My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

They were all his children, but Felix was born with a silver spoon and countless people serving him.
Tink erbell? She had been separated from her mother just as she was born because of his revenge. She had grown up in
Sunflower Welfare, and when her mother was finally released from prison to pick her up, they were separated once more
because of her illness.
Bradley’s eyes were rimmed red as he got up to sit down at the study table in the suite. His eyes locked on the green lighter.
This was the lighter Esther had used to threaten him with in the hospital ward-but the lighter was empty.
Bradley tried to flick it alright, but it was futile. It could not be lit at all.
“Hah...” He sneered through his clenched jaw.
Esther purposely wanted to die in his hands?
Bradley kept the lighter in the drawer, called Cole, and asked, “Cole, who adopted Pixie?”
Cole was standing in front of his car as he answered in a deep tone, “Mr. Warner, I’m at Madam Jenner’s. I’m going to ask her for
information on the adoption.”
Cole had been busying about relentlessly tonight. He had first contacted the wedding dress designer, Anna, with the intention to
purchase The Wedding Dress from Heaven that she had designed, but the latter rejected his proposition. He thought that he
would have to travel overseas to personally talk to
Anna.
Artists like that were eccentric. Cole could not force her to sell it just because the Warner Group was a conglomerate.
After Cole ended the call with Bradley, he rang the doorbell of Camila’s home with a box of high- quality Manuka honey.
The doorbell rang for some time before Camila came out slowly with a shawl draped over her. She looked at Cole in surprise and
politely asked, “Mr. Johnston, what brings you here this late?”
“Madam Jenner, I’m here to find out who are the couple who adopted Pixie,” Cole said directly without skirting around the topic.
Camila took a faint glance at the honey Cole held and answered indifferently, “Mr. Johnston, according to the welfare home’s
rules, we have to keep the adopters confidential. It’ll violate our rules if I tell you who they are.”
Cole’s tone hardened when Camila tried to brush him off. “Madam Jenner, we were only fostering
Pixie and Tink erbell in Sunflower Welfare. According to the fostering agreement we signed, you have the duty to inform us when
you let others adopt Pixie-
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Camila shirked the responsibility off right away, interrupting Cole flatly. “Mr. Johnston, I don’t know about any fostering
agreement. Even if there is one, it’s not through me.”
Camila looked like she was not going to say more and wanted to send him off. “If you have any objection, you can press charges
against Sunflower Welfare according to the agreement. As the

welfare home’s director, I’m certainly considering Pixie. Rather than letting her grow up parentless in the home, I want her to be
like a regular kid and have the happiness that regular kids have. If you have nothing else, please leave!”
Cole furrowed his brows and asked coldly, “Didn’t the former director tell you about fostering Pixie
and Tink erbell?”
“Mr. Johnston, Madam Johnston before me has had dementia for years. She forgot to tell me plenty of things, and that’s normal,”
Camila explained in a softer tone. “If you want to find out about the couple who adopted Pixie, I suggest you apply to the
department superior to me. Once they approve it, I’ll let you know as soon as I can.”
“Thanks.” Cole placed the honey in front of Camila and got into his car.