Even though his hands and legs were bound, he struggled relentlessly, attempting to break free from the iron chains.

With gritted teeth and a fierce roar, he exuded a destructive aura.

The room was shrouded in complete darkness, devoid of any light, making it impossible to see even one's own hand in front of their face.

Yet, the only source of illumination came from the faint red glow emanating from his eyes, sending shivers down one's spine.

From beyond the iron door, Bradley faintly heard Freya's cries, causing his heart to ache uncontrollably.

A touch of agony flickered in his crimson eyes as he clasped his head, striving to regain his composure.

He knew she must be deeply concerned about him.

Otherwise, she wouldn't be weeping so sorrowfully.

Though he attempted to calm himself, the overwhelming surge of pain coursing through his body quickly overpowered the rationality he had just regained.

No!

He was not a beast.

He was a man.

Despite his grievances, he had vowed to care for her.

How could he allow himself to descend into such degradation?

Yet, amidst the turmoil, a glimmer of hope emerged, gradually dissipating the blood-red hue in his eyes.

In anguish, he closed his eyes, seeking solace in memories to reclaim his rationality.

As his mind settled, thoughts of moments shared with Freya flooded his consciousness.

Had he not intruded into her room and stolen her first kiss, perhaps he would have treated her differently, like any other woman.

Sometimes he wondered how nice it would be if she remained naive forever.

He resolved to cherish and protect her for eternity.

And she would live happily ever after.

However, life offered no guarantees. Fate had intertwined their destinies, compelling them to stand by each other through thick and thin.

Unless she chose to forsake him, he would hold her hand steadfastly, refusing to let go.

Meanwhile, Freya wept until her tears ran dry.

The once deafening roar within him gradually subsided, replaced by heavy breathing.

"Freya, it seems to be working. Keep engaging with him to revive his rationality."

Xavier was surprised by this revelation.

He never expected that someone as unyielding as Bradley could be pacified by a few words from Freya.

With parched lips, Freya hoarsely addressed him.

"Leonard, can you hear me? Do you trust me? No matter what you become, I won't disdain you. In my heart, you'll always be the perfect man!"

"It's my fault, I'm inadequate. I couldn't cure you, but trust me, I'll find a way to heal you."

"Don't give up, alright? You're Leonard Newman. You still bear the vital responsibility of reclaiming Solterra. The departed souls of Solterra await your salvation. You mustn't falter, and you mustn't give up on me either."

Freya's voice reached the man's ears with clarity, each word articulated distinctly.

His foggy eyes gradually cleared, and the prominent veins on his neck slowly receded.

The heart, previously plunged into darkness, suddenly glimpsed a ray of light, illuminating the path ahead.

It felt as if he could see through the iron door, spotting the petite figure standing outside.

In that moment, all he wanted was to embrace her tightly, pulling her into his arms with strength.

Parting his parched lips, he spoke one word slowly.

"Freya…"

After enduring prolonged agitation and the strain of his shouting, his voice was hoarse.

A gentle call, neither too light nor too heavy, pierced through the iron door, reaching Freya's ears.

She hurried forward with joy, pressing her hand against the cold door, her voice choked with emotion.

"Honey, I'm here, I've always been here."

"I'm sorry…"

His voice was feeble, shattering her heart into pieces.

"I don't want your apologies, I just want you to be okay."

Their hands met over the iron door.

Her warmth seeped into his palm, delving deep into his heart.

A tear slid down Bradley's cheek, glimmering as it fell.

Xavier and Patrick stood behind, sharing the same unease.

The antidote failed, causing Bradley to fall into a manic state.

The brothers held him down forcefully and injected him with sedatives, but they still couldn't control him.

In the end, they had no option but to confine him there.

Unexpectedly, the man who had lost control of himself regained his senses, all thanks to Freya's gentle persuasion.

The most effective antidote, it seemed, wasn't any medication, but... Freya!

"He's back to normal now. Can I go in and see him?"

Freya looked earnestly at Gabriel, her eyes pleading.

She simply wanted to go in and check on him. He had been in so much pain just now, she could even hear him pounding on the wall.

He must be hurt.

Gabriel felt conflicted, glancing at Xavier and Patrick.

After they nodded, he reluctantly agreed.

As he was about to unlock the door, a voice of refusal suddenly came from inside the iron door.

"Don't let her in."

Freya became anxious, "Please, let me check on you, alright? I'll help with your wounds."

"I'm alright."

His voice came out hoarse.

He looked too disheveled at the moment; even if she didn't mind, he wouldn't want to appear in front of her like this.

Freya wanted to say more, but Gabriel stepped back with an apologetic expression.

"I'm sorry, Freya, Mr. Bradley doesn't want to see you. It's best for you to go back for now!"

Freya turned to Xavier, "When can he be released?"

"It depends. If he doesn't have any more episodes in the next few days, we'll naturally let him out."

"And if he has another outburst?"

"Then we'll continue to keep him confined until he stabilizes."

They had no choice but to resort to this plan.

Bradley's condition was so severe that if anyone discovered his condition, the consequences would be disastrous.

Upon hearing this, Freya clenched her fists tightly.

"I'll wait here until he comes out."

With that, she grabbed a chair and positioned herself directly by the door.

She couldn't bear the thought of leaving him alone to endure the darkness!

She had faith that her presence would hasten his recovery.

"Freya, we'll watch over him. You should go rest."

Patrick was concerned for her.

He knew she had been tirelessly battling Sharon's situation at the hospital without proper rest.

Freya had been visibly exhausted lately, her face pale from the strain.

He feared that if she continued like this, she would collapse before Bradley emerged.

But Freya smiled, "I just want to be with him. Nothing will change my mind."

With her husband locked away, she couldn't bear to leave him alone.

She was determined to face this ordeal with him.

Despite their attempts to persuade her, they could only resign themselves to her decision and leave.

The night is already very deep.

The basement grew darker, save for a beam of moonlight streaming in through the window, casting a glow on Freya's face.

Facing the light, she extended her hand with a smile, "Leonard, can you see it? The light has arrived, and the darkness is fading away."