Chapter 883


    Bradley released his grip on Kevin''s shirt cor, a determined madness shing in his eyes. "When did


    you find out about her?"


    Kevin ced the flowers and supplements on the chair opposite the elevator, slowly sitting down. He


    faced the staggering Bradley and calmly exined, "A bit earlier than you did."


    "Did she contact you? Did she ask you not to tell me? What else did she ask of you?" Bradley asked.


    Hearing Bradley''s questions, Kevin snickered. "Bradley, she''s not the Esther we know."


    "No, she is," Bradley insisted, unwavering.


    He knew Esther''s acting was impable, unmatched by anyone. Once, she deceived him, and he fell


    for it.


    Back then, she didn''t have as much support. With many backing her now, what couldn''t she do?


    "Bradley, suit yourself. Believe what you want." Kevin pressed the doorbell at the ss door.


    A nurse approached, and Kevin handed everything he had brought to her. "Please pass these to the


    ones who just left."


    "Okay."


    After that, Kevin turned and entered the elevator.


    Just as the elevator doors were closing, Bradley forcefully entered, his icy gaze fixed on Kevin. "How


    did you know she''s here?"


    Kevin knew Bradley''s nature—so dominant that everything had to revolve around him.


    "Bradley, let''s find a quiet ce to talk."


    -


    Half an hourter, Kevin and Bradley sat in a hotel suite.


    Kevin tossed a bunch of medical records to Bradley. "My former ssmate in this hospital discovered


    Esther and notified me."


    Bradley looked at the medical records, filled with professional jargon, and queried in confusion, "What


    does this mean?"


    "Esther has kidney disease. She needs a transnt. I''ve done the matching. I''m notpatible.


    "Bradley, all of Esther''s details are here. Look closely. She''s not her."


    Bradley pulled out a copy of Esther''s passport—a spirited, short-haired Esther pictured.


    He searched for her name on foreign social media tforms using her passport details. Surprisingly,


    there was indeed a profile belonging to her.


    Attempting to find a w in her profile was futile. She was an entirely independent, living person.


    From all avable information, she wasn''t her.


    "This is fake." Bradley still refused to believe what was happening before him.


    Resigned, Kevin said, "Whether you believe it or not doesn''t matter."


    "Kevin!" Bradley stood up, ordering coldly, "Perform a kidney match for me!"


    Kevin was at a loss for words. He thought that Esther would rather die than ept a kidney from


    Bradley.


    "Do the match for me immediately right now!"


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    As Bradley finished speaking, his phone lit up.


    "Dn, I''m at the hotel. Come directly to me."


    -


    Dn knocked on Bradley''s room door with an envelope ten minutester.


    "Come in."


    Dn handed the envelope to Bradley, his gaze glinting slightly as he said, "Mr. Warner, here are all of


    Ms. Esther Quill''s personal details."