Sophie Lawson wasted no time, swiftly ending the call and transferring the promised money.

Her mind whirled with plans, envisioning Freya's humiliation on the mountain before her untimely demise.

Yet fate intervened, the car hurtling off the cliff before her scheme could unfold.

Though disappointed, Sophie savoured the satisfaction of Freya's supposed demise, believing her troubles finally extinguished.

As long as that little wench was dead, there would be no one left to threaten her.

Bradley's press conference three days later which was originally planned to deal with her, would now become Freya's memorial service.

That little wench dared to threaten her; this was her fate!

As Sophie left the Lawson family villa, her thoughts turned to her daughter, Lola Lawson. Resolved to care for her, she visited the secluded villa where Lola resided.

Bruce Lawson grappled with the decision to commit Lola Lawson to a psychiatric facility as her mental state deteriorated. Instead, he opted for a discreet solution, arranging for her care in a private villa alongside Wilson Williams. Despite the Lawson family's hardships, the couple found solace in each other's company, shielded from the uncertainties of their circumstances.

Sophie Lawson had finally come to terms with her situation. She realized that even if Wilson didn't divorce his wife, as long as he provided her with money every month, she and Lola could continue living in the private villa. To her, this arrangement was far better than staying at the Lawson's residence.

The vehicle soon stopped in front of a small villa. Sophie Lawson grabbed her purse and got out of the car, heading straight into the villa.

"How has Miss been these few days?" she asked the caretaker.

The caretaker shook their head. "I'm sorry, Madam. Miss's condition is still the same as before. She forgets what she says quickly and keeps saying strange things."

"What kind of things?" Sophie Lawson inquired.

The caretaker replied nervously, "She keeps saying someone is watching her, but there are only two of us in the house. Who could it be? I'm starting to wonder if this house is haunted."

"Nonsense! This is my villa. How could it be haunted?" Sophie Lawson glared at the caretaker, but deep down, she knew better than anyone that the person Lola mentioned was Charlotte Lawson.

If she wasn't mistaken, Freya must have used some trickery to drive Lola crazy. As for Charlotte, she had been dead for so many years. Even if she wanted revenge, she would have done it long ago. It was almost certain that Freya was playing tricks.

It was just pitiful that her daughter was scared. With her current condition, it seemed like her life was over.

"Lola, mom is here today to share some good news. Freya is dead!"

Sophie Lawson held Lola's hand and sat on the sofa, speaking in a light tone.

Lola's originally empty eyes suddenly lit up at these words. She clenched her fists tightly, gritting her teeth.

"Dead? Good! She should have died long ago!"

"Lola, do you know what Mom is talking about?" Sophie Lawson saw that Lola was no longer in a frenzy state, and a hint of joy couldn't be hidden on her face.

Lola remained silent. She gave her doll a hug and burst into giggles once more. But there was a glint of hatred in her eyes.

Sophie Lawson sighed disappointedly. "It's okay. Mom will definitely find a famous doctor to cure your illness. I won't let you stay like this forever."

Lola kept on humming a nursery rhyme, ignoring her mother, "Twinkle, twinkle, little star..."

The song echoed throughout the entire villa, and the caretaker hiding in the corner took out her phone and dialled a number.

"Miss Ella, Sophie Lawson came to the villa. She told Lola that Freya is dead!"

...

Elite Medical Centre.

Ella Fisher froze in place, her phone almost slipping from her hand.

"What did you say, Freya is dead?"

The voice on the other end replied, "Yes, those were Sophie Lawson's exact words."

"Alright. Keep an eye on this mother and daughter duo, and report to me immediately if anything happens!"

Ella hung up the phone in a fluster, then hurriedly dialled Freya's number.

The call ended with an unreachable tone.

Ella had a bad feeling. Freya had said she would come to see her in the morning, but now it was already past ten o'clock.

She was usually very punctual, and even if something came up, she would always give her a call.

With these thoughts in mind, Ella became increasingly uneasy. She grabbed her bag and left the clinic.

Zephyr Peak.

When Bradley arrived, Shadow was waiting for him halfway up the mountain.

Seeing him get out of the car, Shadow stepped forward respectfully and said, "Sir."

He noticed a dent in the front of the black Rolls-Royce, and Bradley's handsome face had several scratches, with even his arms bearing abrasions, some of which were bleeding profusely. Because he was wearing a black shirt, the bloodstains were not visible to Shadow, but the metallic scent of blood emanating from him was unmistakable.

Shadow could not see the bloodstains since he was wearing a black shirt, but he could smell the blood coming from him.

"Sir, you're injured."

"It's nothing, just a little accident on the way," Bradley replied, his face tense. On his way to Zephyr Peak, he had rushed through several red lights due to his anxiety, narrowly avoiding a collision with an oncoming pickup truck.

Fortunately, he managed to swerve in time; otherwise, it would have been a disastrous crash.

However, this collision had obviously aggravated his existing injuries, causing the wounds to reopen and bleed again.

Yet, Bradley couldn't afford to focus on his own injuries now; his mind was consumed with thoughts of Freya.

"Have you found madam?"

Shadow glanced ahead, his expression grave. "Based on my investigation, the car lost contact here, and the nearby railing has been damaged. It's clearly fresh. If I'm not mistaken, the car may have gone straight over the cliff from here."

Upon hearing this, Bradley's expression turned even darker.

He clenched his fists and strode towards the railing, overlooking the cliff from a high vantage point.

Below lay only rocks and branches, with the cliff's depth shrouded in darkness. If someone fell from here, there would only be one outcome.

Death.

Bradley felt a surge of blood to his head from throughout his body. A mouthful of blood spewed out uncontrolled from the strain in his chest.

"Send people down to search, we must find the living, or the dead!"

…

In his desperate search for Freya, Bradley disregarded his own injuries and deployed all the helicopters from the Royal Garden Mansion to search for her.

Shadow, concerned about his condition, called Xavier Jackson to come and personally dress his wounds. The two of them boarded a helicopter and flew aimlessly in the sky.

The sky above the capital was filled with the sound of helicopter blades.

Meanwhile, Gabriel Rousseau had mobilized all the manpower of Sigelac to secretly search for Freya throughout the city.

Within a few hours, news of Freya's disappearance spread throughout the city, even alerting the law enforcement in the capital.

The entire city was abuzz with discussions about the incident. While many envied the wealth and power of the Austin family, they also gossiped about Bradley's tragic loss of his wife.

Having lost his wife shortly after their marriage, outsiders became even more convinced that there was a curse surrounding Bradley, believing that any woman who got close to him would meet a tragic fate.