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My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

Chapter 281
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Chapter 281

Upon hearing Esther’s words, Billy couldn’t help but sob uncontrollably, reflecting on his foolish actions

over the years.

No! Even if it meant risking his life, he was determined to rescue Esther from this place.

He couldn’t bear to see a delicate girl like Esther being destroyed by Bradley and losing everything.

“Esther, wait for me here. Just wait for me,” Billy said with urgency as he rushed to his car.

As he drove, he contemplated whether to hire a locksmith or cut the iron chain, but he quickly realized

that the method was unimportant. The crucial point was whether Bradley would allow Esther to leave

Warner Manor.

If Bradley refused to let her go, even if Billy managed to take her away from the mansion today, he

knew that Bradley would find her and imprison her again within 24 hours.

‘No!’ Billy needed a foolproof plan.

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Soon, the thought of Esther’s old friend, Jasper, crossed his mind.

Yes, the Searle family’s influence was as strong as the Warners’. Perhaps Jasper could assist him in

rescuing Esther from Bradley’s clutches.

With this idea in mind, Billy parked his car by the roadside and attempted to call Jasper. However, to

his dismay, Jasper did not answer his phone.

Frustrated, Billy tossed his phone aside and made his way to the Searle Group, only to discover that

Jasper had gone abroad upon his arrival.

After 72 hours of searching and rescue efforts at sea, there was still no sign of Felix.

Bradley’s somber gaze fell upon the members of the rescue team who had tirelessly searched for Felix.

He closed his eyes tightly, concealing the grief within him.

Standing beside Kevin, Bradley turned to him and uttered, “Notify the rescue team to stop searching.”

Since Felix had fallen into the sea, Esther, Bradley, and the other rescue personnel had dedicated.

themselves to finding him, but their efforts had been in vain.

Bradley knew deep down that the chances of finding Felix alive were slim. With the passing of time, he

had gradually come to accept this harsh reality.

He knew that he would never have Felix back.

Upon receiving the news, Kevin approached Bradley, offering his condolences. “Bradley, I’m truly sorry

for your loss.”

Bradley had not slept during the 72 hours since Felix fell into the sea. “Kevin, I’m the one who killed

Felix.”

When the kidnappers gave him the ultimatum to choose between Felix and Esther, assuming Felix

wasn’t his biological son, he chose Esther, but…

Kevin, dressed casually, stood by Bradley’s side, gazing into the distance at the sea. He was deeply

concerned that Bradley, who loved his son dearly, would struggle to come to terms with Felix’s

departure. He suggested, “Bradley, why don’t you and Esther consider having another child?”

Bradley’s cold gaze met Kevin’s handsome face, distant and filled with loneliness. “Felix can never be

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replaced.”

“Well…” Kevin understood that even if Bradley and Esther had another child, that child could never

replace Felix. However, he feared that Bradley would isolate himself and struggle to move forward.”

Should we hold a funeral for Felix?”

“I’ll think about it.” Bradley leaned against the railing, gazing at the sea as the wind swept across its

surface, coughing softly.

He didn’t want to hold a funeral for Felix. As long as they didn’t hold a funeral, he could still convince

himself deep down that Felix might still be alive, just not found yet. Once they held a funeral, it would

mean Felix was forever separated from them.

Concerned about Bradley’s cough, Kevin said, “Bradley, you might have caught a cold. Let’s go back to

the cabin.”

Returning to the cabin, Kevin prepared a cup of cold medicine for Bradley. Bradley looked at the brown

liquid handed to him and politely declined, “I’m not that fragile.”

He had many things to attend to. He couldn’t afford to get sick or collapse.