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How could he worry about Esther? He was the one, more than anyone else in this world, who wished
for Esther to atone for her sins with death.
Scott looked at Bradley in astonishment, surprised by his quick denial. Was it true that he was not
worried, or was he turning a blind eye to the truth?
“Mr. Warner, then I still suggest that you observe it. If your heart continues to ache, I recommend that
you be admitted to the hospital for a comprehensive examination,” said Scott.
Bradley’s indifferent gaze swept across the various trophies, certificates, and banners in Scott’s office,
raising doubts in his mind about whether Scott’s medical skills were truly as brilliant as stated in his
resume.
“No need.” Bradley refused coldly. He underwent regular medical checkups every year, and his heart
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He thought that it might be due to the recent events involving Felix that he was feeling so mentally
strained, and that must be the cause of his discomfort.
(B d l e y) stood up and walked out of the cardiac surgery office.
Scott watched Bradley’s departing figure and could not help but wipe the cold sweat off his forehead,
wondering if he would be fired.
He needed to call Wilson back to remind him not to act recklessly since Esther was Bradley’s wife.
He took out his phone and called Wilson. The other end of the line remained unanswered.
Scott sent a detailed text message explaining the specific situation before he finally informed the nurse
to arrange for the next patient to come in for a consultation.
Bradley strode back to Esther’s room with his long legs.
The moment he pushed open the door, he noticed the changes in the ward.
The once-empty room had transformed into a vibrant display of flowers. Bouquets adorned the space,
carefully arranged in crystal vases that were casually scattered around. A row of hydrangeas swayed
gently on the ward’s balcony in the breeze.
The once pungent scent of disinfectant had been replaced by a delicate floral fragrance that lingered in
the air.
However, the hospital bed was empty.
Bradley heard the sound of flowing water coming from the bathroom, so he walked to the bathroom
door and lightly knocked on the glass.
“Esther?”
Upon hearing Bradley’s voice, the caregiver pushed Esther out of the bathroom in a wheelchair.
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Bradley’s sharp gaze fell upon Esther, who was in the wheelchair. She was changed into a long, white
silk dress, and her long hair was braided into a fishtail braid with a colorful ribbon tied at the end,
hanging loosely on her right side.
There was still no makeup on her face. The only difference was that her pale lips were now slightly
tinted.
“Where are you planning to take her?” asked Bradley.
The caregiver respectfully responded, “Mr. Warner, when Mr. Searle sent the flowers earlier, he asked
me to dress Ms. Quill. He’s going to take her out!”
“I don’t allow it,” said Bradley.
A gloomy expression spread across Bradley’s handsome face.
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