Esther's mind replayed past moments like scenes from a movie. Bradley's previous actions hinted that he might not care about Tinkerbell's life and death because he was aware she was not his child. Yet, this raised questions about their earlier DNA test. Could Bradley have manipulated the test to hurt her as revenge?"Esther," Anna called out. "I got you a sandwich. Have this first."Anna had entrusted Sunshine and Felix to Jacob's care as they were having a good time at the Sandersons'. She came to support Esther because the DNA test results were almost ready.Esther took the sandwich from Anna, looking at her with sorrowful eyes. "Anna, Pixie is my daughter, right?" she asked in agony.Anna took a thermos of coffee from her bag and reassured Esther, "Yes, Pixie is your daughter, without a doubt.""But she doesn't want me." Esther took a bite of the sandwich and said worryingly, "She doesn't want me! She said I'm a bad person!"Anna did not know how to comfort Esther and could on
The police officer looked at Esther with sympathy. He had taken her statement before and knew how painstakingly she had tried to find her daughter. After finding her, she underwent three consecutive DNA tests, yet the outcome remained unchanged."The DNA test shows that Pixie is not Ms. Quill's child," the police officer revealed.Esther had a sinking feeling the moment the police officer looked at her with sympathetic eyes. A buzzing sound filled her ears when all her worst suspicions became a reality. Her legs gave way, and she uncontrollably fell forward.Anna quickly caught Esther and asked worriedly, "Are you okay?""I'm fine."Esther steadied herself, unwilling to accept the truth. She asked the police officer again, "Pixie really isn't my daughter?""Yes, madam," the police officer said sympathetically."The police department oversaw the result of this DNA test to ensure there is no data deviation," he earnestly explained.Esther understood the officer's meaning. He was
Even if Pixie wasn't Esther's own child, she couldn't bear to let that couple keep her."Ms. Quill, I get your concerns, but you need to know our laws. You aren't Pixie's biological family, so it's tough for you to gain custody. The judge might consider Pixie's disrupted surgery, too. As a dad, I suggest not getting too caught up in this. It's better to search for your daughter."Esther got the point, but how could she ignore Pixie's situation?"Officer, will they keep raising Pixie?" she asked."Their adoption process is completely legal, and Pixie sees them as her parents, isn't that right?""I..." Suddenly, Esther felt powerless. She wanted to rescue Pixie, but she couldn't figure out how. "What if they keep using Pixie's organs for their own child?"The police officer assured Esther, "I'll keep an eye on them. You should step out of this and focus on finding your daughter."Esther could hear the laughter and joy coming from inside the room. Pixie seemed extremely happy, unli
Hearing Bradley's cruel words, Esther hung up in despair and promptly blocked his number."Esther, what did he say?" Anna asked.Esther smiled bitterly and mockingly. Her voice was hoarse as she said, "He told me to kneel before him and beg."At that moment, Esther steeled herself. She couldn't help but ask herself again. How did she fall in love with Bradley when she was younger? Did his handsome face deceive her? Or was there something else about him that she had missed?"What are you going to do? Are you going to beg him?" Anna asked.Esther shook her head. She had pleaded and begged... In response, Bradley had imprisoned and tortured her. She wouldn't stay powerless any longer."I'm going to take legal action against the prison and Bradley," she replied.Anna asked with concern, "Esther, have you really thought this through? If you really take Bradley to court...""I have to find out where my daughter is." Esther suddenly turned to hug Anna tightly. "Anna, thank you for all
The law was not an umbrella for the upper class. As a legal practitioner, Benz had left the legal industry precisely because he had witnessed the darkness within it. Now, he wanted to fight for the law—for justice."I'll be waiting for your good news."Esther was determined to leave and return to her country. After contemplating for a while, she sent a text message to Alice.Perhaps Alice was still working as the message remained unanswered. Esther did not dwell on it and instead called Xara again."Xara."Xara looked out of the window at the blue sky and white clouds, feeling incredibly tormented. "Esther, how are you? Is Pixie okay?"Xara didn't anticipate her first friend upon returning to her home country to be in a similar situation. Esther had faked amnesia, and being a psychologist, Xara could have revealed her act. Yet, she didn't, maybe seeing herself in Esther's actions."Three DNA tests confirmed Pixie isn't my daughter," Esther shared, accompanied by a self-deprecati
Steffan's smile was faint, his gaze fixed on the pure, innocent face in front of him. Suddenly, he understood why Bradley had put so much effort into keeping her close."Jacob is aware, too," he revealed.Esther's eyes widened in surprise. With a puzzled look, she asked, "So, you all planned this?""Not me," Steffan clarified. "I keep my promises. When I agreed to let her go before, I meant it."Esther frowned. "Is Jacob's illness also a lie?""It's genuine. I moved Jacob to the church hospital hoping they'd find a matching donor there." Steffan lifted his coffee cup, his deep blue eyes focusing on the fields in the distance. "I'm a businessman. If money can fix a problem, then it's not a real problem."Esther understood the implied meaning in Steffan's words. As a father, he needed someone to save his child. The legality or morality of the process was not within his scope of consideration."May I dare ask what illness Jacob has?"Steffan withdrew his gaze, his tone cold and co
