My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

Clark knew better than anyone that if Thomas were alive, he would never allow Liliane to marry into the Warners, even if she was
pregnant and brought the child to the door.
“Doctor, can we go in and see her?” Clark sought the permission of the doctor in the ICU.
After glancing at the tablet with information about Esther’s condition, the doctor said straightforwardly, “You two don’t have to go
into the ICU for now. I’m arranging to transfer her to a regular ward, but her condition is rather unusual. She personally lacks the
will to live, so if you can awaken her will to live, that’ll be the best.”
Felix clenched his fists and said obediently, “We’ll do our best.”
Clark asked with a sympathetic expression, “Is her condition very bad?”
“Especially bad.” The doctor also showed sympathy and said, “She just had a bone marrow
transplant surgery and received a strong emotional trauma. Her current condition is really poor. You should spend more time with
her.”
“Okay. Thank you, doctor.”
The nurses transferred Esther from the ICU to a regular ward. She was placed in a room next to Felix’s with Clark’s intervention.
Clark walked to Esther’s bedside and discreetly plucked a few strands of hair from her head, intending to use them for a DNA
maternity test with Felix.
“Felix, you stay here and behave. I’ll go out to handle something,” said Clark.
Felix cutely replied, “Grandpaw Clark, I’ll be good and wait for you here.
Clark did not dare to do the DNA maternity test at the hospital under the Warner Group. He was uncertain whether the DNA data
obtained here would be different, so he specifically contacted an old friend in another city and entrusted him to do the DNA
maternity test at a hospital there.
However, due to the distance between the two places, it would take some time to get the DNA test results. It was at least, a more
secure option. He did not believe Liliane could influence another city’s
DNA test data.

Of course, Clark also prepared Bradley’s sample when he prepared Esther and Felix’s samples. Everything was done very
discreetly. When Clark went to mail the package, Felix was left alone in
Esther’s room.
Felix’s health had improved significantly compared to Esther’s. He got off the wheelchair and approached Esther’s side with his
stubby legs. He reached out his little hand and gently touched Esther’s pale face. Tears fell from his eyes as his heart ached.
“Mommy, wake up!
“Mommy, I’m Felix!”
Esther remained motionless on the hospital bed. It was as if she were simply sleeping-not even her eyelashes twitched.
Felix was not discouraged. He climbed onto the bed, carefully avoiding the intravenous tube on the back of Esther’s hand, and
nestled himself into her embrace. He tilted his small face upward to press it gently against Esther’s chest, and the familiar sound
of her heartbeat resonated in his ears.
Felix brought his lips close to Esther’s ear and whispered softly, “Mommy, I’ll tell you a secret. I’m actually your son!”