"Well, I can't stop your decision, but I'm worried about Juliet. She cut her wrists today, and who knows if she'll attempt suicide by overdosing on medication every day? I think you should send her to see a psychiatrist."

Xavier hadn't slept all night and he was exhausted.

"Let's follow the doctor's orders for now. If necessary, we can call in a psychologist or send her to the psych ward. I'm worried she won't be able to handle it." Bradley sighed and checked the time on his watch.

It's already three a.m.

"You stay here and watch over her. I need to go back." Freya was about to wake up. She had been through so much. He needed to be the first person she saw when she woke up.

"If you go back now, Juliet will make a scene."

Xavier had a headache. Dealing with her annoyance and tears all night had almost driven him crazy.

"I'll talk to her."

After saying that, he forced himself to his feet and walked out the door.

Juliet quickly returned to the bed after hearing footsteps and eavesdropping outside the door.

She deliberately pulled at the bandage on her wrist, gritted her teeth, and pressed on the wound. Soon, the white bandage was stained red with fresh blood.

Bradley frowned at the scene when he came out.

...

Freya couldn't fall back asleep after she woke up.

She waited in bed until daylight, but Bradley had not returned.

He left in such a rush last night. What on earth was he going to do?

She tried to get up, but her body was so sore that even the slightest movement was excruciating. Last night's events flashed through her mind. Kai had beaten her repeatedly, her hands bound with a belt, rendering her immobile. Just as he was pinning her down, someone suddenly burst in and kicked Kai away.

Bradley even shot Kai.

Then, a wave of yellow memories washed over her.

She kept calling Bradley "hubby" and continuously seduced him. They even ended up carousing.

Freya's face flushed, her heart raced, and her legs weakened as she thought about this.

How could she be so shameless as to continue embracing a man and deliberately seeking pleasure?

Despite the drug's effect, it was still too intense. Freya wasn't sure what Bradley was thinking, but he didn't take her immediately.

As she was thinking about this, there was a knock on the door. Frederick's voice came from outside.

"Madam, are you awake?"

"Yes, I am," Freya responded.

"Your friend is here. She said she's coming to check your wound."

"Let her in." Her body was uncomfortable, and she didn't want to move.

Ella gently pushed the door open and walked toward Freya after closing the door behind her.

"How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine, just a little sore all over."

"Did you and Bradley do it?" Ella said with a straight face.

Instead, Freya blushed and hit her with her little fist. "No way."

"Oh, then he's not good enough?" Ella said expressionlessly.

She said it so calmly, as if she wasn't embarrassed.

Freya's face was burning.

Was he not good enough?

Who made her so painfully alive that day?

He could leave her half-dead in bed with his strength.

Freya patted her burning face and scolded, "Stop talking. It's embarrassing."

"What's so embarrassing about it? I believe you took the lead in the situation yesterday." Ella blinked. Kai gave her three or four times the amount of medicine to stimulate her.

Such a strong medicine could instantly turn even the purest maiden into a temptress.

Primarily, upon facing her lover, she would attack him immediately.

"Ella." Freya felt like she couldn't go on with this conversation.

She couldn't face anyone after being teased like this, wildly since the image of yellow paint was swirling in her mind that morning.

Ella chuckled softly and noticed she was about to crawl into a hole. "Alright, let me take a look at your wound first."

Bradley was a very possessive man. He wouldn't let a male doctor help Freya, so he had her come over.

Freya's injuries were not serious, but she was sore from the strenuous exercise.

"You are something. You should have told Mr. Bradley when you're in a situation like last night." Ella said as he helped her apply the medicine.

Freya pursed her dry lips and spoke hoarsely, "I didn't think that much about it. I've always been alone, so I'm used to handling things independently."

"But you're not alone anymore. You don't know how scary Bradley was last night. He killed those gangsters directly and there was blood everywhere. The worst was Kai, the one who bullied you. It was unbearable to watch."

Ella shuddered as she remembered the scene.

Though she had long known that Bradley was involved in both the legal and illegal worlds, she had never seen him kill. He was like a wild beast, vicious and ruthless, like a demon from hell.

He was bloodthirsty and terrifying.

"He must love you very much. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so angry. And Bruce's fate was even worse. He was cut up and thrown to the mountains to feed the wolves."

Freya's brows furrowed in surprise. "You're saying Bradley killed Bruce?"

"Yes, didn't he tell you?"

Freya shook her head.

She had been unconscious since she returned home last night. She vaguely heard someone talking to her, but Bradley hadn't returned since she woke up.

They had yet to speak to each other.

Bruce deserved to die.

Even if Bradley didn't kill him, she would kill this bastard herself.

"Are you still going to the Cloudstone party tomorrow like this?" Ella asked as he reapplied the medicine for her.

They were just surface bruises. They would heal in a few days.

"I have to go. I promised Michael Hayes I would help him get the Austins' contract, and I can't break my word." Freya licked her lips, feeling thirsty.

Ella saw this and quickly went to pour her a glass of water. She tested the temperature before handing it to Freya.

Freya gulped it down, feeling the cool water soothe her parched throat.

"Do you need anything else?"

Freya shook her head. "No, thanks."

"Get some rest then. I have to head back to the clinic." Ella packed up his medical kit and left.

The room was deserted after her departure, leaving Freya lonely.

She needed to find out where Bradley had gone and why he had yet to return.

She picked up her phone and was about to call him when the screen lit up.

Freya blinked in surprise. Just as she was thinking about him, he called. Was this some telepathy?

She swiped the screen to answer but then remembered the events of last night. Her face flushed and her heart started to race. She felt so weak that she could barely hold the phone.

After hesitating for a moment, she finally answered the call.

"Brad ..."

"May I speak to Ms. Freya, please?"

A charming feminine voice suddenly came over as she was about to speak.

Freya's hand trembled.

She moved her phone away to recheck the number. It was indeed Bradley's number.

She frowned. "It's me. Who are you?"

"Didn't Bradley tell you? I'm his sister."