Upon hearing this news, Freya felt as if the string in her heart had snapped.

Grandpa is fine.

Her child is fine.

All is well that ends well!

How wonderful!

She sat up from the bed, rubbed her throbbing forehead, feeling dazed and exhausted.

The surgery had drained all her energy, she didn't even know how she had made it through.

Time and time again, she had almost reached her limit.

But the child in her belly seemed to be encouraging her, giving her the strength to persevere.

She touched her own belly, even though it was just a tiny embryo, she could clearly feel the presence of a small life. The miraculous feeling bloomed in her heart, making her deeply understand a mother's responsibility.

"Bradley, thank you!" Freya raised her head to look at the man beside her, showing a grateful smile towards him.

The man felt his heart constricting, his breath hitching. He hugged her tightly and said in a deep voice, "Thank me for what?"

"Thank you for giving me this child, letting me know that from now on I am no longer alone."

"Silly, you have never been alone, you have me."

Looking at her pale face, unable to hide the sickness underneath, like a sick beauty, Bradley felt an indescribable ache in his heart.

"Yes, I have you, and our child."

Freya's lips curled up in a smile as she grabbed his neck and planted a kiss on his face. "I was unconscious for three days, how did you end up being tortured like this? Look at you now, you really look like an old man."

"If I become an old man, would you still want me?" The man lifted her chin and looked deeply into her eyes.

Freya nodded forcefully. "Yes, even if you become old and ugly, I still want you." This was her genuine feeling, after being together for so long, their hearts had already become close.

Love had transcended mere romantic feelings, unaffected by societal norms. Besides, when they had just gotten married, he pretended to be ugly, blind, and disabled, and she had accepted him like that too.

Hearing this, Bradley became excited, holding her face and kissing her several times. "Freya, I should be the one to say thank you. Thank you for coming into my life, thank you for helping me find the value of living, and thank you for always being by my side and giving me such a wonderful gift." With that, he gently placed his hand on her stomach.

Inside, is the crystallization of their love.

When she is born, he will spare no effort to spoil her.

Freya nestled in his arms, her heart incredibly calm.

Meeting Bradley is the greatest stroke of luck in her life.

At this moment, Shadow appeared at the door, looking tense. "Young Master, something is wrong, the Master is in trouble!"

"What?" Bradley furrowed his brow harshly.

Shadow reported, "Just now, the Master couldn't bear it and rammed into a wall."

"I'll go take a look."

Bradley's face was very grim as he stood up from his position.

Freya grabbed his wrist, "I'll go with you."

"No need, Xavier is still here, you should rest well, especially since your pregnancy symptoms are severe, you can't even stand the smell of blood."

"I'm fine," Freya insisted.

There were some questions she wanted to ask Arthur face to face.

After all, when they were operating on the old master, he clearly noticed that the color of the old master's heart was not normal, coupled with severe exhaustion, which resulted in a sudden increase in heart rate during the operation.

She checked the medicines prescribed by Doctor Henry, and apart from Grass, there was nothing suspicious.

However, even with Grass, it was impossible to suddenly accelerate the old master's exhaustion.

There must be something suspicious going on!

Seeing her persistence, Bradley sighed helplessly, "Alright, I'll push you over there."

"Okay."

In the basement.

The pitch-black environment exuded a musty smell, obviously having just seen blood, the smell of blood was particularly strong.

Although Freya had been prepared, her stomach was still hard to bear the nausea.

She endured it for a while, but couldn't hold back and ran to the side to retch violently.

Seeing this, Bradley felt heartbroken, and gently patted her back, "If you can't handle it, don't force yourself."

"It's okay, wearing a mask can help alleviate it."

Freya took a deep breath, wiped the dirt off her lips with a tissue, then put on the mask and walked in with Bradley holding her hand.

At this moment, Arthur was lying on the ground, barely alive, and Xavier was trying to save him.

Bradley walked up and asked, "What's his condition, is there any hope?"

Xavier glanced back at him, his expression serious as he said, "Fortunately we stopped in time, otherwise with such an impact, his head would have exploded. It's clear that he truly wanted to die."

"Don't let him die, I still need to ask him some questions."

Freya didn't dare to get too close, afraid that such a bloody scene would make her nauseous.

Xavier responded, "For now, he's just lost too much blood and won't die, but that impact might have given him a concussion, and there could be various aftereffects."

"Let's focus on saving his life first."

Freya said in a low voice, she just wanted to know what Arthur had done to make the old man fall so seriously ill.

Although she had suspicions, without further confirmation, she couldn't be sure if her thoughts were correct.

"Don't worry, he should wake up soon."

Xavier didn't say much, focusing on saving lives.

Meanwhile, in Jinny's room.

With a loud thud, the phone slipped from her palm and smashed onto the cold floor. Jinny stared at the shattered phone, her heart pounding rapidly. What should she do? What should she do? The truth was exposed, would it implicate her? She had known long ago that her father had returned, and he had bribed Dr. Henry to tamper with her grandfather's medicine, worsening his condition. But her father was afraid of things going wrong, so he instructed her to sprinkle powder on her grandfather's clothes, causing him to slowly poison. Even if the medicine didn't kill her grandfather, the poison inhaled would not let him live long. Now that her father had been arrested and she was feeling overwhelmed, what should she do next? Bradley had already ordered an investigation into this matter, and sooner or later, they would trace it back to her. She was still young, she didn't want to die!

Jinny paced back and forth in the room, becoming more and more uneasy.

Since Freya came to The Austin family, they have not had a good life, and it has even reached the point of the family being destroyed and people dying.

This woman is an ominous presence, always able to disrupt their plans time and time again.

If she is allowed to continue staying, the entire Austin family will fall into her hands, and her future with her brother will be even more difficult.

But Bradley has always been by her side, she has no chance to make a move against her.

"No need to be so hesitant, isn't Freya pregnant? Find the right time to kill her, it would be more satisfying to kill two birds with one stone, wouldn't it?"

At this moment, a cold female voice suddenly came.