My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

Chapter 167

Chapter 167

‘If I were your daughter, how could you ask me to give up everything I have now and fulfill Liliane?”

Billy opened his mouth, but his throat felt constricted, rendering him speechless. He knew that

revealing Esther’s true identity could sway her decision, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He didn’t

want to be seen as a despicable person in Esther’s eyes.

Esther’s eyes glistened with tears as she declared, “This is the last time I call you Dad. From now on,

we’re strangers.”

‘Do you even realize that Liliane has ruined my life? She has destroyed everything. I spent five years in

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prison because of her. She is responsible for the bloodshed of Grandpa Thomas and Tinkerbell. How

can a murderer like her deserve happiness? She doesn’t deserve it!’

With cold indifference, Esther turned away. At that moment, Billy took a deep breath and dropped to his

knees behind her, a loud thump echoing through the cafe. “Esther, I beg you, please leave Bradley.”

The upscale cafe fell silent, its other patrons glancing over at the commotion.

Esther was taken aback by her father’s act of kneeling for Liliane. Tears streamed down her face.

Someone in the crowd criticized her. “How dare you!? How can you let your father kneel before you?

Aren’t you afraid of bad luck?”

“You seem heartless. Your father is begging you like this, yet you remain unmoved.” Another voice

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“I think I’ve seen her before. Wasn’t she the murderer from five years ago?”

“Now that you mention it, I remember. Wasn’t she imprisoned? When did she get released?”

As Bradley arrived at the scene, he witnessed Esther being verbally attacked by ignorant onlookers in

the cafe. Someone even recorded the incident of Billy kneeling before Esther and uploaded it as a

short

video on the Internet.

Malice formed an invisible net that tightly enveloped Esther, making it hard for her to breathe.

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Bradley held Esther tightly in his arms, his handsome face filled with anger. He acted as her protector,

shielding her from the torrential malice and attacks.

“Shut up!”

Bradley’s voice was firm and commanding. He gave instructions to the bodyguards, demanding

retrieval- of surveillance footage from the cafe and gathering information about the attackers. He

wanted their identities, names, and workplaces known. If any video surfaced online, even for a second,

he wanted legal action taken within half an hour.

Bradley was worried that these people’s actions would trigger Esther’s selective amnesia, causing her

to lose her will to fight.

“Yes, Mr. Warner,” the bodyguards said promptly.

As the city’s top taxpayer, Bradley had been featured in financial magazines and had been interviewed

by television stations.