Today, a single needle from Agatha jolted Bradley awake to the harsh reality of his past actions against Esther. He abruptly realized the pain he had caused her over the years. The children she had fought fiercely to bring into the world, he had heartlessly taken them away.
How had Esther endured those dark times?
Tormented and unable to express his distress, Bradley found himself on a hospital garden bench, sweat covering his forehead.
âMr. Warner, do you need a doctor?â a concerned bodyguard asked.
Bradley weakly waved his hand, signaling that he didnât need medical help. If Esther could endure her struggles, so could he. He didnât require a doctor.
With her arm around Estherâs shoulder, Agatha walked toward the hospital building. As Esther went up the steps, she glanced back at Bradley on the bench. âGrandma Foster, what did you do to him?â
Agatha sneered coldly. âJust a needle prick to awaken his conscience. I donât kill people. He wonât die.â
The needle she used wouldnât kill Bradley but make him feel the agony he had never known before.
Maybe after experiencing such torment, he would understand true suffering. Hopefully, Bradley would wake up and stop bothering Esther.
âGrandma Foster, thank you.â
Agatha snorted. âThank me with actions, not just words.â She turned to Oliver. âMr. Quill, get us some food. I want to talk with Esther.â
At Oliverâs call, a variety of delicious dishes arrived. While Agatha and Esther engaged in their conversation, Jasper and Oliver remained respectfully quiet.
Estherâs room was a luxurious suite, thanks to Oliverâs efforts.
As the dishes were placed on the table, Agatha handed a fork and spoon to Esther. âEsther, have something to eat.â
Esther shook her head, speaking softly. âGrandma Foster, Iâm not hungry.â
Agatha pushed the utensils toward Esther. âYou arenât hungry? Do you think you only eat when you want to? Eating is to ensure that your body has enough energy for your daily life. Eat.â
Esther silently took them and began to eat. The luxurious dishes tasted like wax to her, but she still mechanically ate. She could not allow herself to falter. She needed to maintain her health to care for Felix effectively and continue her search for her daughter.
Esther tackled her meal with hearty bites as though the nourishment before her was not food but rather hope itself. Only by being healthy could she hope to find them.