Chapter 79


    Bradley categorically denied it after Scott finished speaking. “It’s absolutely impossible!”


    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 rmend that


    you be admitted to the hospital for aprehensive 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 regr medical checkups every year, and his heart


    had never had any problems.


    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 difort.


    (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 exining the specific situation before he finally informed the nurse


    to arrange for the next patient toe 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 disy 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 reced by a delicate floral fragrance that lingered in


    the air.


    However, the hospital bed was empty.


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    Bradley heard the sound of flowing watering from the bathroom, so he walked to the bathroom


    door and lightly knocked on the ss.


    “Esther?”


    Upon hearing Bradley’s voice, the caregiver pushed Esther out of the bathroom in a wheelchair.


    “Mr. Warner.”


    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 nning 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.