Chapter 535

Esther weakly opened her eyes, gazing at the man who had astonished her entire youth. She whispered feebly, "Bradley, I hate you." 'I hate you. Hate you.' Esther understood more than anyone else that love often lay on the opposite end of hate. Without an enduring love, could such profound hatred even exist? "I hate you." These three words echoed like thunder in Bradley's ears. He gently cupped Esther's face, softly kissing away her tears. His gesture seemed like a plea for forgiveness and redemption. The man Bradley had nearly beaten to death eventually regained consciousness. He looked at the scene before him, as if it were a beautiful moment from a movie. Anger consumed him, and he grabbed a nearby wine bottle, forcefully smashing it against the back of Bradley's head. "Damn it. How dare you snatch my woman?" Blood stained Bradley's white hair. He disregarded Esther, who was barely conscious, and walked over to the man. He grabbed the man's collar and violently tossed him into