My Talented Babies & Genius Wife

Helen had heard how terrible Caelan was, but because she had once saved his life, and because of her father's connections, he had always treated her with considerable courtesy.

She could never have imagined that he would slap her twice in quick succession for the sake of an unworthy bitch! How could she be willing to accept that? She covered her face with force, and her eyes looked at Freya with increasing resentment and anger.

Freya had seen too many evil people, so Helen's eyes were not really enough to scare her.

She was happy to see Helen get defeated, but right now, she wanted to take a good look at her Alistair even more.

She softened her voice and spoke softly to Caelan, "Caelan, forget it, Dr Helen didn't mean it just now." "Caelan, can ...... can | hold Alistair?" "Don't worry, | won't hold Alistair for too long, I'll just hold him for a while, just a while!" Caelan really didn't want to let Freya hold Kieran's son, but seeing her face covered with red marks written with pleading, he couldn't say the words of refusal.

His eyes, harshly, swept over Dr. Helen's face, "Give Alistair to Stahler!" Dr. Helen was afraid that Freya would find the needle holes on Alistair's body, she subconsciously hugged the infant in her arms tightly, but seeing that Caelan didn't give her any chance to refuse, she still could only hand Alistair over to Freya.

"Alistair ......" Alistair was really light, he was much thinner than he had been a few days ago, but holding such a light Alistair in her arms, Freya's hands, however, could not control trembling.

She looked steadily at the baby in her arms, tracing his eyebrows with her eyes.

These were her Alistair's eyebrows, these were her Alistair's eyes, and his nose and mouth.

It was as if it was a smaller version of Kieran.

Her heart trembled, she had so many things she wanted to say to her Alistair, but her throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton, she couldn't say anything, she could only let her tears fall in big drops.

For the first tin all the tsince she had given birth to Alistair, she held him like this.

For the first time, she was able to take in his frown with abandon.

"Stahler ......" Freya had been shot twice a few days ago, her body was still very weak now, and Caelan was afraid that she might get tired, so he subconsciously wanted to hug over Alistair in her arms.

Freya thought he was going to steal Alistair from her again, and she hugged Alistair very tightly.

She lifted her face and her eyes were misted with pity, "Caelan, lethold Alistair for a little longer, okay? One minute, just one minute!" Caelan found that his heart, which was like a rock, could not restrain itself from becoming extra soft because of Freya.

When he met the begging in her eyes, he couldn't say no.

"Stahler, you still have injuries on your body, just don't tire yourself out." Seeing that Caelan had stopped snatching Alistair from her, Freya was finally able to take a closer look at her Alistair's face again.

A child grows particularly fast during the hundred days after birth.

Many little babies, by the tthey reach their hundredth day, can grow a lot.

But her Alistair was thin, as if her body was covered in bones.

But even so, she could see that her Alistair, with his long arms and legs, would certainly grow up to be as tall and imposing as his father.

Freya sat down on the edge of the bed, and she gently clutched Alistair's hand, which was really small and cold, with the appearance of being severely malnourished.

She took the opportunity to take Alistair's pulse, fortunately, although Alistair's body was a bit weaker, there were no illnesses on his body.

He was healthy.

"Alistair, it's mommy ......" Freya's tears fell.

The mother and son were linked, as if knowing that he was now in his real mother's arms, Alistair felt more secure, his eyes, in a rare moment, were no longer so empty, but had sof the life of a living person, even, he even looked at Freya.

But in a flash, he returned to that numb look, not sad, not happy, as if everything in heaven and earth had nothing to do with him.

Freya really wanted to hold Alistair like this, just tracing his eyebrows for the rest of her life.

But she had important things to do, so she took one more look at Alistair and then lifted his cuffs.

Alistair was wrapped in a small blanket, and the clothes he wore on his upper body had long sleeves that covered the back of his hands.

As soon as Freya lifted it, the back of his hand was exposed to her eyes.

Her eyesight was particularly good, plus being so close to the back of Alistair's hand, she could clearly see that the back of his hand was densely packed with tiny needle holes.

When she heard Mandy say that Dr. Helen had secretly stuck Alistair with needles, Freya had already prepared herself mentally, but when she saw the bruises on his body with her own eyes, she was still so distressed that she almost choked.

If Dr. Helen didn't like her, she could just cat her! Alistair was just a child! How vicious she must have been to do that to a child who didn't know anything! Suppressing the sharp pain in her heart, Freya fiercely pulled Alistair's cuff upwards, and indeed, the inside of his arm was also densely packed with needle holes.

So many needle holes, even if they kept sticking, for a while, it would be impossible to stick so many.

Moreover, such tiny needle holes recovered relatively quickly, Dr. Helen was every day torturing her Alistair! The intense hatred made Freya almost break down and go mad.

She lifted her face violently, her eyes red as she stared at Dr. Helen, "Helen, who told you to hurt my Alistair? I'll kill you!" Seeing a glass nearby, she grabbed it and smashed it hard into Dr. Helen's face.

Seeing that the needle hole she had put in Alistair's body had been discovered by Freya, Dr Helen could not help but feel nervous. She was racking her brain on how to conceal the needle hole when Freya had already turned on her, so much so that she did not even dodge the glass.

The glass hit Dr Helen's forehead so hard that in an instant, blood was seen on her forehead.

Dr Helen loved beauty and she was most proud of her flawless face.

When she touched the blood on her forehead, she screamed out at once.

"Freya, what are you doing! Are you crazy?!" "Cealan, this bitch is crazy! She attackedout of nowhere, look, my face is bruised by her! You can't indulge her like this anymore!"