your Ecornful anger surged in Estherâs beautiful eyes. âBradley, do you think you can hide foolishness and ignorance by treating me like this? Five years ago, you caused Grandpa Thomasâ accident. And now, because of you, Felix had an accident. Itâs all because of you believe that you can ease your guilt by shifting the blame onto me?â
you. Do Esther regretted her decision to feign selective amnesia. When Liliane revealed that Felix was her biological son, Esther had wanted to take him away, resorting to stealing or any means. necessary.
It was a mistake.
Bradleyâs fleeting display of warmth had swayed her. Naively, she believed that sweetness would be enough to comfort her for a lifetime, even if it was just for one day.
âEsther! Quill!â Bradley angrily grabbed Estherâs jaw, causing her to laugh in anger. Tears streamed down her face, but she continued to defiantly gaze at Bradley.
âBradley Warner, go ahead and strangle me with your own hands if you can!â
Tinkerbell was dead.
Felix was gone.
Why should she continue living?
âYou want to die?â Bradley mockingly released his grip, his voice cold and resolute. âEsther Quill, I wonât be fooled by you anymore.â
A woman like Esther wasnât worth dirtying his hands for.
Did she want to die?
No! He was determined to keep her alive!
He wanted her to live and atone-for his grandfather and Felix.
Esther steadied herself against the shower railing, her voice trembling. âBradley, if you donât want to find Felix, Iâll go find him!â
Bradleyâs words pierced Estherâs heart like a knife-cold and merciless, his voice icy. âFelix is dead.â
âHeâs not.â
As a mother, Esther couldnât believe that Felix had left this world.
She needed proof.
As long as she didnât find Felixâs body, a glimmer of hope would remain in her heart.
Esther took a step forward and grabbed Bradleyâs collar, despite being slightly shorter than him. Her aura was just as imposing.
âMy son is still alive.â A dazzling light brighter than the stars burst from Estherâs eyes. Urgently and with conviction, she spoke. âBradley, itâs up to you whether you choose to believe Felix is dead. But I firmly believe-I am certain-that my son is still alive.â
With that firm statement, Esther left the bathroom unsteadily, barefoot.
She couldnât collapse. She couldnât break down.
As an inadequate mother, she had sent her daughter, Tinkerbell, away with her own hands. She couldnât let Felix slip away as well.
Esther gritted her teeth and took one step after another, making her way out of the bedroom.
âFelix, donât be afraid. Mommy is coming!
âEven if the whole world says youâre no longer here, Mommy believes youâre still alive!
âMommy will find you. Mommy will definitely, definitely bring you home!â
As Esther reached the stairs, her body gave way, and she tumbled downâ¦