Chapter 430


    Even if Pixie wasn’t Esther’s own child, she couldn’t bear to let that couple keep her.


    “Ms. Quill, I get your concerns, but you need to know ourws. You aren’t Pixie’s biological family, so


    it’s tough for you to gain custody. The judge might consider Pixie’s disrupted surgery, too. As a dad, I


    suggest not getting too caught up in this. It’s better to search for your daughter.”


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    Esther got the point, but how could she ignore Pixie’s situation?


    “Officer, will they keep raising Pixie?” she asked.


    “Their adoption process ispletely legal, and Pixie sees them as her parents, isn’t that right?”


    “I…” Suddenly, Esther felt powerless. She wanted to rescue Pixie, but she couldn’t figure out how.


    “What if they keep using Pixie’s organs for their own child?”


    The police officer assured Esther, “I’ll keep an eye on them. You should step out of this and focus on


    finding your daughter.”


    Esther could hear theughter and joying from inside the room. Pixie seemed extremely happy,


    unlike when she saw Esther. The sound of two little girls ying echoed from the


    room.


    “Ms. Quill, look how happily their family is ying together. Why do you want to be the viin and


    forcibly separate them?”


    Esther smiled bitterly and nced at Anna. After a long silence, she said, “I understand. Anna, let’s


    go.”


    The police officer handed Esther his card and said, “Ms. Quill, this is my card. If you still want to find


    your daughter, you can contact me. I can also help you keep an eye out. I hope you and your daughter


    can be reunited soon.”


    “Thank you.” Esther gratefully epted the business card.


    Esther realized that there were good and bad people in the world. Not everyone she met was


    the world a better ce.


    Despite that, where was her own child? Esther felt like a small boat adrift at sea, always facing storms


    no matter which direction she turned.


    Shortly after Esther and Anna left, the police officer took out his phone and dialed an unsaved number.


    “Boss, Ms. Quill left.”


    The police officer finished reporting Esther’s departure and returned to his duty. He heardughter and


    joying from the hospital room, and he thought of his son, who was also one of the beneficiaries.


    He understood Esther’s desire to find her daughter, but he and the other beneficiaries just wanted their


    children to live peacefully and safely.


    Moreover, the adopted children were all homeless orphans. The beneficiaries had provided them with a


    true, warm home, hadn’t they?


    Esther and Anna left the hospital.


    Esther stood at the entrance, gazing at the distant building. She took a deep breath and dialed


    Bradley’s number on her phone.


    The ringing call echoed like the Grim Reaper’s steps in her heart.


    ‘Bradley Warner speaking.”


    Upon hearing Bradley’s chilly voice, Esther asked with resentment, “Bradley, where is my daughter?”


    “Don’t you want to know?” Bradley said arrogantly. “Kneel before me and beg.”