Although she felt sympathetic towards Lance's situation, it didn't mean she would change her mind.

Bradley's illness was a constant worry for her; she couldn't find peace until it was cured.

All her energy was focused on him now, with no spare time to deal with Cloudstone's affairs.

Seeing her resolute stance, Lance couldn't help but feel disappointed.

This legend in the software world was fading away, and he couldn't help but feel it was a pity.

Freya didn't stay long, leaving Cloudstone with the medicinal materials.

She rushed back to the clinic as soon as possible.

Ella had tried all the medicinal materials, but they still didn't achieve the expected results.

"I think these medicinal materials are either extremely rare or utterly worthless."

Ella handed her the experimental results.

She quickly scanned through them and quickly saw the bottom.

None of the effects were as expected. it seemed all these materials could be ruled out.

"I've just received a lot of medicinal materials from Lance. I'll conduct further experiments. If we still can't find a solution, we'll have to think of another way."

Freya entered with a large bag of medicinal materials.

Fenton Pharmaceutical Group might hold some unexpected surprises.

Freya put on her white coat again, sorted all the materials, and started a new experiment.

She became so engrossed in her work that she didn't even notice when Bradley arrived.

She was so focused that she didn't even drink.

He felt a pang of discomfort seeing her once again ignoring him.

He poured her a glass of water and brought it over, softly suggesting, "Take a break before you continue. I'll stay here with you tonight."

It was only then that Freya came to her senses, looking up at the man beside her.

"When did you arrive?"

She glanced at him briefly, then lowered her head to continue her work.

"An hour ago."

Seeing she was too busy to drink water, he fetched a straw and inserted it into the cup, bringing it to her lips for her to sip.

Freya took a few sips to moisturize her dry throat. She suddenly felt very thirsty and quickly drank the whole glass of water.

"Would you like more?"

Bradley asked considerately.

Shaking her head, Freya replied, "No need. Go attend to your own matters; don't worry about me."

"Alright, I'll have someone bring food later, and I'll call you when it's ready."

Observing her intense concentration, Bradley refrained himself from interrupting her.

He recognized that all her efforts were for his ailment.

He felt incapable of adding any more weight to her load at this juncture.

Yet, witnessing her worn-out face and frail frame stirred deep sympathy within him.

Promptly, he tasked Harry with delivering all the necessary documents to the clinic.

Seated on the couch, he attended to the paperwork in silence, stealing occasional glances in her direction.

The expansive laboratory remained hushed, punctuated only by the rustle of their note-taking and the rhythm of their breaths.

It was then that Bradley's phone buzzed with a message.

It was from his bodyguard.

The message stated that the food had been delivered to the laboratory entrance for him to retrieve.

Bradley rose quietly and opened the door, taking the food from the bodyguard's hands before gently closing the door again.

He had instructed the bodyguard not to knock, opting instead to send a text when delivering food to avoid disturbing Freya's work.

He placed the food neatly on the table.

Then he approached the petite figure at the experimental bench, embracing her gently. "Have some food before you get back to work."

Freya had just completed an experiment, the results of which were disappointing.

Despite feeling disheartened, she nodded, not wanting to burden Bradley further. "I happen to be hungry. I'll have two portions of food."

The table was adorned with an array of dishes, all prepared according to her taste.

Freya approached, the rich aroma tantalized her senses.

Her taste buds were aroused, which also affected her hunger.

She consumed a hearty portion of the meal before immediately immersing herself back into her work.

Bradley reclined on the sofa, attending to his work, yet his thoughts remained with Freya.

The woman stood at the experimental bench, quietly and calmly conducting her experiments.

After completing each task, she diligently took notes, occasionally furrowing her brows in contemplation.

The laboratory lights illuminated her porcelain-like face, enhancing its delicate features. Her petite nose and occasionally pursed lips exuded a subtle radiance.

Her hands, slender and fair, with long and clean nails, possessed a delicate beauty.

Bradley found himself unable to focus on his work, lazily lounging on the sofa and fixating his gaze on Freya, who was engrossed in her tasks.

This was the first time he had seen the little woman working.

She was very focused and serious, which made her quite endearing.

Freya quickly moved on to the second experiment. She couldn't help but turn her head and glance at the man sitting on the sofa, who was watching her work with fascination and tenderness.

He elegantly crossed his legs, his figure lazy, the black shirt unbuttoned two buttons, emitting a sexy hormone all over his body.

Freya smiled at him and then withdrew her gaze to continue working.

It was already very late at night.

When the clock on the wall pointed to one in the morning, Freya looked up again.

She saw Bradley leaning on the sofa asleep, his hands still crossed over his chest.

The man's face looked so tired, obviously having had a nightmare, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

Freya put down her work carefully and approached him.

She took out a tissue and gently wiped the sweat from his face.

At that moment, still asleep, the man suddenly hugged her and murmured softly, "Freya, don't leave me..."

His eyes remained closed, but the strength of his embrace was so strong that it made her feel suffocated.

She hugged his waist back and gently patted his back, "I'm here, not going anywhere."

Perhaps her comfort had an effect as the lines on the man's face softened a bit.

He fell back into his slumber.

This time, it was obviously a dream of something beautiful, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

Freya lowered her head and gently kissed his forehead, whispering softly,

"Good night, honey."

She brought a blanket to cover him and then returned to the workbench.

There were a total of twenty-four medicinal herbs given to her by Lance, and she had to finish them all before dawn.

None of the medicinal materials had achieved the expected results, so she pinned all her hopes on the last six.

…

Early the next morning.

Freya still hadn't slept.

Having spent the entire night completing her experiments, she eagerly awaited the outcome of the last medicinal ingredient, anticipating a well-deserved rest.

Stretching lazily, she cast her eyes upon the man resting on the sofa.

Throughout the night, he had murmured her name.

It prompted her to pause her work and administer acupuncture to aid his sleep.

Ever since the poison injection, he had become more prone to irritability and disturbed sleep patterns.

However, the acupuncture had proven effective, allowing him to drift into a deeper slumber and remain undisturbed for a while.

Glancing at the clock, Freya noted the early hour, indicating it was already past five in the morning.

She proceeded to check the test results of the final medicinal ingredient, and in that moment, her pupils constricted—