My Talented Babies & Genius Wife

It had been many years since Freya had shed so many tears since Bernice's death.

What's with all the tears!

However, even if she dried her tears, Mr. Fitzgerald would not be able to return.

Freya humbly hoped that a miracle will happen, so that Mr. Fitzgerald will suddenly wake up, even if it is a fraudulent

corpse, she is not afraid, but he will not open his eyes anymore.

Patricia had fainted from crying, Jayla cried so hard that her eyes were swollen, and Jaden also wanted to cry.

But even with his eyes red, he did not let the tears fall.

Mum, sister, grandmother and aunt were all crying so hard, they were so uncomfortable, he had to go and coax

them!

He is the bravest man in the family apart from his grandfather, he has to be strong to hold up their family!

"Mommy, don't cry, will you stop crying?" Seeing Freya crying so hard, Jayla hurriedly went to comfort her.

But before she could even coax Freya into a good fit, she was already crying again.

"Mommy, don't cry, daddy must not want you to feel so bad." Jaden tried to hold back his tears and said to Freya

like a little adult, "Mommy, you have to be strong, even if it's for me and Jayla, you still have to be strong!"

Freya knew that she should be strong, even for her children, who had lost their father forever, and she had to be

stronger to give them the warmth of home.

But being strong seems easy, but it's really hard to do.

She was strong. There were times when she was indestructible after the death of her mother, the turning of her

brother into a vegetable, and the betrayal of her boyfriend and sister.

But this man, little by little, melted all her strength, he had spoiled her so much that she had forgotten how to be

strong, and now, he left her..

Mr. Fitzgerald , please come back, okay?

Freya only shouted in her heart over and over again.

But he, after all, did not return.

Three months later.

When the cast of "The Mythical Doctor" was closed, Catherine invited everyone to join her to the Blue.

Freya didn't like this kind of entertainment, but this was after all the party of the crew, and Catherine had

specifically asked her to make sure she went there, so she couldn't reufuse, and after giving Jaden and Jayla a call,

she still went to the Blue.

After Kieran's car accident, Patricia asked Freya to move back in with her. Even if Kieran was gone, the fact that

Freya was her daughter-in-law could not be changed, and she wanted to help Freya take care of the two little ones.

Freya had a misunderstanding with Patricia before, but after the misunderstanding was cleared, their relationship

grew better and better, not like mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, but more like mother and daughter.

She also appreciated Patricia's kindness, but she preferred to stay at Kelsington Bay villa.

Here, there are traces of her sweet time with Kieran everywhere, and she lives in Kelsington Bay, as if, Kieran is still

alive.

She could, too, pretend he was still alive.

Only by pretending that he was away on business and that she was the wife waiting for him to return home, could

Freya have the strength to live on.

Deep in her own thoughts, Freya was lost in her walk, not realising that she had accidentally bumped into the man

walking towards her.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Not wanting to make more trouble, Freya apologised to the man she had bumped into, and when she lifted her

face, all she could feel was that time seemed to stand still in this moment.

Mr. Fitzgerald!

The person standing in front of her was actually Mr. Fitzgerald!

"Mr. Fitzgerald!" Freya jumped into his arms and hugged him hard.

"Mr. Fitzgerald, I knew that you wouldn't leave me! I knew that you would definitely come back!" Freya was afraid

that like countless dreams, she had already used all her strength to hug Kieran, but he would still dissipate from her

arms, she hugged him even harder, hating that she could not burrow into his flesh and blood, in that way, they

would never be separated again.

After the ecstasy, Freya's heart was filled with indescribable grievances, "Mr. Fitzgerald, you're obviously still alive,

why didn't you come to me? Do you know how hard it is for me to lose you?"

Freya felt that just saying that it was hard was not enough to describe the life she felt when she lost him, so she

added, half petulantly, half complainingly, "Mr. Fitzgerald, I'm dying of hardness!"

"But as long as you're alive, even if you don't come to me and you make it hard for me, I won't blame you."

"Mr. Fitzgerald, as long as you come back!"

Tightly pressing her head in front of his tight, strong chest, greedily sniffing the faint grassy scent of his body that

was familiar to her, Freya's heart was satisfied.

She really wanted, for this moment, to be a moment forever.

Only, before she could properly feel the long-lost warmth, her body, was thrown to the ground by the man in front

of her without mercy.

"You've got the wrong person! I don't know you!"

The pain in her body caused Freya to have a brief moment of bewilderment, this was indeed Mr. Fitzgerald without

a doubt, even if there were two people in the world who looked exactly the same, the feeling they gave off could

not be exactly the same.

With that kind of deep love, there was no way she could have mistaken him, she was beyond sure that this was Mr.

Fitzgerald!

But why would Mr. Fitzgerald, who was so gentle to her, be so rude to her and say that she had mistaken her for

someone else?

Freya's heart was so aggrieved that she couldn't care less about the pain in her body, she pitifully got up from the

ground and clutched his hand hard.

"Mr. Fitzgerald, I know you don't like me always calling you Mr. Fitzgerald, but I'm so used to it, it's so hard to change

that!"

Freya forced down the embarrassment of being dropped on the ground in public as she continued to smile and said

to him, "Mr. Fitzgerald, I'm your wife! Honey, you've finally come back!"

Freya hugged him hard again, "I knew that if I would wait, you would come back!"

"Let go!"

The cold, icy voice made Freya shiver in control.

It was so cold, without a trace of emotion, not like a disguise, but how could the Mr. Fitzgerald speak to her in such a

voice?

"Mr. Fitzgerald, what's wrong with you? How did you ......"

Before Freya could finish her words, she was once again unceremoniously slammed to the ground, "Get lost!"

Freya's eyes were sore and tears rolled down uncontrollably.

She had imagined countless times that a miracle would happen and that she and Mr. Fitzgerald would be reunited.

Every image she imagined was sweet and warm, and she never dared to think that Mr. Fitzgerald would tell her to

get lost without expression.

And he dropped her.

It was only after a long time that Freya found her voice, and her voice choked as she asked, "Mr. Fitzgerald, what's

wrong with you? I made you angry, didn't I? Why do you want me to get lost?"