"I'm not mentally prepared yet. I don't know how to face her," Jacob replied.Even though Jacob did not display his emotions, Esther could sense his unease. She tousled his hair, ruffling it into a messy tangle."Jacob, you've played your tricks on me, but I won't hold it against you." Esther suddenly shifted her tone to a more relaxed and energetic one. "Your mother's flight won't be long now. Shall we go pick her up together later?""I don't want to go..."Jacob was just a child. How could he not want to see his mother?He wanted to—he really wanted to see his mother.When his mother, someone he had only known through documents, data, videos, and photos, was about to enter his real world, his initial reaction was unexpectedly the urge to escape."Are you really not going?" Esther earnestly brushed aside the disheveled strands from Jacob's forehead. She smiled mischievously. "If you don't go, then I'll have to go alone to pick her up. You know, I'm quite famous because of this
Five years later, Xara stepped onto the familiar land of her past pain and youth. Just like five years before, the sky was cloudy and rainy when she had left this place, overwhelmed by despair.Even on the plane, Xara couldn't relax completely. She covered her ears, fearful of turning back, as if Steffan might be there, casting a menacing look. Her greatest fear was crumbling under Jacob's cries.As a psychologist, Xara knew well that severe postpartum depression had gripped her after Jacob's birth. Her actions became uncontrollable, leading to numerous instances of self-harm at night, and she had even come close to harming Jacob. Nightmares haunted her even in sleep.Despite five years passing, she still relied on sleeping pills to find rest.She did not know if Steffan regretted letting her leave back then. She had never dared to stay in one place for more than three months. She did not dare to buy a house. She only had an off-road vehicle, driving it everywhere and driving away
Bradley's brazen words made Gabriel raise an eyebrow, and his scrutinizing gaze on Bradley intensified.Unfazed by Gabriel, Bradley calmly stated, "Mr. Sinclair, when I visited Shane recently, he handed me some video footage. It showed Esther being assaulted and abused in prison, with the perpetrators claiming it was my order. I've always dared to own up to my actions. What I've done, I won't shirk from. What I haven't done, I won't admit."Gabriel had seen the videos online. Even though Bradley had obscured the protagonist's face in the footage, he knew it was Esther. He had believed entrusting Esther to Thomas would ensure her safety, only to discover how fate twisted things."Bradley, I'll assume your words are true," Gabriel began. "Then tell me, if those people who assaulted Esther in prison weren't influenced by someone else, who put her in prison? Have you forgotten how you, in your irrational madness, expected a woman carrying your children to pay the price? Or do you believ
When Bradley brought up his grandfather again, he felt utterly unfilial as a grandson."Your grandfather's greatest wish before he passed was for you and Esther to live peacefully and happily. Sadly, all he witnessed was discord and enmity between you as a couple."Gabriel understood better than anyone that Bradley, in his youthful arrogance, felt that everything and everyone should conform to his desires. When Thomas compelled Bradley to marry Esther, almost like an arranged marriage, his rebellious nature surfaced."I've failed my grandfather's hopes," Bradley admitted with a bitter taste in his mouth.During quiet, solitary nights, he revisited memories of the past repeatedly.He hadn't desired that marriage back then. However, since he had promised his grandfather to marry Esther, he should have genuinely treated her as a wife.Despite the subsequent events not aligning with his wishes, he was painfully aware that if he hadn't been arrogant and unwilling to listen to Esther's
Esther wasn't pleasant toward Bradley. If she had evidence, she would gladly send him to prison to experience the joy of life behind bars.Bradley gazed blankly at Esther's stunning face, a hint of indescribable sorrow in his eyes. Those deep eyes resembled a chilly cold spring."Not only do you want to chop off my hand, but you also want my life, right?"Esther gestured a slice across her neck at Bradley with her hand, then turned away to tell Logan, "Let's go. Don't waste time on this.""Okay."With languid steps, Esther walked into the elevator. Once they were inside, the elevator doors shut.Outside the elevator, Bradley watched Esther and Logan like they were two puzzle pieces that matched perfectly. Instantly, he felt an unbearable heartache, as if his heart was being torn apart.He instinctively reached out to steady himself against the wall, observing the numbers on the elevator panel decrease until it stopped at the ground floor.It took a while before Bradley recovere
