Estherâs eyes were filled with hatred as she stared at Bradleyâs back when he left.
She gritted her teeth. The pain gave her a moment of consciousness, and blood dripped from the corner of her mouth following the tape. A tear slowly slid into her hair from the corner of her eye.
It was resentment that supported her as she clearly felt the cold needle push into her bone marrowâ¦
Under the anesthetic effect, the pair of resentful eyes finally closed in helplessness, indignation, and despair.
Bradley held his chest tightly the moment he left the operation ward. He felt as if his heart was stabbed by hundreds and thousands of needles.
Estherâs frenzied words echoed in his mind, and he turned around abruptly to look at the tightly shut doors of the operation ward. He pulled out his phone and instructed hastily, âCole, get the samples of the twins at Sunflower Welfare to do a paternity test with me right now.â
Cole did not understand why Bradley wanted to do that, but he replied respectfully anyway, âOkay.â
Bradley thought of Estherâs hateful eyes on the table and snickered. He must have lost his mind! He had never even touched Esther-how could she carry his children?
Asexual reproduction!?
He fished out his phone again to send Cole a text.
[No need to do it.]
He had nearly swayed because of the crazy womanâs words.
Esther was crazy enough to harm his grandfather. She could definitely lie through her teeth in order to save the b*stards.
Those b*stards could never be his children!
Bradley suppressed the agitation and looked at Felix in the operation ward. His thin lips were pressed into a line, and his clenched jaw hinted at his anxiousness.
His tall body tensed like a string pulled taut as if he would break anytime.
The digits of the clock on the wall of the operation ward kept blinking.
Everyone in the operating ward looked grim as they did their best to complete the difficult operation.
Everyone only had the same thought-the surgery must be successful.
Cole looked at Bradleyâs text on his phone and was conflicted for a few seconds before he went to the hospital where Tinkerbell was in.
Since Bradley suspected her birth, a paternity test would solve the mystery.
âGood evening, Mr. Searle.â Cole respectfully greeted Jasper, whose forehead was dressed with gauze. Jasper glanced at him coldly and scoffed. âWhat? Bradley sent you here to check if Iâm dead?â
Cole explained awkwardly, âYou must be joking. Mr. Warner was worried about Mr. Felix. I believe youâd understand a fatherâs love for his sonâ¦â
Jasper snorted and ignored Cole. Instead, he looked at Tinkerbell, whom the doctors were trying to save.
âCole, Esther says that Tinkerbellâs her and Bradleyâs child. Do you believe it?â
Cole looked shocked, wondering if that was true.
Jasperâs gaze landed on Tinkerbellâs lifeless face, and he said slowly, âI believe it. You and I both know how much Esther loved Bradley. Mr. Thomas knew it too. He didnât believe that she would cheat on him till his death. Do you believe that sheâd betray him?â
Cole looked at Tinkerbell, who was dying, and thought of twins he had personally carried out of prison back then.
It was a pair of newborns, and he had personally handed them to the director of Sunflower Welfare.
The director had reassured him that she would raise them well.
These five years, Cole had made time to visit them, aside from regularly sending money and items to the welfare home.
What if the twins were indeed Bradley and Estherâs daughters? How could he live with all that Thomas had done for him?
No, if Esther had carried Bradleyâs children, why hadnât she pleaded with him in court back then? Why hadnât she told the truth?
Tinkerbellâs emergency care came to a stop in the emergency ward. The pediatrician approached Jasper with his mask.
âMr. Searle, Tinkerbellâs not doing great. Her organs are showing signs of failureâ¦â
Jasper asked in shock, âShe has acute leukemia, right? Why is organ failure happening so fast!?â