A chance encounter years ago made Soul Restorative fall in love with himself.

If it weren't for Bradley, she might also have fallen for his pursuit.

But fate plays tricks on people.

You love him but he doesn't love you, the person loves you but you don't love him.

Her and Soul Restorative's relationship was impossible eight years ago, even more so now.

After all, the current Soul Restorative is a disabled body, even if she had a splendid past, now she can only spend her life in a wheelchair.

She can't bear to accompany him for the rest of her life!

If she can't have Bradley, after killing Freya, she would rather die by his hands!

This is her fate, she can't escape that man's grip in this lifetime!

The old Austin family mansion, the basement. After Xavier made every effort to save him, Arthur finally regained his life. But when he woke up, it was already the next morning. Freya approached him first thing, coldly looking at him, "Tell me, besides tampering with the medicine in the old man's herbs, what else did you do to him?" The old man's heart couldn't have changed color for no reason, and there were even signs of change in various organs in his body. Although this time she managed to save the old man's life, she couldn't guarantee that there wouldn't be any more accidents in the future. Arthur had just returned from the gates of hell and his mind was still foggy. Hearing Freya's words, his face changed, "I don't know what you're talking about." "Stop pretending. Besides issues with the medicine, you also did something to the old man."

This, Freya is very certain. Moreover, this drug is not an ordinary poison, it can chronically harm the organs of the human body, eventually leading to organ failure and death. "Just kill me, I don't want to live anyway," Arthur's face was James at this moment. He has nothing left now, what is the point of living? It's better to just die once and for all. "Want to die? I won't let you die." Freya looked at him, arms crossed, and said coldly, "I advise you not to bring this upon yourself. If you don't talk now, I have ways to make you speak. Do you want to cooperate or taste my silver needle? It's up to you." With that, Freya took out the silver needle and waved it in front of him. Arthur, seeing this, shuddered violently, "Don't scare me, I'm not afraid of you as it's just death at worst." In the next moment, a scream rang out. The shiny silver needle pierced directly into Arthur's neck, the pain crazily assaulting him, contorting his face and causing cold sweat to drip down his face. "Will you talk or not?"

Freya was losing patience, another needle pinched in his finger bone.

Arthur never wanted to live, and now he was in intense pain, so he bit down on his own mouth.

As the air filled with the smell of rust, Freya finally realized what had happened.

"Damn it, he bit his tongue and killed himself!"

Seeing this, Bradley stepped forward and pressed his nose, but Arthur was determined to die. Using all his strength this time, he actually bit off half of his tongue.

Blood gushed out, causing Freya to vomit again.

Soon, her face turned pale, and her porcelain-like face was covered in sweat.

"Freya—," Bradley supported her, his face filled with pain.

Having exhausted her body for the old master's surgery, coupled with almost having a miscarriage, her strong body could not bear it.

"Xiang Bradley, help him handle it. Remember to spare his life. I will take Freya back to rest in the room."

After speaking, Bradley lifted Freya horizontally and strode towards the bedroom.

Xavier nodded, originally not wanting to say more, but seeing that the situation was getting worse, he couldn't help but mention it.

"Bradley, Freya is so stubborn about keeping Arthur's life because she discovered a problem during the surgery. Besides heart failure, the old man's other organs are also showing signs of deterioration. If we're not mistaken, the old man has been poisoned, and this poison is so aggressive that we can't identify what it is for the time being."

"Only Arthur can admit to this matter, but now he has bitten off his tongue and probably can't speak again..."

Bradley's footsteps paused, frowning deeply.

He thought the old man had already been saved, but he never expected other complications to arise.

Organ deterioration?

Does this mean that despite surviving this time, there could be other accidents in the future?

He glanced back at the barely alive Arthur, a hint of killing intent creeping into his eyes.

Since he can no longer speak, what's the point of keeping him alive?

"Animals like this, who dare to harm even their own father, don't deserve mercy! 'Let him suffer and go back to the organization, since he wants to die, let him live and taste the bitterness of living worse than death!' With these words, the man walked away.

...

Freya was carried back to the bedroom by Bradley. The man gave her some water to drink, which made her stomach feel much better. 'Since Xavier has told you everything, I won't hide anything from you. The old man's condition is not optimistic. This time it's heart failure, maybe next time it will be renal failure, so you must be prepared, maybe next time...'

Freya didn't finish her sentence, she believed Bradley understood what she meant. 'Can you guess what kind of poison it is?'

Freya hesitated for a moment before saying, 'Given the old man's condition, it is siEllar to what happened to Harrison. If I'm not mistaken, it should be beast venom...' Beast venom?"

The man listened intently, his brows furrowed heavily.

The venom that only the Long family possesses. However, with the recapture of the southern country that day, all of the Long family's laboratories were destroyed, and even the researchers were captured, making it impossible to produce new venom.

This is just as it was before.

But all the people of the Long family have been dealt with. Then who still has this kind of thing?

"What you're thinking is also what I'm considering. The Long family has already declined, so in theory, the venom shouldn't reappear. But now it has appeared, and it is still present in the old man. This is unbelievable. The key is, I checked the old man's body and didn't find any needle marks, which means that this kind of venom didn't enter the body through injection, but through airborne transmission."

"Did you find out anything?"

"I suspect that someone sprinkled poison on the old man's clothes, little by little being inhaled into the body, ultimately causing organ failure."

This was the only possibility that Freya could think of, as the clothing worn closest to the body is the most easily tampered with.

Upon hearing this, Bradley quickly got up and said, "I'll have someone send the old man's clothes for testing immediately."

"It's too late."

Behind, came the sound of Freya's sigh!