This villa, too, belonged to Bradley.

While its expanse didn't rival that of the Royal Garden Mansion, its decor and layout were exquisitely crafted.

Servants offered to accompany Freya, but she declined.

Instead, she strolled alone along the cobblestone path, bathed in the morning's gentle sunlight.

The air was crisp, the surroundings serene—a picturesque scene reminiscent of the Royal Garden Mansion, nestled against the mountains.

Freya found herself contemplating the significance of both residences being situated against the mountains.

Before she could delve further, a figure darted toward her.

"Who are you?"

A young boy stood before her, his sparkling eyes akin to black gems.

Freya's face lit up at the sight of the adorable child. "I'm Freya. And you?"

"My name is Matthew."

In contrast to the boy's name, Freya was more intrigued by the child's background.

She gently inquired, "Matthew, how did you come to be here? Where are you parents?"

"I have several daddies, which one are you asking about?"

Freya's curiosity piqued further upon hearing the boy's response. "Can you tell me about all of your daddies?"

The boy's eyes twinkled mischievously.

"Sure! My first daddy is called Gabriel, my second daddy is Xavier, my fourth daddy is Patrick, and the most powerful one is my third daddy, Leonard."

???

Before she could unravel the mystery, a nanny caught up with them.

Spotting Freya, she nodded politely. "Madam, Sir Matthew ran out on his own. I'll take him back right away."

"Wait a minute."

Freya interjected, halting the nanny and gesturing towards Matthew. "What's going on with this child?"

The nanny thought Matthew had caused trouble and offended the lady of the house, so she knelt down in fear.

"Madam, Matthew is still young and doesn't know any better. If he has offended you, I'll take all the blame."

Yesterday, Sir Newman had said that an important lady of the house would come to the villa, so they should take good care of her.

Later, she found out that this lady of the house was actually the wife of the Sir Newman.

Just a moment ago, she had been catching butterflies with Matthew in the garden when he suddenly spotted the madam and darted over here.

Seeing the nanny's frightened expression, Freya smiled helplessly. "You've misunderstood. I'm not blaming you. I just want to know about this child."

After speaking, she personally helped the nanny up.

She didn't like others kneeling to her. She believed it was bad luck.

The nanny was pleasantly surprised. Women from these noble families were usually very harsh and difficult to get along with.

She didn't expect this lady of the house to be so kind and easy to get along with.

"Matthew is a child adopted by the Sirs. He has been living here for several years."

Freya nodded, before reaching out and touched the boy's hair. "How old are you now, Matthew?"

"Five years old."

The little guy held up five fingers.

"Such a big boy!" Freya really liked this cute little man.

She gestured for the nanny to go and play with Matthew herself.

The two of them went to the garden to catch butterflies.

Matthew chased after butterflies with his net all over the place, getting sweaty with his soft hair shining in the sun.

Seeing him running around, Freya asked with a smile, "Matthew, do you like butterflies?"

"Yes!"

"Let me catch them for you, okay?"

"The butterflies always fly so high, can you catch them?" Matthew looked skeptical.

Freya smiled mischievously. "Trust me. I am very good at it."

"Really? Better than my third daddy?"

Matthew was full of pride when he mentioned Bradley.

To him, Bradley was the most powerful daddy in the world.

Among the four daddies, he admired the third daddy the most.

"Maybe not, but I definitely won't be far from him." Freya patted her chest.

In the past, she had endured humiliation and hardship in the countryside to seek revenge.

After marrying into the Royal Garden Mansion, she had been worried about exposing her true abilities and had always hidden her strength.

But now, she had no reason to continue burying her head in the sand.

Since you think you're so powerful, then catch that butterfly for me!" Matthew pointed to a butterfly with red and green wings not far away.

Freya blinked, and her figure flickered.

Due to the dance classes since young, her body was extremely flexible. Coupled with her martial arts training, her jumping ability was astonishing.

Matthew only saw a black shadow flash by. Before he could even blink, Freya had landed and had a butterfly in her hand.

Seeing this, Matthew stood still in amazement.

Matthew was dumbfounded, his expression alternating between excitement and admiration.

Freya caught another butterfly with a flicker of her body.

Freya looked at Matthew with a gentle smile. "Do you want any more?"

"This one, and that one, and that one too…"

Matthew pointed here and there.

Freya caught all the butterflies he pointed at.

Soon, her palm was filled with various patterned butterflies.

Matthew excitedly hugged her arm, his little face full of surprise and admiration.

"Freya, you're really amazing! You're even better than my third daddy. How did you catch the butterflies just now? Do you have superpowers? Can you teach me?"

Matthew bombarded her with questions, one after another.

Freya hugged his chubby torso.

There was still a faint scent of milk on the five-year-old boy, which was very refreshing and comfortable.

She said, "Matthew, the fact that Freya has superpowers is our secret. You can't tell anyone, okay?"

Matthew blinked his innocent big eyes. "Shh, it's a secret!" He put his finger to his lips, looking cute and silly.

"But Freya, can you teach me martial arts? I want to be as powerful as you." Matthew said softly.

Freya reached out and rubbed his soft hair. "None of your four daddies teach you martial arts?"

Matthew shook his head sadly. "Third Daddy won't allow it. He says learning martial arts will get me hurt. He wants me to focus on studying."

"I can't do it without his permission. How about I talk to Third Daddy first and then teach you later?"

"Okay."

Matthew nodded obediently.

The two played in the garden for a while.

Then, the nanny came over and said, "Madam, Sir Matthew needs to study now. I'll take him back first."

"I don't want to study. I want to play with Freya!"

Matthew protested stubbornly.

The nanny helplessly said, "But sir, the teacher has already arrived."

"I don't want to!"

Matthew protested. He pushed the nanny away and ran off.