My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley)

Chapter 779

The Warner service staff were hard at work cleaning. Even though the search and rescue team had

departed, the real task for the service staff was just beginning.

Bradley navigated his way through the bustling workers and entered his bedroom, which was the first

area to be tidied up. The air carried a faint scent of disinfectant.

He locked the door behind him and proceeded smoothly into the hidden chamber. Esther lay

motionless in the crystal coffin, appearing lifeless and resigned.

"Esther," Bradley said, resting his hand on the edge of the crystal coffin. His dark gaze lingered on Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

Esther's emotionless face.

"Do you know that your uncle, Oliver, came searching for you? He made quite a scene but left empty-

handed."

Bradley closely observed Esther, determined to notice any subtle changes in her expression.

However, Esther remained unresponsive, showing neither joy nor sorrow.

Bradley understood that she still had feelings but was unwilling to engage with him, even refusing to

use the passionate gaze she had once bestowed upon him.

"Xara has taken Felix out of the country." Bradley sneered, adding, "Esther, from now on, your life is

under my control. If you wish to leave this place, you must cooperate."

Upon hearing Bradley's words, Esther suddenly burst into laughter as if she had heard the most

amusing joke. She laughed so hard that tears welled up in her eyes.

Cooperate with him? She had already lost her freedom. How else could she cooperate?

"What's so funny?" Bradley asked coldly.

Esther wiped away the tears at the corners of her eyes, looking pitiful, like a delicate flower bathed in

morning dew. "I'm laughing at your naivety, Mr. Warner. What you desire, I'll never give to you again.

"No matter how many schemes or tactics you employ, I'll never submit to you. I'll never give my heart to

you again."

Esther slowly turned around, one hand supporting her head as she peered through the crystal coffin at

Bradley. Her eyes were clear and tranquil, expressing a sense of ease.

"Do whatever you want." She continued. "As for me..."

She simply wished to die. If death could free her from him, she would willingly embrace it.

Regarding her missing daughters, she believed they were unfortunate to have an irresponsible mother

like her and a heartless father like Bradley. Perhaps living somewhere unknown, far away from them,

was the freest way of living. Even if she found them, for Bradley, it would only mean having additional

leverage to threaten her.

"You want to die?" Bradley arrogantly continued from where Esther had left off. "Without my

permission, not even the Grim Reaper would dare to take your life!"