My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley)

Chapter 650

The car slowly rolled into a vintage courtyard adorned with bricks and tiles.

"Grandma Agatha," Esther called out cheerfully as she stepped out of the car and spotted Agatha busy

drying herbs.

Agatha stood up and approached Esther and the others. "Let's continue our conversation indoors."

"Sure."

Esther signaled for Xara, Steffan, and the rest to join them inside the courtyard.

In the garden, a multitude of flowers had bloomed quietly in the brisk wind.

Agatha glanced at Steffan and asked calmly, "During the pregnancy, did the mother experience

frequent anger, tantrums, arguments, or mood swings?"

Xara didn't anticipate this question from Agatha after just one look. She nodded gently. "Yes."

Steffan had imprisoned her during that period, and her freedom had been forcefully taken away. She

had felt like a bird with broken wings, yearning for the freedom of the open sky beyond the cage. She

had prayed countless times, wishing for a miscarriage as an unexpected child wasn't welcome.

It could be said she had lived through a living hell at that time. Now, she felt her child's illness was the

true hell of a mother.

"Please, have a seat. I'll check on him first," Agatha said.

With guilt weighing heavily in her heart, Xara guided Jacob toward Agatha.

Agatha carefully examined Jacob. "Esther, could you take the three children to the vegetable garden

and pick some white radishes, garlic, and scallions? We'll make lamb stew for lunch."

"Of course."

Esther understood that Agatha might want to have a private conversation with them, so she led Jacob

and the children to the vegetable garden.

Agatha removed her thick coat and spoke directly to Xara and Steffan. "It might be a bit late for your

child to seek treatment from me."

Fearing the worst, Xara felt her eyes welling up. "So... there's no cure?"

"The modern doctors must have mentioned that a bone marrow transplant is the best solution,

correct?"

Xara nodded. "Yes."

"A bone marrow transplant addresses the symptoms, not the underlying cause," Agatha stated

earnestly. "Since you're friends of Esther, I won't hide anything from you. Even though you've come

late, I can still stabilize his condition until you find a suitable bone marrow donor. After the transplant, Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

coupled with my treatment, he can make a full recovery."

Xara couldn't believe her ears. "Is that true?"

While abroad, doctors had given them a meager 20% chance of success even with a bone marrow

transplant.

"I always keep my promises," Agatha assured.

Xara and Steffan were ready to do whatever it took if there was a glimmer of hope.

"We'll go ahead with the treatment," Steffan said.

Xara agreed. "Yes, we're in."

"The child stays. You two can leave," Agatha told them.

When Agatha uttered that, Steffan and Xara were taken aback.

"What's the matter? Did I not make myself clear?" she asked.

Steffan cleared his throat and explained, "He has never faced hardships before. Being alone—"

"Either the child stays, and you leave. Or, you take the child with you and leave," Agatha stated.