The voice of Hawke, filled with shock and disbelief, sounded.

"Xavier, Xavier is alive!"

He had already given up on saving him, but unexpectedly, this guy had a heartbeat again when he was pronounced dead.

It's simply a miracle!

Bradley's throat moved, his stiff facial lines slightly cracked.

His voice was hoarse and frightening, "I understand. After he regains consciousness, perform facial reconstruction on him."

"Facial reconstruction may be difficult, as his condition is different from yours. You had burns and could undergo skin graft surgery, but he had his flesh bitten off by a vampire bat, leaving his face full of craters. It may not be possible to fully restore it to its original state!"

"Moreover, his legs are severely injured. I am worried that these legs may never be able to stand again in his lifetime!"

After hearing this, the man narrowed his eyes fiercely, and his fists squeezed tightly, crunching, "Save him first, then we'll see!"

"Don't worry, he doesn't want to die, no ying can force him to die!" Hawke was full of pride, "I admire my medical skills so much. I never thought that such a person, already on the path to hell with no way out, could be saved by me. I..." Before he could finish, Bradley hung up the phone without wasting words. He only needed to know that Xavier had survived. As for the rest, it would be repaired slowly over time. Taking back his phone and coming to Freya's side, the gloom on his face had noticeably dissipated. Freya clearly noticed his change in mood and asked curiously, "Who called?" "It was... Lance." Freya nodded and didn't inquire further. She didn't want to pry too much into Bradley's private matters, after all, Everything has their secrets. Even people in love need their own space and friends.

"What were you about to say just now?"

Bradley squeezed her hand and said, "Nothing, it's already been resolved!"

"So quickly?"

"Yes." Bradley breathed a sigh of relief, then carried her sideways towards the main building. "Let's go back to the room, I want to see our Yara's little feet!"

"Haven't I shown them to you already?"

Freya hid in his embrace, the anxiety caused by the sniper just now dissipated in an instant.

This man gave her a strong sense of security, calming her chaotic heart quickly.

His scent was like magic, making her want to keep smelling it.

"I want to touch her!"

The man whispered in her ear, his warm breath brushing against her neck, causing shivers to run down her spine.

Even her face couldn't help but blush. The man was very good at playing language games. Clearly a simple sentence, but he always managed to make her imagine all sorts of things. Now hiding in his arms, her mind was filled with fantastic scenes. Seeing her blush like that, the man couldn't help but tease her, "Why, I just want to touch my Yara, why are you blushing like this?" He smiled with a hint of wickedness at the corner of his mouth, making it impossible for anyone to resist. Freya pursed her lips, quickly turning her face away to avoid his intense gaze, stuttering, "Who, who's blushing, you've got it wrong!" Bradley laughed and reached out to pinch her face. As the two flirted and teased each other, they suddenly heard noise coming from inside. Freya frowned, quickly gesturing for Bradley to go home faster. Madeline was still in the villa, and at this moment, hearing noise from inside, could it be that the Patrick family had arrived?

At this moment, in the villa.

Patrick grabbed Madeline's arm and begged earnestly, "Darling, I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have taken my mother away without asking the reason first, but she was hurt, and I was worried."

Madeline forcefully shook off his hand and said angrily, "She was faking it, can't you see? Fine, you said she was injured, I want to know where she got hurt. Was it a concussion, or a broken bying?"

"Madeline..."

"What? Do you think I'm heartless and don't understand respecting elders and loving the young? Let me tell you Patrick, you understand what kind of person your mother is better than I do. She is manipulative and when you're not home, she treats me much worse than now."

Madeline couldn't take it anymore and poured out all her grievances.

"She said she came to help me protect the baby, but she actually put abortion drugs in the soup I was drinking. I want to ask you, how can there be such a heartless mother-in-law in this world, willing to do such a cruel thing to kill her own grandchild?"

"If I hadn't been cautious and didn't drink that soup, our child would have been going long ago! And what happened? As soon as you came back, she went to complain to you that I didn't appreciate her hard work and spilled the soup she had diligently prepared. At that time, you still sided with your mother!"

"Let me tell you, I can't afford to provoke your mother, but I can avoid her. Since you want your mother, I will stay far away from you. When the child is born, I will raise it on my own, without a penny from you, Patrick. Anyway, our relationship is not legitimate, at most we are just bedmates. If we separate, neither of us will lose anything!"

Patrick listened to her hurtful words, his face turning green with anger.

Fubuddy?

Damn. The woman who can make him the only woman to raise the idea of marriage actually said, only treats him as a Fubuddy.

This really hurt his self-esteem!

He was furious, approached, disregarded her resistance, grabbed her hand and pressed her against the wall, and forcefully kissed her.

Hmm!

Madeline's brain crashed.

This damn man, doesn't he know she's still carrying a ball? Isn't he afraid of causing her to go into premature labor by pressing her like this?

The man's kiss was extremely domineering, carrying a punishing intensity, as if he wanted to devour her!

Madeline pushed him desperately, stammering, "Patrick, you... jerk, let me go... now!"

However, the man completely ignored her, becoming increasingly reckless.

Finally, Madeline couldn't control herself and bit him, causing the man to loosen his grip in pain.

She cried out loudly!

Freya and Bradley, who were at the door, heard the sound and rushed in immediately.

When they saw the two figures on the wall, Patrick still pressing on Madeline's belly, Freya anxiously asked, "Patrick, what are you doing?"

The man who heard the voice turned around, his breath still unsteady, his pupils bloodshot, like a raging wild beast.

Freya gestured for Bradley to put her down, then hurried over and pulled Patrick off Madeline.

"Madeline is about to give birth, if you keep pressing on her, what if you hurt the baby?"

It was only at this moment that Patrick realized, looking at Madeline with guilt in his heart, "Madeline, I..."

Madeline was furious, without saying a word, she slapped him directly across the face.

"Get lost!"

Madeline was on the verge of a breakdown, infuriated by his mother and him.

Caught off guard by the slap, Patrick stood dumbfounded in place.

Meanwhile, Bradley, completely unaware of the situation, looked just as confused!

Just after leaving for a few days, what had transpired?

Seeing the tension in the air, Bradley broke the silence and spoke, "Patrick, come to the study!"