samantha’s phone rang. She pulled out an old-fashioned phone and

answered it.

“Hello… What? You’re saying my daughter’s condition has worsened?”

The elderly couple had no time to worry about anything else. They supported each other and hurriedly

left.

Kevin sighed, watching them leave with hunched backs. He picked up the scattered apples and placed

them in his pocket. He could see that their financial situation was not very good, yet they had bought

the best apples at the supermarket and brought them here.

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Their intention was for Esther to recover as soon as possible and donate her liver to their daughter,

but…

Kevin took a deep breath. He picked up the apples while telling Bradley, “They just hope their daughter

can survive. Just like how Esther hopes you can survive. Do you know how worried she was about your

health when you were in jail? Despite her recent miscarriage, she kept looking for a liver for you.”

Kevin gripped the apple in his hand and continued weakly. “I know your temper is bad because of your

illness, and you can’t control your emotions. But I earnestly hope you can be patient and tolerant when

dealing with Esther. She’s not your enemy. She is your wife and the mother of your children.”

Kevin gathered everything scattered on the floor and handed them to the nurse’s station, hoping they

would return the items to the elderly couple.

Bradley remained like a silent sculpture as he quietly stared at the hospital room door.


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