His mind was now filled with the urge to destroy everything.

"Bradley, no, please, don't!"

She helplessly watched him kick Sean, the already weakened man. Sean coughed up a mouthful of blood.

If this continued, Sean would surely die.

Freya exerted all her strength to approach him, holding the needle packet in her palm, leaving a bloodstain with each step.

She staggered, ready to fall with every gust of wind.

Despite the risk of bleeding herself dry, all she wanted was to stop Bradley from harming anyone.

She slowly closed in, and when she was behind him, summoning the last of her strength, she unexpectedly jabbed the silver needle into the back of his neck.

The man's movements stopped!

He suddenly turned his head, his enraged pupils filled with hostility and murderous intent.

He stared at Freya for several seconds before reaching out and grabbing her neck.

Freya felt as fragile as paper, being lifted up entirely.

The air grew thinner, and she had no strength left. Her eyelashes trembled slightly before closing slowly.

"Leonard Newman, I'm… your wife."

She weakly uttered these words before falling into an endless unconsciousness.

And it was precisely this last sentence that snapped the tight string in Bradley's mind.

He looked at the woman lying on the ground, her face as pale as paper, blood still oozing from her waist, like flower buds approaching death.

"Freya…"

All irrationality vanished as Freya fell. He was completely awake now.

"Sean, save her!"

He roared angrily.

Sen had two ribs broken by him, and now he was in pain all over, finding it difficult to even stand up.

It took him a great effort just to stand steadily.

At this moment, not far away, the sound of a car engine came, and a black Hummer stopped by the roadside, followed by three people getting out of the car.

It was Xavier and Patrick.

Seeing Bradley's eyes bloodshot, Xavier furrowed his brows deeply.

Freya called him earlier, but she didn't say a word.

Vaguely hearing the sounds of fighting inside, he had Patrick track the location and found himself here.

They unexpectedly witnessed this scene.

"Freya, please don't leave me..."

Bradley held the unconscious Freya tightly, pleading with a tearful voice.

"Bradley, she's lost too much blood and needs urgent medical attention. Hurry, take her to bed," Xavier said, looking at the barely breathing Freya, quickly urging.

Supported by others, Sean's voice was hoarse, "Take her to the lab. I have the best equipment and medicine there."

Hearing this, Bradley carried Freya and ran like mad towards the laboratory.

Due to excessive blood loss, Freya was in great danger during the rescue.

The lab only had equipment but no blood bank. Freya urgently needed a blood transfusion.

Without hesitation, Bradley stepped forward and extended his arm, "Take mine."

"You can't, your blood is toxic."

"Take mine, I'm blood type O."

Gabriel, who had been silent, stepped forward.

In the end, Xavier drew blood from Gabriel and transfused it to Freya, stabilizing her vital signs.

But it didn't mean Freya was out of danger. Her injuries were severe, and it was hard to say when she would wake up.

As for Sean, he had two ribs broken.

His heart and lungs were also injured.

After all, at that time, Bradley had used excessive force and intended to kill him.

Bradley stayed by Freya's side, tightly holding her small hand.

He felt extremely distressed.

But more than that, he was remorseful.

He never thought he would harm her repeatedly.

If he hadn't come to his senses, was he planning to strangle her directly?

Thinking of this, Bradley was drenched in cold sweat.

"Don't worry, Freya will turn bad luck into good!"

Xavier came over, patting his shoulder. "Don't be too regretful. Your poison is too fierce. Once you get sick, you lose control. It's not easy to wake up from the brink of losing control."

"When will the antidote be developed?"

Bradley turned to look at Sean.

Seeing his gaze, Sean trembled in fear, "Don't look at me like that. I'm scared of you now. You've beaten me like this. I can't even pick up a scalpel now, let alone develop an antidote."

When he was beaten so brutally, he really thought he was going to die.

Although he only broke two ribs, it would take a hundred days for the injury to recover. His whole body was plastered, and he couldn't do anything at all.

"I'll assign Xavier to you. Guide him, and he'll help you develop the antidote with all his might."

Bradley said in a cold tone.

His temper had just been restrained earlier, but now he had actually lost control and killed someone. This was already very serious!

Moreover, he had almost injured his beloved woman!

"Let me rest for a few days, my whole body hurts now, and I need to rest."

Xavier led Bradley out to talk outside.

He also wanted to discuss his condition.

"Why did you suddenly lose control and hurt someone?" Xavier asked as soon as they were outside.

Bradley narrowed his eyes, carefully recalling the scene, "Mrs. Smith attacked Freya with a kitchen knife. When I saw the blood, my whole body boiled with rage. That kind of frenzy came very quickly, almost devouring all my rationality in an instant."

"So you were just filled with the desire to kill?"

"Yes, I couldn't control myself at all."

Xavier listened, feeling uneasy.

Going crazy at the sight of blood wasn't good at all.

"Besides going crazy, do you have any other adverse reactions?"

"I feel feverish all over, I want to tear everything apart, and I have a craving for blood."

Xavier's brow furrowed even deeper.

Suddenly, he thought of the incident in Solterra more than a decade ago.

The reason why the Long family was so rampant was because they had cultivated a "Beast Army."

It was called a Beast Army because the people in that army were like beasts.

Bloodthirsty and brutal!

And now, all of Bradley's behavior was just like those people from the Beast Army.

Thinking of this, Xavier's forehead was sweating coldly.

Although it was hearsay, Bradley's current behavior made him have to suspect the existence of the Beast Army.

"Bradley, I have to give you a warning. If you lose control again, we may have to take some tough measures. Be prepared in advance."

"What do you mean?"

"Lock you up in the basement, with reinforced locks."

Xavier was transparent about the situation.

He recognized that the intensity of Bradley's frenzy would escalate with every exposure to blood.

He had the potential to transform into a wild beast.

He couldn't stand by and allow Bradley to be manipulated as a pawn by Ian Logan.

Upon hearing this, Bradley came to understand the gravity of his condition.

If the respected Dr. Jackson proposed to confine him, it underscored the severity of the situation.

"Tell me honestly, can this illness of mine be cured?"