Chapter 315 Burning Bridges
Abigail walked out of the hospital and met up with Ulysses at a nearby restaurant.
After entering the restaurant, she was promptly led by the waitstaff to a private room in the back.
Ulysses saw Abigail arrive and greeted her with a fake smile, pouring her a cup of hot tea. "I already know about it. You handled it perfectly. No wonder I always failed before. William and Bradley would never have guessed that it would be a family member who would betray him."
Seeing his relaxed demeanor, especially the sarcasm in his words, Abigail gripped the teacup tightly, her voice cold. "Don't celebrate too soon."
"That bitch Margaret suggested to William to perform an autopsy on Bradley before the police took her away. They will definitely find out that Bradley died from poisoning, not from her poor medical skills. Once they find out, we're both done for!"
She expected Ulysses to panic after hearing her words, but he remained as calm and leisurely as ever, sipping his tea and savoring the taste. "So what if they find out? You're the one who poisoned him, not me."
Abigail's eyes widened in disbelief. "You're breaking our agreement? Don't forget, you gave me the poison. If I get caught, I'll tell William everything!"
"Do you have any evidence to prove that I gave you the poison?" Ulysses sneered.
Abigail's threat meant nothing to him.
Abigail was stunned, suddenly recalling that there were no surveillance cameras on the way to this private room.
It seemed that every trace of their meetings had been meticulously erased by Ulysses.
He had set a trap all along.
Ulysses was indeed a wolf in sheep's clothing!
He pretended to cooperate with her, leading her step by step into the abyss, and now that he had used her, he was kicking her to the curb.
"It seems you've figured it out. I've erased all evidence of our meetings." Ulysses stood up, impeccably dressed in a suit. "Even if you tell William, he won't find any evidence. So, think carefully about how to keep William from finding out."
Ulysses didn't waste any more words with Abigail and left.
Abigail was left alone in the private room.
She hugged herself tightly, her eyes vacant.
Abigail felt as if layers of black waves were crashing over her, threatening to drown her.
Her thoughts drifted back to a few months ago, at William and Margaret's engagement party. She watched them happily, consumed with jealousy.
William was going to marry another woman, and Abigail couldn't allow it. She acted on her dark impulses and secretly put a mild poison in Bradley's tea.
She wanted Bradley to faint so the wedding could be postponed.
But Abigail never expected that Margaret would call off the engagement with William before the poison took effect, causing Bradley to collapse from the combined effects of the poison and his heart condition, leaving him comatose to this day.
Since then, she had lived in fear, knowing that Bradley might know she was the one who poisoned him. She didn't want Bradley to wake up, and when she learned that Margaret claimed to have a way to cure Bradley, she poisoned him again, making him critically ill. But Margaret saved him again, and Daisy discovered that she was the one who poisoned him.
Daisy protected her, and they decided to go all the way, poisoning Bradley to death to ensure Margaret would leave the Fisher Family forever.
Their positions would be secure.
Abigail and Daisy couldn't have come up with such a perfect plan on their own; Ulysses had been secretly helping them, planning and providing the poison. But now...
Abigail gritted her teeth and stood up abruptly. If Ulysses was breaking their agreement, she wouldn't hesitate to turn against him.
Once Bradley's matter was settled, she would stay with William to solidify her position and power in the Fisher Family. She would never let Ulysses off the hook!
Late at night, the hospital morgue was very quiet.
Abigail and Daisy hid on the other side of the hallway, looking towards the morgue.
"Are we really going in?" Daisy clutched Abigail's hand.
The place was eerie, with the emergency exit sign glowing faintly green on the wall. Thinking about the corpses lying behind the dark door made Daisy shiver. She had lived a pampered life for decades and had never been to such a place.
Abigail, being younger and determined, had long forgotten her fear.
"Keep your voice down. We don't want to be discovered. We'll sneak in now, and no one will know." Abigail pulled Daisy along, and the two of them carefully walked over.
As soon as they stepped through the morgue door, a chilling cold hit them.
Daisy hurried to turn on the light, but Abigail stopped her, lowering her voice. "If we turn on the light, we'll be discovered!"
She handed Daisy a flashlight, and the two of them walked towards the large freezer with their flashlights.
"Which compartment is Bradley in?" Daisy's voice trembled as she nervously held the flashlight, her eyes full of guilt.
Bradley had lived with her for over twenty years and was killed by her and Abigail. In a room full of dead bodies, her heart raced so fast it felt like it would jump out of her chest!
"We've already done it, so what are we afraid of?" Abigail shone her flashlight around and then found it.
She pulled the panicked Daisy to the third row, second column of the freezer. "This is Bradley's ward number. He's in here. We need to act quickly."
"Okay." Daisy clutched the flashlight, watching Abigail boldly pull out the morgue refrigerator.
She instinctively closed her eyes, too scared to look.
Time passed, and Daisy hadn't heard any movement from Abigail. She quickly opened her eyes to see Abigail, who had been fearless moments ago, now pale and trembling, staring at the open morgue refrigerator.
"What's wrong?" Daisy took a deep breath and looked inside, her eyes widening in shock.
They found that Bradley's body wasn't there.
"What's going on? Could Bradley still be alive? Were we tricked?" Daisy was confused and terrified. If that were the case, their presence here would mean they had fallen into a trap!
"Impossible. How could Bradley still be alive? If he were, William wouldn't be so angry, and he wouldn't have broken up with Margaret or let the cop take her away!"
As the two of them were lost in thought, they suddenly heard rustling behind them.
Panicked, they turned around to see a corpse covered with a white sheet suddenly sit up on the metal bed!
The sheet quickly fell off the corpse's face, revealing Bradley's pale, gray face!
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