Throughout the entire night, neither Esther nor Logan had shut their eyes.Feeling their eyes strain, they applied eye drops. It wasn't until Esther noticed someone who shouldn't have been there on the surveillance footage."Logan, take a look at this."Perplexed, Logan asked, "What's going on?""Do you think this person looks like Shirley?"Esther was particularly sharp in discerning a woman's physique. She could immediately tell that the woman being supported by a man due to her intoxication bore a striking resemblance to Shirley."Let me see."Logan zoomed in on the surveillance footage, carefully comparing it with the footage containing Shirley. Physically, the two women indeed looked very similar.There was just one question... How would they confirm if she was Shirley?"Esther, stay here and keep watching the surveillance. I'll retrieve other surveillance footage.""Okay."Logan and Esther divided their tasks. Suspecting that the intoxicated woman might be Shirley, Est
Logan and Esther exchanged a glance. They fixed their intense gazes on Jason's face, unable to discern if he was smirking or provoking them."Mr. Taft, the evidence you seek will come."Jason scoffed. He seemed to transform into a different person as he put his glasses back on."Even if Shirley deceived me, I never wished harm upon her, let alone her death."I can consider your suspicions toward me as part of the investigation, but I hope that once everything is revealed, you can restore my innocence."I've said my piece. As long as Shirley hasn't divorced me, she remains my wife. I am obliged to cooperate in the investigation, and I hope you find her soon."Logan and Esther sensed something amiss with the first confrontation. They didn't say anything untoward until they exited the elevator and looked up at Jason's balcony outside.Jason stood on the balcony, looking at Logan and Esther and waving toward them.Logan and Esther looked at Jason before they turned and got into the
"She blocked me on all forms of contact at that time. I even tried contacting her through my colleagues' phones but found out she had blocked them, too. I thought she might be angry, so we should both calm down."Logan didn't speak and just listened quietly as Jason recounted the events of the case."I was angry that she blocked me. At my age, what's wrong with wanting a child? My parents were pushing for it, and I wondered if this marriage was what I wanted."Shirley is very beautiful. My friends and classmates say I'm lucky to have married her, but they don't know that beauty comes at a price."While my colleagues were buying properties, my wife kept changing bags. Her clothes, skincare products, shoes—everything was designer. To support her lifestyle, I work diligently, even taking extra freelance jobs to afford it."I thought I was a good husband and just wanted a child. What did I do wrong? If she had said that she didn't want a child after marriage in the first place, it wou
Gabriel took a long look at Esther, realizing more than anyone that Esther seemed to be heading toward a different extreme now. He wasn't certain if this shift in Esther's demeanor was good or bad.However, one thing was clear to him—the intersection of Esther and Bradley's lives resembled two lines crossing. After intersecting, they would drift further apart."Esther, you can investigate Bradley's criminal evidence. I won't object to that," Gabriel said with a stern face, emphasizing, "But ensure you complete your tasks on time and with quality.""Grandpa Gabriel, rest assured, I won't neglect my work."Gabriel nodded. "Go on then.""Alright." Esther stepped out of the office and approached Logan. "We can set off now.""Okay."Logan didn't inquire about Esther's conversation with Gabriel. Although they pretended to be engaged, Logan maintained a respectful distance from Esther. He wouldn't interfere much in her matters. However, he was aware that if she needed his help, he woul
Gabriel stated, "According to her husband, they argued before she went missing. He assumed she had returned to her parents' home and didn't inquire further since they often had cold spells for ten days to half a month. Their relatives and friends can testify to this."However, the cold spell extended to a month this time, which alarmed him. When he called her parents, they told him his wife never went home."Esther knew that the husband was often the first suspect when the wife went missing in cases like this."The wife bought a high-speed train ticket to her parents' home but didn't take the train back. The police traced her taking a ride-hailing car, and the driver claimed to have dropped her off on the street. The dashcam recording is proof. However, after that point, there's a blind spot in the surveillance footage. Usually, surveillance is kept for a certain period and gets overwritten after that."Logan asked, "What about the investigation on the missing woman's husband?""T
Esther rose, fixating on the distant scenery with clear eyes. "As long as he commits a crime, he'll leave traces."Logan was on the verge of speaking but was interrupted by the sudden ring of his phone."Hello, Mr. Sinclair."Gabriel's voice sounded grave. "There's a new lead.""Alright, we'll be right there."Logan stood up, turning to Esther. "We'll meet at the locker room entrance in ten minutes.""Is there a new development?""Yes."For most girls, ten minutes might not suffice even for basic grooming. For Esther, it was just right. The only issue was her long hair. Time was too short, and she lacked the opportunity to blow-dry it. Her damp hair draped over her shoulders, slightly soaking her T-shirt.Logan kept his eyes on the road. "I'll drive. You can use a towel to dry your hair.""Okay."As Logan drove, Esther sat in the car, patting her hair dry with a towel. Her hair was thick, posing a challenge to dry with just a towel.Nevertheless, Esther refrained from openi