My Talented Babies & Genius Wife

She dreamed that she too had reached the bottom of that cliff.

Below the cliff, there was scorching hot lava everywhere and she was running frantically on the ground sdistance away from the lava, trying to find Kieran.

The lava scorched the ground around her, and not an inch of grass grew around her.

She tore her heart out, calling out Kieran's name, and finally, she got a response from him.

She turned around suddenly and found, his body, plunging into the lava behind her.

The hot lava engulfed his body in an instant. She rushed over like a madman, trying to pull him out, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not grasp his hand.

She could only, in despair, watch him, plummeting fast, his body instantly roasted and aching.

In a daze, she heard his voice.

He said, Freya, | won't cback because, you didn't take care of our child.

He won't cback ......

She woke up, but body was still exhausted, but she could not sleep.

She had, indeed, failed to take care of their Alistair.

Alistair was still in the middle of a devil's cave, worse than death, and she knew how badly he was living, yet she could not change his situation.

But she would try, try to get her Alistair out, and when he was put to her side, she would still find a way to escape this hellhole and go out and wait for him to cback and be reunited.

He had clearly promised her that he would cback, how could he say, he wouldn't cback! The pain that plucked at her flesh spread rapidly down Freya's heart, and she clutched it hard, murmuring Kieran's nover and over again.

It seemed that she had had enough of shouting his name, and she started shouting Alistair again.

Perhaps it was really the pain that attacked her heart, this time, without using a blood pack, Freya spat out blood.

After vomiting blood, it was as if all of Freya's strength had also been vomited out, and she lay back on the bed in a state of disarray, drifting off to sleep.

Freya's wounds, which had recovered quite well, becinfected after she vomited blood this time, not knowing what happened.

The wound becinfected, triggering inflammation, she launched a high fever, and for several days her consciousness was in complete chaos.

In a daze, he heard Caelan's heartfelt voice, saying, "Stahler, get well soon! As long as you can get better, | promise you everything! Freya laughed bitterly in her heart, "Promiseeverything?” Can he promise to give her back Alistair and let her go? He wouldn't promise that, so she didn't want to wake up.

The doctor who treated her this twas obviously not Dr. Helen, because what she heard, in her drowsiness, was a man's voice.

She was curious as to what kind of man Caelan had asked to treat her, but she was really too exhausted to open her eyes.

Freya had been sick this time, tossing and turning for four or five days, and during these days, Caelan had been at her side.

When Mandy saw her master, who had always been cold-hearted, being this anxious for a woman, she felt amazed.

But she knew in her heart that no matter how good her master was to Freya, it was impossible for them to be together.

Because, he hurt her too much, and Freya would not accept him.

When Freya woke up this time, Caelan was not in her room, there was a big event on his side and an urgent meeting had to be held, that's why he was away for a while.

Seeing Freya wake up, Mandy was so happy that she kept dropping tears.

"Dr. Stahler, you're finally awake! Do you know that when | woke up that morning, | saw a big patch of blood on your quilt, | was really scared to death!" "Dr. Stahler, the doctor said that you would suddenly be so sick because you were depressed, and you should go out more and relax." "It's a nice day, Dr. Stahler, lethelp you go out to get ssunshine!" "Go out?" Freya froze, "Mandy, I'm imprisoned here by Caelan, | can't get out!" "Dr. Stahler, | forgot to tell you, Mr. Harper said that you can move around inside the ancient castle as you please from now on." Mandy quietly looked at Freya as she continued, "Dr. Stahler, actually Mr. Harper really cares about you! But | know that it's useless for him to care about you, because in your mind, he's a bad person! There's no way you can accept him!" "If | were you, there's no way I'd accept Mr. Harper either! Whoever causesto be separated from my children and my husband, | will hate him for the rest of my life!" "Kieran will cback, and our family will be reunited." Freya spoke stubbornly.

After staying in this room for so long, Freya was bored out of her mind. She moved her body and found that, apart from being weak, it didn't really affect her movement.

When she got out of the blanket, Mandy had already prepared clean clothes for her.

The climate here was as warm as spring in all seasons, and what Mandy had prepared for Freya was a simple white dress.

Anyway, her face had becso ugly that Freya didn't really have any requirements for what to wear.

She had always wanted to formulate an antidote to cure her face as soon as possible, but she was in the hands of Caelan again, and her desire to cure her face was even more out of reach.

Mandy was not exaggerating, the weather today was really exceptionally good, the sunshine sprinkled on the body, warm and comfortable, she could forget the worries for a while.

The old castle was really very large, and after leading Freya around for a long time, he had not yet reached the end of the garden.

Mandy was particularly fond of flowers, and she was as happy as a bird when she looked around at the gorgeous blooming flowers of all colours.

"Dr. Stahler, look, this is lavender! | used to watch a TV show and got hooked on lavender! Dr. Stahler, this huge expanse of lavender looks beautiful?" This sea of lavender flowers was, indeed, beautiful, and the faint fragrance lingered on the tip of one's nose, making one feel relaxed.

The other flowers around were also beautiful, red, purple, pink, yellow, and even black, each with their own style and beauty.

Only, when she saw one person, Freya was no longer in the mood to enjoy the beauty.

Dr Helen.

In her arms, she was still holding Alistair.

After not seeing him for a few days, she found that Alistair's face looked even smaller, and he was so skinny that he was akin to a skeleton.

Seeing Alistair in this state, Freya could guess how badly he had been living.

She had to make a plan to snatch Alistair from her! Seeing Freya staring at Alistair in her arms, the corners of Dr Helen's lips rose up wistfully.

"Freya, don't you think that your Alistair looks particularly pitiful? He's really pitiful! Anorexic at such a young age, no matter how much we feed him, he won't open his mouth!" "If Cealan hadn't had him given regular nutritional injections, he would have starved to death already!" Helen lowered her eyes as she gently pinched Alistair's face, "Freya, tell me, how can | torture your child better since you upsetso much?!"