"If the other party sprinkled the venom on the clothes, the venom would have dissipated long ago. You won't find anything if you investigate at this time. Moreover, if you mobilize a large-scale investigation, it might alert the enemy," Freya said calmly.

Just now, Arthur would rather commit suicide by biting his tongue, indicating that he really harbors a great secret.

Leaving aside whether the venom was administered by Arthur, one thing is certain: someone still possesses the bestial venom.

Once this venom still exists and falls into the hands of someone with malicious intent for research and production, the consequences would be unimaginable.

What Freya is worried about at this moment is also what Bradley is concerned about.

He himself is a victim of the bestial venom and naturally understands the dangers of this venom. It not only changes one's mentality but also extinguishes one's humanity, eventually transforming into a beast and attacking the human body. The horror of the bestial venom far exceeds imagination.

Harrison is a living example. Bradley does not want the old man to end up like Harrison.

"Recently, I have increased the number of people secretly protecting the old master. If what you said is true, the person who poisoned him will eventually make a move. When that time comes, we can catch them red-handed. I really want to see who is so reckless and dares to harm the old master."

"Well, let's bide our time and wait for them to fall into our trap!" Freya yawned and hoarsely said, "You don't have to accompany me all the time. Take the opportunity to spend more time with the old master. As for his illness, I will think of a solution."

Hearing this, Bradley felt a warm feeling in his heart.

It is precisely because of her cunning yet kind demeanor that he was captivated by her, wishing to stick to her every day.

There is a unique aura about this woman. While she may seem naïve on the surface, delving deeper reveals her heart to be like a magical world, where the further you explore, the more surprises you find.

"My second brother is taking care of my father. He is more meticulous than me. Besides, I have arranged for people to protect us. Nothing will happen. It is you who is currently at your weakest. Although the child was fortunately saved, you can't continue to tire yourself out like this. If something were to happen, what would I do?"

Bradley wanted to stay by her side this time, refusing to leave anywhere. Freya's current condition is different from before, and he can't bear to be apart from her for a second.

He gently caressed her face, worry evident in his eyes.

Freya gazed at him with affection.

This man is really handsome.

The exquisite and deep features seem to be carved out, exuding a naturally intimidating and dominant aura. His entire being radiates explosive male charm that even up close, there is no flaw to be found on his face.

No matter how much you look, it's never enough.

Every time Freya delves into admiring his face, she can't help but marvel at how there can be such an outstanding man in this world.

And the key is, this man belongs to her.

It's unbelievable just thinking about it!

Bradley saw her looking at him, smiled, and leaned down to peck her lips.

"Do you think your husband is handsome?"

Freya punched him, "How did you become so narcissistic?"

"No, this isn't being narcissistic. I'm just stating what's on your mind!"

He was in a good mood, after all, the fact that his beloved woman could be enchanted by his face proved that his face held great attraction for her.

He had never felt so fortunate before, his parents gave him good looks, which allowed him to capture the heart of this young woman and make her devoted to him.

Among the siblings, each of them had outstanding looks, all inheriting their mother's good appearance.

Their mother was a famous beauty in the southern country, attracting many young people to her.

But in the end... she was tarnished by that beast Kevin!

Thinking of this, the man clenched his fists without a sound, a hint of anger appearing in his eyes.

Seeing this, Freya touched his face, feeling worried, "What's wrong, your face looks so bad?"

"It's nothing, just thinking about some things from the past."

"The past is the past, we should look forward, you have me, and our child, we will have a happy future together."

Freya held onto his neck, pecked his eyebrows, and said, "Husband, there's something I've been wanting to tell you for a long time."

The man's eyes brightened, and he whispered, "Yes."

With a turn, she pinned him down on the bed, "I love you, my husband~" As her words fell, the man's eyes changed, and immediately a deep kiss pressed down. "I love you too, love you to the point where I can't live without you. Without you, I can't go on." This is not a lie. During the three days that Freya was unconscious, he was on the verge of collapse. He stayed by her side twenty-four hours a day, worried that she might be thirsty, moistening her lips with a cotton swab from time to time, worried that she might be uncomfortable sweating, carefully wiping her body for her, worried that she might feel cold, holding her hand tightly without letting go. He even thought, if she abandoned him, what would he do? Should he continue to return to the Southern Kingdom to inherit the throne, or should he accompany her in death? But at that moment, he did not hesitate, he chose the latter. In his heart, the existence of Freya far surpassed everything else. What use was there to have a kingdom without her?

He held her tightly in his arms, as if protecting a cherished treasure.

Freya felt breathless in his embrace, suffocated by his kisses. She gently pushed him away, "I feel your love, our child also senses it, but I'm very tired now, I really want to sleep."

If she was kissed again, she would die.

"Go to sleep, I'll be here with you."

"Mm."

Freya was really exhausted and soon fell into a deep sleep in his arms.

Bradley hadn't slept for three days, feeling tired and weary now. But as he looked at her sleeping face, he couldn't feel any sleepiness at all.

Looking at her delicate face, listening to her steady breathing, he felt a deep tenderness in his heart. Countless words of love melted into his feelings for her, and he only wanted to open his eyes and be with her for the rest of his life.

This woman, she truly made him love her to the core.

Even if he had to risk everything, he would never easily let go of her hand.

At the staircase, Jinny clenched her fist tightly, looking at everything with hatred. In her hand, she still held onto the packet of medicine. As long as Freya touched a bit of it, it would result in two deaths. Grandfather would eventually die from the poisoning. Then, she and her brother could get a portion of the inheritance and never have to bow to those people again. But Bradley kept sticking close to Freya, making it impossible for her to make a move! Jinny put away the medicine, pretending to casually pass by, waiting for the right moment to make Freya pay for what she did.