My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

Logan was aware that the other party possessed a significant amount of information about his predicament.
He glanced at Esther, and his voice carried a blend of affection and determination. "I just want her to stay alive."
"You're truly devoted, Mr. Foster," the other party replied.
Logan asked coldly, "When's the soonest the transplant can happen?"
"It depends on you."
"Sooner, the better," Logan replied.
"At 8:00 p.m., three days later, a silver van will be parked at the hospital entrance. You and your fiancee are welcome to discuss
further with us."
"Okay," Logan agreed before the other person hung up.
Esther asked anxiously, "How did it go?"
Logan remained silent, merely making an 'OK' gesture.
He wasn't entirely surprised at how smoothly things were progressing. Instead, he was astonished at how well-informed the other
party was about him. Did this imply someone secretly observing or involved in this work within the hospital's walls?
As an international police officer, Logan had tackled major cases from the outset. Such illicit transactions were commonplace in
certain capitalist countries, where individuals were considered commodities beneath the surface.
What truly captured Logan's attention in this case was the recent incident involving the church and child adoption. He
meticulously unraveled this case concealed under layers of deception.
The church hospital facilitated the adoption of healthy children to affluent families through legal procedures. On the surface,
these affluent individuals adopted a child, but in reality, they were buying insurance for their biological children. If issues arose
with their own child, they could use the adopted child's organs to save them.
This extensive criminal group was concealed within the general population.

Logan took a deep breath and looked at Esther, pondering if the existence of a market fueled all transactions. Buyers came first,
then the sellers—no trade, no crime.
"Esther, are you scared?" he asked.
Esther shook her head, her voice resolute. "Logan, I'm not afraid of dying. But if I die due to bad luck, can you avenge me?"
Avenge her father and her sister...
Logan sighed helplessly. "Don't worry. As long as I'm here, you won't die." -
Meanwhile, Bradley stood outside the hospital building.
Hospital security was stringent, utilizing facial recognition for admission. Bradley's data wasn't in the system, so he could only
observe Esther's ward from below.
Suddenly, a faintly disinfectant-scented business card drifted into Bradley's hands.
After reading its contents, he instantly became wary of his surroundings. He instinctively placed the card in his coat pocket as he
was about to toss it into the trash bin.
Three days flew by.
Agatha's acupuncture kept Esther in a weakened state to ensure that if the other party needed to examine her, the disguise
wouldn't be detected. For Esther's safety, she dressed in a slightly vintage style today—a long dress paired with hairpins—and
looked stunning.
Esther glanced at Logan, asking softly, "Our phones will be confiscated, right?"
Logan asked, "How did you know?"
"I recently read a novel where the female lead got tricked into doing something illegal, and her phone was confiscated!"