Chapter 625

Mandy confidently approached Bradley’s hospital room, clutching a bridal gown catalog. She paused at the door before gently knocking ceremonially.

“Come in,” Bradley said, his voice distant.

Mandy took a deep breath, mustered her courage, and stepped closer to Bradley, catalog in hand.

“Mr. Warner, my brother wanted me to give this to you.”

Bradley glanced at the catalog she extended and raised an eyebrow. “What’s this?”

Mandy smiled slyly and replied, “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

Bradley quickly skimmed the catalog, tracing the pages with his slender fingers. His mind wandered to an image of Esther in a gown by Anna Vanderbilt. He closed the catalog dismissively and commented, “I prefer traditional wedding attire over a typical gown.” Mandy retorted with a hint of sarcasm, “Do you think we have a choice, Mr. Warner?”

“Mandy, I’ll discuss the wedding attire directly with your brother,” Bradley replied.

A touch of charm appeared in his deep eyes as he added, “I’ve been married twice, and both times the brides wore gowns. I want to create a special and unforgettable wedding for us.

Internally, Mandy rolled her eyes. She thought, ‘Thanks a lot, Bradley. You’ve already given me a memorable wedding-the one where you publicly abandoned me, ruining my reputation. Otherwise, why would I have changed my name from Liliane to Mandy?’

She considered embarrassing Bradley at their wedding but decided against it.

Her focus returned to her primary goal: bringing down Esther and Bradley. After enduring numerous surgeries and identity alterations, she had to succeed in her revenge quest.

“If Mr. Warner prefers traditional attire, I have no objections,” Mandy said, briefly glancing his way. “But think it over carefully. Changing your mind later won’t be an option.”

Placing the bridal catalog on the bedside table, Bradley met her gaze with an uncharacteristically warm look. “Mandy, I’ll take responsibility for the rest of your life.”

“I hope you meet my brother’s expectations, then,” Mandy replied.

She hummed to herself and headed back to the hospital room she shared with Esther, eager to show how attentive Bradley had been.

As she approached the room, she heard Felix’s unmistakable, cheerful voice calling, “Mommy, Mommy.”

Mandy’s brow furrowed slightly as she gently pushed the door open.

Felix was in Esther’s arms as he looked up upon her arrival.

Seeing Felix, the word “ungrateful” flashed through Mandy’s mind. She had raised him for years despite not being his biological mother. True, they had nannies and maids, but she had never treated him poorly. Yet, the moment he learned she wasn’t his birth mother, he rushed into Esther’s arms. How infuriating!