The nanny was very anxious and immediately chased after him.

Freya originally wanted to follow, but at that moment, someone called out to her from behind.

"Freya."

She turned around and saw that Bradley had returned.

He strode forward and hugged her directly. "What are you doing?"

His embrace was firm and powerful, and he exuded a refreshing mint fragrance that was very pleasant to smell.

"Just playing with Matthew for a while, but the nanny came and said it was time for his lessons. Matthew got upset and ran off." Freya explained.

"You've met Matthew?" Bradley looked slightly surprised. "I was planning to introduce him to you later, but it seems you've already met."

"He's very cute, I really like him!" Freya smiled lightly.

"You like children so much, should we have one of our own?"

Bradley's gaze changed as he spoke.

There was a deep and mysterious look in his dark eyes, and his thin lips curved slightly upwards.

Freya blushed involuntarily under his gaze.

"I was talking about Matthew, why did you change the subject?"

She chided him playfully.

Bradley chuckled softly. "Matthew is a child we adopted with Xavier and the guys. He's been living in the mansion since he was little, taken care of by a nanny."

"If he's not in good health, why not let him learn martial arts to strengthen his body?" Freya asked.

Just now, the look in Matthew's eyes was full of expectation, and she almost agreed.

"He's still young, plus he has asthma, so vigorous exercise isn't suitable for him." Bradley explained.

Hearing this, Freya couldn't help but clench her fists.

Matthew had asthma?

Matthew had asthma?

"Is it congenital?"

Freya pitied him.

"Yeah, Xavier and I adopted him from an orphanage. He was very ill at the time, and it took a lot of effort from Xavier to save his life. Although his condition has improved over the years, his body is still very weak, and he needs to take medicine to sustain his life." Bradley explained.

The more she listened, the more heartbroken she felt.

Taking medicine regularly?

He's only five years old!

Freya's eyes became moist, and she looked up at Bradley. "I'm going to see him."

As a doctor, it was her duty to save lives and heal the wounded.

How could such a young child rely on medication to sustain his life forever?

No, she had to find a way to cure him.

The two of them went to the small villa where Matthew lived.

Because of Matthew's special condition, he couldn't get a speck of dust on him and couldn't stay in air-conditioned environments for long periods of time. So Bradley had specially built him a small villa.

It was located beside a lake, with a small courtyard in the back planted with a large number of green plants.

At this moment, Matthew was in class.

Standing in front of him was a young male teacher with gold-rimmed glasses, looking very scholarly.

He was explaining cosmology to him.

Matthew clearly didn't understand, as he was dozing off with a pen in his mouth and his head resting on his hand.

Seeing this, the teacher walked up and knocked on his desk, sternly saying, "Matthew, can you please repeat what I just said?"

Matthew blinked his heavy eyelids and, with a childish voice, asked, "Teacher, are there many aliens on the planets in the universe? Can I be like Bataman, ride a spaceship to outer space, and play with the aliens?"

Being only five years old, Matthew couldn't comprehend such profound knowledge. He looked at the teacher with a confused expression.

The teacher frowned, pretending to be serious. "Sir, if you're not serious about this, I'll have to report it to your third daddy."

Matthew pouted and said unhappily, "Hmph, my third daddy is very busy. If you want to find him, go ahead. I'm not going to study anymore."

With that, Matthew angrily threw his book to the ground.

He had been having a good time playing with his Freya, but suddenly being called back for class made him feel unhappy.

Seeing this, the teacher pushed his glasses up and prepared to report to someone.

But when he turned around, he happened to see Bradley and Freya approaching.

He quickly spoke up, "Sir Newman, Sir Matthew refuses to study and even threw his book. I'm afraid I can't continue teaching him."

Because Matthew didn't like studying, he had driven away several teachers in a row.

The one in front of him had a relatively good temper, but even he was still upset by Matthew these past few days.

Bradley narrowed his eyes and looked sternly at Matthew. The little guy immediately picked up the book and sat up straight obediently.

"Professor Carter, you may leave now. Come again tomorrow." Bradley said in a light tone.

Professor Carter packed up his books and respectfully nodded to him before leaving.

In the spacious room, only the three of them remained.

Matthew not only admired Bradley but also feared him.

Whenever Bradley appeared, he would obediently pick up his book and behave like a diligent student.

"Matthew…"

Bradley was about to say something, but Freya stopped him, indicating that she would handle it.

She approached Matthew, ruffled his hair, and then sat beside him.

"Matthew, don't you like studying?" she asked softly.

Matthew secretly glanced at Bradley, then whispered to her ear, "Freya, it's not that I don't like it, but the teacher's explanations are too profound for me to understand."

"If you don't understand, then we won't study. Let's go, Freya will take you to play." Freya said.

But Matthew still felt uneasy and said, "But Third Daddy is here, I dare not."

"What's there to be afraid of? Your father is my husband, he has to listen to what I say." Freya replied.

When Matthew heard this, he was stunned.

He blinked his eyes innocently and said, "Freya is Father's wife, so isn't Freya my third mommy?"

Ahem, Mommy…?

Did she just gain a son out of nowhere?

"It can be said that way."

Freya replied with a smile, stealing a glance at Bradley.

Bradley, dressed in a black windbreaker, stood motionless not far away, tall and straight like a pine tree.

His handsome features exuded an elegant and noble aura with every movement and glance.

Just a single glance from him made her heart beat wildly.

"Should I call you Freya, or mommy?"

Matthew asked, feeling conflicted.

Freya snapped back to reality and smiled, "I'm not too concerned about titles like that. You can call me whatever you like, Matthew."

"Then I'll continue calling you Freya!"

He thought "Freya" sounded nice, calling her "mommy" sounded too old.

Besides, she looked so young, completely different from other mommies.

Bradley, hearing this, approached with narrowed eyes.

Looking down at Matthew, he said in a low voice, "No, from now on, you'll call her mommy."

This was his wife. If Matthew called her Freya, others might think he had adopted a daughter.

"Mommy."

Matthew pouted and reluctantly called out.

But in his heart, he thought: Is Father robbing the cradle? This Mommy clearly looks like a young lady, and she seems much younger than Father.