Freya didn't expose him, nodding, "It's fine to have Ella come over. How about this, whatever medicine you need, I'll have Ella deliver it, so you two can see each other regularly."

As Ella's capable assistant, she needed her help with many experiments. If she went to the medical room alone, it wouldn't be convenient for her to fully engage in research.

So Freya could only take a step back and make this decision.

Although Xavier was not very satisfied with this arrangement, he dared not say more. After all, he understood the principle of accepting good things.

By then, he could prescribe more Chinese medicine and easily see Ella every day.

After chatting with Bradley and Owen, their faces became extremely ugly, and suddenly they turned around and rushed out of the ward.

This sudden move startled Freya, who quickly followed behind.

Turning back, she said to Xavier, "I'll leave everything to you. Report the old man's condition to me at any time."

"Okay."

Freya followed him out, and from a distance she could see Bradley standing by the window, puffing on a cigarette. The bluish-gray smoke lingered around him, blurring his handsome features. Freya approached slowly and stood behind him.

"Although I don't know what you have been through in the past, Bradley, I want to tell you that in the future, I will be there to continue writing your story with you. We have both experienced hardships, and without these setbacks, we wouldn't be where we are today. I still haven't found a way to cure the old man's illness, and I'm sorry. But don't blame yourself for everything."

Bradley suddenly turned around, remembering that she was pregnant. He quickly extinguished his cigarette and waited for the smoke around him to dissipate before daring to embrace her.

"I'm sorry for making you worry for me," he said.

Freya patted his back and smiled gently. "Silly, we are husband and wife, we don't need to use those three words."

Bradley felt even heavier at her words.

Freya, I... Bradley felt a deep sense of unease, holding her tighter as if only by doing so could he draw warmth from her.

His voice choked up, he said in a deep voice, "Do you still remember the Kingdom of Yolandaanshi?"

Freya nodded vigorously, "I remember, Yolandaan Qingqing and Yolandaan Shawn , they are from the Kingdom of Yolandaanshi."

"My mother is also from the Kingdom of Yolandaanshi."

Freya raised her head in astonishment when she heard this, looking at him incredulously, "What did you say?"

Bradley tugged at his stiff lips, suppressing the sharp pain in his heart, and said casually, "My mother is the princess of the Kingdom of Yolandaanshi. When you consider it, Yolandaan Qingqing and Yolandaan Shawn are my cousins."

Freya pursed her lips.

This matter was really beyond her expectation.

That damned Yolandaan Shawn was actually related to Bradley?

"So..."

Freya opened her mouth wide, but couldn't say anything.

Bradley smiled bitterly and said in a hoarse voice, "Just now, I learned a lot about the history of the Southern Kingdom from Owen, including the founding history of the Southern Kingdom and the origin of my mother."

He clenched his fists and recounted the conversation he had just had with Freya.

Although Owen did not explicitly state the details, Bradley guessed them.

The Long family helped his father to conquer the Southern Kingdom, but his father went back on his promise, betraying the Long family and causing a feud between the two clans.

All this time, Bradley had no knowledge of these events.

He also did not know that his mother's identity turned out to be a princess of the Kingdom.

His father used the excuse of friendly relations between the two countries to force his mother to marry against her will, and ultimately he carried out a brutal act against the family!

"All along, in my heart, my father was dignified and respectable. He was very loving towards my mother and cherished all of us children. But today, all of a sudden, everything has been overturned. The image of a good father and husband my father portrayed, it turns out, was all a facade."

The man's face was tainted with a look of injury, and his fists clenched tightly with a creaking sound.

His voice paused for a moment, then he continued, "Actually, upon careful recollection, I often saw my mother alone in the room crying since I was a child, but at that time, I didn't understand her grievances."

"One time, I saw my father and mother arguing, seemingly mentioning the Yolandaan Clan Kingdom. My father's face turned extremely ugly upon hearing this, and he slammed the door and left on the spot. I asked a question at that time, but unexpectedly, my mother cried even harder. It was just now that I finally understood my mother's grievances. It turns out, it's all because of hatred!"

Listening to him, Freya also felt uncomfortable.

Earlier, in a daze, she overheard the two talking about the past of the Southern Country. Feeling like an outsider, she decided to chat with Xavier about the old master's condition.

She never expected that the parents of Bradley also had such a complicated story of love and hatred!

"Since the Kingdom is your mother's hometown and Shawn is somewhat your cousin, how do you plan to deal with him next?"

After Yolandaan Shawn was captured, he was kept in the basement all this time. Freya, in order to seek revenge, had him injected every day to let him taste the bitterness of living in agony.

This person is quite tough, as several months have passed and he is still holding on, refusing to die.

"Keep him locked up. This man has evil intentions. Releasing him would be like sending the tiger back to the mountains, and sooner or later, he will cause big trouble!"

"Alright, I will listen to you. Whatever you decide, I will support you!"

Freya reached out to smooth the wrinkles between her eyebrows, and said gently, "Don't dwell on the past, we have endured even the hardest days together. We should all look forward and work hard to build our future."

"Freya, thank you!"

Bradley held her in his arms and spoke hoarsely.

Freya smiled, "If you want to thank me, come with me to visit my mother's memorial day in a few days."

"Okay!"

...

Raven Pavilion.

Following Freya's instructions, White Tiger spent a few days organizing Nana, and finally released her on the fourth day.

Watching the woman walking aimlessly on the road, White Tiger ran his hand through his hair and said with regret, "I haven't had enough fun yet, but I let her go. I always feel uneasy."

"If you keep playing, she might end up losing her life." Black Flame stood behind him, touching his nose.

The ghostly screams coming from the dungeon in recent days were too eerie, causing him to feel uneasy and unable to sleep well.

When it comes to pranks, the White Fox definitely has a knack for it.

Almost everyone who has left Raven Pavilion has developed psychological problems and issues with their thinking.

All of this is attributed to the White Fox's outrageous pranks!

"I don't understand, why doesn't the boss just kill this woman with whom he has a deep grudge, instead of letting her roam outside and make everyone angry?"