My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

Chapter 362

Chapter 362

“So, we should live in the present and cherish the moment,” Esther said.

Anna looked at Esther and replied with a mirroring smile, “That’s right.”

As they leisurely strolled through the garden, Esther could hear children’s laughter and joy. coming

from the castle window.

Compared to the darkest times of her imprisonment by Bradley, these peaceful moments felt like what

a normal person should experience.

“Boss, Felix Warner saw me at the church school,” the black-clothed man informed.

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“Did he recognize you?”

“I’m not sure.” The black-clothed man nervously pursed his lips outside the operating room. If he did

recognize me… should I eliminate him?”

“Children have poor memory. They can’t accuse you even if he did recognize you.’

The mysterious man’s pleasant voice brought comfort like a gentle breeze.

“If that day really comes, remember to put all the blame on Shane Hoyer.”

“Yes, Boss.”

The mysterious man casually threw the phone onto the wood table and used the remote to play music

on two identical sets of speakers. The space filled with silence was now filled with clashes between the

classical symphony and traditional music.

He took out a dart, closed his eyes, and casually threw it. The dart hit a picture of Liliane on the wall.

Surrounding Liliane’s photo were pictures and information about various individuals.

After undergoing the heart transplant, Liliane passed the critical period and was moved to at regular

ward. As she lay there, she gently touched her chest.

Billy’s heart, though somewhat old, was still usable. It was a significant improvement over her previous

one.

Her phone rang, and she picked it up from the bedside cabinet. She then saw a message from the

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person who had helped her many times before.

[Congratulations. You are reborn.]

Liliane tried calling the number, but there was no answer.

At that moment, a caretaker entered the room with a bouquet of flowers.

“Ms. Anstey, you’re awake. The nurse said someone sent you flowers,” the caretaker said.

Liliane looked at the vibrant bouquet and asked, “Give me the card.”

The caretaker handed her the card. When Liliane opened it, she found the same four words on the

heart-shaped card: [Congratulations. You’re reborn.]

A chill ran down Liliane’s spine. She hadn’t expected her helper to be so invested in her. A text

message and a bouquet of flowers indicated that he had been closely monitoring her every move and

knew everything she had done I was unsettling.

As soon as she had that thought, Liliane’s phone rang again.

[Ms. Liliane Anstey, welcome to my world.]