"Alright, give me a week, and I'll have an answer for you."

Freya swiftly left the lab.

When she emerged, Bradley was still asleep, so she hurried back to bed before he woke up.

She didn't want him to have another bout of paranoia about her whereabouts and cause a scene.

However, when she returned, he was already awake.

Sitting on the bed, his face was dark, and his gaze was filled with suspicion.

"Where did you go so early in the morning?"

"Nowhere, just went outside for some fresh air."

"Is that so? I looked everywhere for you but couldn't find you. Where did you go for fresh air?"

He pressed on, his eyes glinting with hostility.

Freya quickly sat beside him, holding his hand and shaking it. "Honey, I suddenly feel bored here. Let's go home."

Since Sean promised an answer within a week, she decided not to disturb him for a few days.

Besides, the bed here was uncomfortable, and she couldn't stand the squeaking noises.

"Alright, let's go home."

He domineeringly picked her up and strode towards the door.

Suddenly, a figure rushed towards them.

Just as it reached them, it stumbled and fell.

Freya squinted and saw that it was Mrs. Smith.

She was soaked, her hair tangled, her face ghostly pale, resembling a lost soul.

"Freya, please save Simon. His fever won't go down, and if it continues, he'll become brain-damaged."

"Did you ever think of saving me when I was brain-damaged?"

Freya gestured for Bradley to put her down, then looked down at Mrs. Smith with disdain.

If she had shown even a little kindness back then, she wouldn't have ended up brain-damaged.

But this poisonous woman still left her out in the rain, like a stray dog.

She would never forget the day when only Little Ash stayed by her side, whimpering pitifully.

Even a dog knew she was sick, but what about the Smith family?

They were all feasting at home, oblivious to her condition.

With a fever of over forty degrees, she lay in the rain while Little Ash shielded her from it.

She thought she was going to die, but God spared her and let her live again.

Now that Simon was sick, what did it have to do with her?

Freya couldn't be bothered to look at Mrs. Smith any longer and walked past her.

Just then, Mrs. Smith suddenly rushed towards her with a kitchen knife in hand.

"Freya, since you won't let me live in peace, I'll take you down with me!"

The gleaming knife flashed, and Freya barely dodged it. The blade slashed across her waist.

Blood sprayed and stained Bradley's eyes red. He stormed forward and kicked Mrs. Smith hard, sending her flying.

As Freya collapsed, Bradley's forehead bulged with veins, his fists clenched tightly.

Kicking Mrs. Smith wasn't enough; he went mad, lifting her up high.

Several days without an episode, but a little blood was all it took to trigger his inner beast.

Mrs. Smith was terrified, struggling desperately.

But his strength was overwhelming, and her struggles were futile.

Freya was severely injured, blood gushing out like a fountain.

She struggled to open her eyes, trying to get up but feeling weak. She watched helplessly as Bradley went berserk, gasping for breath in urgency.

"Brad… Bradley…"

Due to the artery being injured, she was extremely weak from the excessive blood loss, making it difficult for her to speak.

But she couldn't bear to watch him lose control and kill someone!

Just as she desperately tried to stop him, Sean suddenly ran over from nearby.

He had just made a new discovery and wanted to inform Freya immediately, but he didn't expect to see this scene.

Seeing Freya lying on the ground and Bradley going berserk, intent on killing someone, Sean rushed over.

However, the frenzied Bradley showed no trace of humanity.

As Sean approached, Bradley kicked him to the ground with a single blow.

Sean was a researcher, lacking any combat skills.

The kick broke several of his ribs, and he coughed up blood.

With his eyes bloodshot, Bradley saw everyone as enemies. He quickly released Mrs. Smith and strode towards Sean, delivering a series of fierce kicks.

Seeing this, Freya panicked.

If this continued, Sean would lose his life.

She was still waiting for Sean's antidote; he must not be harmed.

Summoning her courage, Freya pinched her own wound. It hurt so much that she gasped for breath, but it helped her regain some consciousness.

With great effort, she climbed to her feet and staggered towards Bradley.

"Bradley, please... stop!"

As she moved, the blood from her waist flowed even faster.

Bradley's heart clenched as he glanced back, seeing a fragile figure standing in the wind, looking as if she could be blown away like a piece of paper at any moment.

"Honey, look at me. I'm Freya, your wife. Don't you remember?"

Despite her weakened state, Freya continued to approach.

Her vision swam, everything appearing blurry.

But she knew she couldn't collapse. If she did, Bradley would go on a rampage.

She couldn't bear to watch him covered in blood; she had to awaken his consciousness.

He was human, not a beast!

"I'm in pain. Would you come and hold me?"

She opened her arms to him, a gentle smile on her lips.

The crimson color in Bradley's eyes dissipated slightly.

When he saw the figure ahead stagger and fall, he felt as if his heart had been torn apart.

He ran towards her with large strides.

"Freya…"

He murmured her name softly, brushing away the stray strands of hair from her forehead. His deep gaze remained bloodshot.

"It's me, Freya. I'm right here with you. Don't be afraid."

Freya leaned against him, feeling the scorching heat emanating from his body, as if he could burn her alive.

"Let's go home, okay? I'm so tired, I want to sleep."

With the wound on her waist so deep and the amount of blood lost unknown, Freya felt completely weak, her entire weight pressing down on the man.

Bradley held onto her waist, feeling a sticky sensation in his palm and the pungent smell of blood in his nostrils.

The bloodthirsty desire surged in his chest, driving him mad!

The clearness in his eyes, just regained, quickly turned blood-red again.

He looked down at the woman in his arms, the veins on his arms bulging.

He couldn't control himself.

"Freya, run!" He pushed her away forcefully, clutching his head and roaring hoarsely, like a wild beast on the verge of losing control.

As Freya was pushed away, she fell to the ground, her already blurred consciousness gradually fading.

She watched as the towering figure before her split in two.

She bit her lip tightly, trying to stay awake.

Her hand found the needle pack on her body, and she pulled out two needles and jabbed them into the back of her hand to prevent herself from fainting.

After losing control, Bradley continued to approach Sean step by step.