Flustered, Freya blushed, "Please stop teasing me. I'm covered in bandages all over right now. I hope he won't be in shock when he sees me."

Ella chuckled and pushed her out of the ward.

The TVs along the corridor were all broadcasting the live coverage of the press conference. Bradley, surrounded by reporters, looking fierce and intimidating.

However, only Freya knew that his madness was all because of her.

On the way to the Exhibition Centre, billboards around them are also showing scenes of the press conference.

Bradley sat on a wheelchair, his left hand on an IV drip. Bodyguards stood nearby, expressionless.

One could imagine how dire his condition was.

To avoid causing a scene, Ella parked the car about ten meters away from the venue. The two waited for the right moment to make their appearance.

Meanwhile, at the press conference venue, Bradley was seated on the stage.

Prominent figures from the city had also gathered. Many had received favours from Arthur and were prepared to witness Bradley's downfall. Of course, there were also those who saw this as an opportunity to curry favour with Bradley.

After all, he was now the helm of the Austin Corporation.

The crowd below buzzed with discussions, but Bradley remained calm, his gaze cold. He looked down at the watch on his wrist, furrowing his brows.

This was the first time Bradley had appeared in public in seven years.

In the past, people had avoided him as his was ugly. but today, him appearing at the press conference had still caused quite a stir.

Despite his pale complexion, his handsome appearance still stood out as the most eye-catching presence in the entire venue.

Flashes of cameras continued incessantly, as no one wanted to miss any of his actions.

Facing the commotion below the stage, Bradley remained impassive, his gaze cold. He lowered his head to look at his watch, furrowing his brows.

"Are they here?"

His assistant scanned the crowd below, eventually locking onto a spot in the middle and nodding, "Sir, Mr. and Mrs. Lawson are both present."

Bradley followed his gaze, his countenance growing even more frigid, before nodding in acknowledgment.

"Let us commence." he stated tersely.

With that, the assistant addressed the assembled audience, his voice projecting authority. "Greetings, esteemed guests. I am Harry Lewis, assistant to Mr. Austin. I extend my gratitude to each of you for gracing us with your presence at this significant event. Mr. Austin convenes this press conference with dual intentions: firstly, to declare his reinstatement as the CEO of the Austin Corporation, and secondly, to vindicate the honour of Miss Lawson's mother."

"As everyone knows, Miss Lawson had encountered an unfortunate incident two days prior and is presently unaccounted for. Driven by his profound love for his wife, Mr. Austin has resolved to unveil the truth before the eyes of the world, in his unwavering pursuit of justice."

As the assistant concluded his remarks, the expansive screens behind him suddenly illuminated, revealing the image of a woman.

Among the audience, numerous seasoned reporters and individuals familiar with the Lawson family recognized the woman on the screen after a brief moment of puzzlement. It was Charlotte Lawson, the lawful wife of Bruce Lawson.

The appearance of Charlotte Lawson's picture stirred up a commotion, evoking memories of the scandal she had caused, which had reverberated throughout the city when she betrayed Bruce Lawson.

Subsequently, Charlotte Lawson met her end in a tragic car accident, the details of her demise gruesome and horrifying. Even now, the mere recollection sent chills down the spines of onlookers.

Now, Bradley had chosen to display Charlotte's image, coupled with his assertion to absolve her name. Everyone present yearned to uncover the truth behind the events of that tumultuous period.

However, amidst the audience, only Bruce Lawson and Sophie Lawson bore expressions of extreme discomfort.

The incident had dealt Bruce Lawson a severe blow at the time, causing the stocks of the Lawson Corporation to plummet and making him the subject of widespread gossip.

He had believed that the passage of time had consigned this matter to oblivion, but he had not anticipated Bradley's decision to resurrect it in such a public forum.

Meanwhile, Sophie Lawson was fraught with nervousness. Despite Freya's demise, she couldn't shake the fear that Freya might have handed over all the evidence to Bradley. If that were the case, and Bradley exposed her crimes to the world, it would spell her downfall.

Not far away, Freya sat in the car, eyes glued to the live broadcast of the press conference on her phone. Tears welled up in her eyes as she saw her mother's image flash across the screen.

Freya had inherited her beauty from Charlotte Lawson. The pair of mother and daughter shared striking resemblances, particularly in their eyes, which sparkled with purity.

"Bradley is going all out. It seems that even without your presence today, he's determined to dismantle the Lawson family and bring justice to your late mother."

Freya's gaze shifted to Bradley's pallid face, and she felt an urge to reach out to touch him. This man had always surprised her with his unexpected gestures.

Indeed, he had already done so. Since the moment he appeared at the press conference with his injuries, he had touched her heart.

On the screen, Bradley's deep, cold voice suddenly echoed, and he directed his gaze towards the Lawson couple, his lips forming a slight curve.

"Dare I ask, Mrs. Lawson, how did you and Mr. Lawson come together all those years ago?"

The words pierced the air, causing not only Sophie Lawson's face to pale but also Bruce Lawson's to contort with discomfort.

Everyone knew that when Charlotte Lawson was still alive, Bruce Lawson openly brought his mistress home. Now, with Bradley posing such a question, it was undoubtedly a direct affront to the two.

Some busybodies chimed in, "How else could they have come together? Once she climbed into his bed, she became the lady of the house, and the legitimate wife was kicked out."

As these words spilled out, all attention turned towards Bruce Lawson and Sophie Lawson, even the journalists joining the fray.

"Mr. Lawson, was there more to Charlotte Lawson's death than meets the eye?"

"Mr. Lawson, were you unfaithful to your ex-wife Charlotte Lawson? Can you confirm this?"

The reporters' questions bombarded Bruce Lawson, leaving him at a loss for words.

It must be said, Bradley's move was astute. With just a single sentence, he shifted the focus of public opinion onto Bruce Lawson.

He was eager to see how Bruce Lawson would clear his name and what measures Sophie Lawson would take to conceal her crimes.

Bradley lifted his head, gazing towards the direction of the cameras, and suddenly, a smirk tugged at his lips, his mouth slightly parting.

While others might have been puzzled by his expression, Freya understood him instantly.

He was conveying through his eyes that no matter where she was, he had been waiting for her to return.

At that moment, tears blurred Freya's vision. Since her mother's passing, she had not experienced the sensation of being cared for, let alone the belief that someone awaited her return.

"Go ahead, he's waiting for you. Don't let him fight alone." Ella gently urged, patting her shoulder.