Chapter 47

Bradley clutched the will, his vision darkening as the memory of Esther's gaze on the operation theater flashed in his mind. The look in her eyes felt like a poisoned knife, tormenting his heart. His hands trembled uncontrollably, and panic gripped him. Jasper glanced coldly at Bradley and asked, "Do you regret it?" Regret? How could he regret Esther's death? Bradley stood up, tossing the letter into Jasper's arms, and coldly stated, "When she dies, I'll celebrate with two boxes of fireworks." Furious, Jasper didn't spare Bradley a glance. "Then please leave now, Warner. Don't tarnish Esther's way out." Bradley gazed deeply at Jasper before turning away and leaving the hallway outside the operating room. On an empty staircase, he clutched his chest in pain and slowly slid down the wall, feeling weak, tired, and lonely. He gasped for air like a drowning person desperate for a breath. Esther's words in the will echoed in Bradley's mind. He looked at his hands under the dim light,