Chapter 469

Bradley cried silently, his weeping full of desolation and sorrow.

The bodyguards exchanged glances, uncertain how to console him.

Only after Bradley had finished watching all the videos did he truly feel a sense of gratitude toward Jasper. Just as Jasper had said, he saved Felix not because he was Bradley’s son but Esther’s son.

Finally, the doors of the operating room opened.

Esther, who had been gazing at the door, hurried to the entrance. Then, Agatha emerged with a mask on.

“Doctor, how is my son?”

Agatha told Esther gently, “The surgery was successful. He’s been taken to the ICU, but his condition is still uncertain. We’ll have to wait until the 48-hour critical period is over to give you a definitive answer.”

Upon hearing this, Esther, who had been anxiously waiting, finally felt a sense of relief. Her voice was strained as she inquired, “Can I enter the ICU to see him?”

“No.” Agatha removed her mask and said sternly, “Esther, have you forgotten everything I taught you?”

Staring in shock at the familiar face beneath the mask, Esther exclaimed, “Grandma Foster!” Esther was surprised when she saw that the doctor’s name Jasper had shown her was Agatha Foster. She hadn’t expected to find another person with the same name.

Now, as she looked at the face she recognized under the mask, she understood that Agatha was actually Grandma Foster. She was the one who had taught Esther medicine while they were both in prison.

“So, you still remember me?” Agatha’s expression remained serious. “Didn’t I tell you to come to me after you were released from prison? Did you just ignore my words?”

“Grandma Foster, I didn’t.”

When Esther was released from prison, she learned that it was the day of Thomas’ funeral. Given Thomas’ kindness to her, she could not possibly miss attending his funeral. Little did she know that attending the funeral would lead to the following events.

“If you had come to me earlier, would you have been bullied so miserably by that deadbeat?”

Agatha despised Bradley.

“Grandma Foster…”

Esther could not hold back her emotions any longer and threw herself into Agatha’s embrace, sobbing uncontrollably.

After a traumatic, difficult childbirth and losing her children, she had been catatonic during her time in prison. It was Agatha who had gently dispelled the clouds of despair surrounding her, patiently guiding her out of the abyss step by step.

Without Agatha’s help, she would not have survived and would have long turned into a pile of bones.

The stains and filth unjustly imposed on her by those wicked people would never have. been cleansed then.

“Alright, stop crying.” Agatha patted Esther’s back gently and spoke firmly. “I taught you back then that you shouldn’t hesitate to incapacitate scums. If they dare to lay a hand on you. again, just hit one of their pressure points to make them lose their mobility.

“How could you forget? From now on, learn from me properly. If that scum dares to lay a finger on you again, just give him a jab and turn him into a helpless cripple.”