Freya, in a daze, heard the phone ringing and slowly opened her heavy eyelids.

In her sight, she saw a tall and slender male figure leaning on the balcony, holding a cigarette in his hand. She didn't know what the other person was saying, his face looking extremely unpleasant.

"Tell Hawke that he can't save anyone, so he shouldn't expect to survive either!"

With these words, the man hung up the phone with a gloomy expression.

Xavier's situation was critical. Although Hawke's medical skills were not inferior to Xavier's, issues kept arising during the rescue operation.

Just now, the subordinate reported that there was a possibility the person might not be saved.

Bradley clenched his phone tightly and took a deep drag of his cigarette.

The Xavier family was a prestigious medical family, and he and Xavier had grown up together.

When the southern kingdom fell, he fled to the capital of the Magniflora to seek refuge with Owen, and Xavier followed along.

Although they have no blood relation, their emotions are deeper than those of biological brothers.

When he was almost fatally injured due to Arthur's trap, it was Xavier who did not give up and managed to pull him back from the brink of death.

His current situation is also due to Xavier's blood, sweat, and effort.

But now, the man who once promised to follow him for life lies on the sickbed awaiting death, and he is powerless to help.

The fireworks have reached his fingertips, the faint smell of burning in the air, but he doesn't care at all, letting the fireworks burn his skin.

It's as if only by doing this can he suppress the pain in his heart.

Even though they are not far apart, Freya can still clearly see the hostility in the man's eyes, as if he were bathed in mist, exuding a chill.

After the high fever, he is left weak and powerless.

It took a lot of effort for her to get out of bed and walk towards him.

The man sensitively heard the slight noise and slowly lifted his crimson eyes, then extinguished his cigarette in the next second.

After the tobacco smell on her body dissipated a lot, he gently pushed open the balcony door and lifted her sideways. "Why did you get out of bed again? Your high fever hasn't fully subsided." His tying revealed a deep sense of concern.

So many things have happened recently, he hasn't had a good night's sleep for quite some time, and the exhaustion in his expression is hard to hide. Even his voice sounded terrifyingly hoarse.

Freya pursed her dry lips and put her hand on his handsome face, gently stroking it. "I can't sleep peacefully when you're not here. Can you rest with me for a while?"

"Freya..." he called her name, lowering his head to place a lingering kiss on her forehead. "There was an incident in Xavier, and we also suffered losses among our organization members. I have to go back personally, and you will have to stay alone at home for the next few days."

"For how long will you be going?" Her eyes revealed reluctance.

"At the latest, seven days. At the soyingst, four days. I will do my best to return as soon as possible!"

"Okay, you go ahead, work comes first." She was not a clingy woman, naturally she wouldn't restrain him to stay by her side 24 hours a day.

This time the underground maze expedition, the members of the S organization did suffer significant losses.

Bradley also missed his beloved, perhaps his heart is not feeling any better than anyone else's this time!

The man gently stroked her hair that fell on her shoulders, repeatedly reminding her, "Unless absolutely necessary, try not to leave the Royal Garden Manor these days. I'm worried that the mysterious sniper might shoot at any time."

Although it was just a warning, it couldn't guarantee that the next shot won't be lethal.

He left because the situation in Xavier was urgent, otherwise, he would never be at ease leaving her alone at home.

Bradley also thought about whether to tell Freya the whole truth and ask for her help in treating Xavier.

But he hesitated, after all, Freya's current physical condition is too poor, plus Xavier's injuries are too horrific, he's afraid she couldn't bear it.

If he had to choose between brothers and women...

He doesn't have such a big heart, but he will still choose to protect his wife and children!

"Got it, Honey..."

Freya nestled in his arms, pressing her face against his chest, listening obsessively to his heartbeat.

For the sake of the children, she will definitely protect herself as well.

Besides, there are so many people who need her. If something happened to her, what would Everything do?

Due to the urgency of time, Bradley immediately set off for the Dark Web headquarters.

Listening to the roaring sound of the aircraft wings outside, Freya suddenly felt her heart empty.

Although she knew that parting was for a better reunion next time, her mood was still not pleasant.

She stood on the balcony for a long time, so long that her legs went numb, before finally walking outside.

The death of Xavier dealt a heavy blow to Ella, and she was really worried that she might not be able to get through this hurdle.

After all, experiencing the same thing twice, once with a sister and this time with a lover, is unbearable for anyone. Ella was recuperating in the medical room. The moment she pushed the door open, Freya found that she had already woken up. At this moment, she was staring blankly at the ceiling with lifeless eyes. Her stunning face had no hint of color, only the white gauze on her forehead seeping blood, which made her complexion not as bad. But her eyes did not blink, as if she were an empty shell without a soul. "Ella!" Freya called softly, but seeing no response, she sniffed and walked in. Gently holding her cold hand, she saw a tear the size of a bean rolling down from her vacant eye sockets. Freya felt a heavy heartache and wiped away the tear for her.

However, what replaced it was more tears.

Each drop, like sparkling pearls, but no matter how she wiped, she couldn't clean them off.

Ella silently shed tears, as if wanting to shed a lifetime's worth of tears.

Freya decided to stop wiping, letting her emotions flow freely.

She called for a nurse, preparing some cotton and medicine, to personally treat the wound on her forehead.

Even in the rain at that time, Freya could still clearly hear the sound of knocking on the head, indicating the use of all her strength to knock down.

As the gauze was all unwrapped, looking at the wound on the forehead, Freya's heart tightened.

Such a large area of wound, if not treated properly, it would scar.

But just as she was about to apply medicine, Ella suddenly raised her hand and grabbed her wrist, stopping all her actions.

"Don't waste your effort, even if you treat it well, it will still leave a scar."

Because she hadn't spoken in too long, combined with crying for too long, her throat was extremely hoarse.

But at this moment, Freya felt that this was the most pleasant voice she had ever heard.

She choked up and said, "It's okay, with proper care it will heal."

"What's the point of healing? Even if my face looks great again, that person won't be able to see it."

These words were filled with a strong sense of death and despair.

Freya knew she was in pain.

But at this moment, she couldn't find the words to comfort her.

Because she knew that if this had happened to herself, she would definitely be crazier than Ella.