"Bradley, I..."

Patrick wanted to say something more, but his phone lying on the coffee table started ringing.

Glancing at the caller ID, the words "Old Father" appeared on the screen, making his head ache suddenly.

"My mom is calling again, probably complaining about some discomfort."

Patrick sighed, feeling anxious every time he received a call from his mother.

He reached out to hang up directly, but considering his mother's persistent nature, he reluctantly answered the call.

"Patrick, my whole head is so painful that I can't even lift it up, and my chest feels tight. Where are you? Mom needs you..."

Patrick looked at Bradley pleadingly, but the man simply ignored him, picking up the phone to admire pictures of his Yara's small feet.

Watching Patrick comforting his mother, Bradley also felt a headache coming on.

He was very fortunate, with a Yara in his heart, so he would only have to worry about the child in the future. As for when the child grew up to the age of marriage, his heart would not have to face the in-law relationship. He would definitely pamper his woman to the sky and never let her suffer any grievances in the future. After comforting his mother, Patrick collapsed weakly on the sofa. "Chen, help me, I really feel like I'm dying." Just slapped by Madeline, his cheek was slightly sore, and now after a phone call from his mother, his whole body ached. Bradley shook his head, "Have a good talk with Madeline. If she can understand you, things will naturally be easier to handle. If she absolutely won't listen to you, then you...take care of yourself!" With that said, he got up and walked towards the door. Downstairs, the two women were still chatting.

Bradley stood at the railing on the second floor, facing Freya, and said, "Freya, come up for a moment, I have something to tell you."

"Coming!" Freya looked up and replied, then comforted him gently, "Patrick has come down, you should clarify your position with him. If he remains indifferent, no matter what you plan to do in the future, your sisters will support you."

After wiping away the tears from her face, she stood up and walked upstairs.

She bumped into Patrick at the staircase landing, and Freya reminded him, "Young Master Patrick, if you have made someone pregnant, you should take responsibility. If you don't handle this well, don't blame me for being rude to you."

"Sister-in-law..."

"Go on, have a good talk with Madeline. She is not a unreasonable woman. If you consider her more, she wouldn't have to leave home with a big belly."

Freya stopped there, knowing that every family has its own difficulties to deal with. If this mother-in-law and Yara-in-law relationship is not handled well, conflicts will only escalate, leading to an unhappy ending.

Freya came to the bedroom and as soon as she entered, she was embraced by the man and he leaned down to give her a deep kiss.

She pushed him away forcefully and whispered, "Bradley, what are you doing?"

"Nothing, just wanted to kiss you!"

The man carefully avoided her stomach and gently kissed her soft lips.

After not seeing her for a few days, he missed her deeply.

Moreover, she acted on her own, almost putting herself in danger, and he hadn't properly punished her yet.

ying kiss led to uncontrollable escalation.

The intensity increased.

It was only when both of them were slightly out of breath that they released each other.

Freya nestled in his arms, her cheeks flushed, her moist lips emitting a tempting blush.

"She pursed her lips and said, 'Do you know about Madeline and Patrick's situation?'

'Yes.'

'How do you view this matter?'

'Interference in the emotions between lovers is not constructive. They can only resolve it themselves. So, Freya, just offer comfort to Madeline, don't give her advice. After all, you will not have to deal with the mother-in-law relationship in your present or future, so you are not clear about those interests. Your advice to others is just an objective thought. It's possible that in the end, you might do harm despite good intentions.'

Bradley's slender fingers entwined with her hair, reflecting his feelings for her, lingering and reluctant to part.

Freya nodded, 'I understand, so let Patrick and Madeline have a good talk about it. They make the final decision on how to handle this.'

'That's the right way to think.'

The man touched her head, and his expression immediately became serious. 'Let's set aside other people's matters for now. Tell me, when you followed that sniper, did you find any clues?'

'Yes, the other party was targeting Mystica, so they must be an enemy I made before. But no matter how hard I try to figure it out, I just can't determine who it is.'

The key is, the other party also knows Mystica's true identity, which is quite puzzling."

Bradley narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "The other party not only knows your identity, but also crucially knows that I am your husband. If I'm not mistaken, it is someone familiar."

On the way back, he repeatedly pondered the identity of the other party.

At that time, the sky was too dark to see the other person's face clearly, but based on their figure, there was a vague sense of familiarity.

Coupled with Freya's identity, which only their close yings knew about and had never been made public, how did the other party find out?

"But who could it be?"

Freya murmured.

If the other party openly confronted her, she wouldn't care about him.

However, this kind of lurking in the shadows, indulging in the game of death and capture, always made her feel uneasy.

"Before long, I will personally expose him."

Bradley's eyes turned cold, revealing a chilling cold light.

The death trap consists of a total of eight rounds. The opponent has already reached the fifth round, and even intends to gradually reveal themselves. Bradley believes that in the next three rounds, the true identity of the opponent will gradually emerge.

"Well, I believe you can catch him."

Freya has always believed in men, after all, his strength is evident to all. Besides, her body is gradually becoming weaker, feeling a bit overwhelmed after feeling a little hot a moment ago.

"Let me see if our Yara has grown a bit."

Bradley changes the subject and his warm palm falls on Freya's small abdomen, gently stroking with a moderate force.

Even though she is five or six months pregnant, Freya's limbs are still slender apart from her slightly protruding belly. However, this kind of contact makes the man's heart boil with excitement.

His hands become more restless.

When Freya felt uncomfortable and wanted to push him away, her Yara suddenly kicked her hard, causing her to cry out in pain. "What's wrong?" The man's brow furrowed with concern. "she kicked me. It seems that Yaras are always on their father's side. She hasn't even been born yet, but she's already bullying me by your side," Freya said, feeling aggrieved. The kick just now was quite strong. Bradley chuckled softly, then leaned down and kissed her belly. Freya felt as if she had been electrocuted and froze in place.