Due to concern for Madeline's condition, the two did not chat much.

After giving birth, Madeline had been sent to the ward to rest, and the two children also stayed by their mother's side.

Freya and Patrick had just arrived at the door when they heard the children crying from inside.

They rushed in anxiously, only to see Ella holding the child, trying to soothe him, with an anxious look on his face.

While Madeline lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Ella, what's wrong?"

Patrick picked up the crying, red-faced little son, Freya waved a hand in front of Madeline for a long time, but seeing no response, had to ask Ella.

"The children have been crying non-stop. I asked Madeline to feed them, but she has been staring blankly without moving or reacting. I had to pick them up and comfort them. But Freya, I have no experience in comforting children, I don't know if I'm holding them uncomfortably or what, they cry even louder when they are on me."

Ella looked at the crying children, dripping with sweat out of anxiety.

Freya signaled for her to come and hold the child. When the child was in her arms, he stopped crying, but he kept rubbing his face against her, clearly indicating that he was hungry.

"Madeline, the baby needs to nurse. Try feeding them," she called out to Madeline, but Madeline remained indifferent.

Helpless, Ella shrugged. "She's been spacing out like this since earlier. I don't know what's on her mind."

Patrick walked over, carrying their son, and sat down by the bed.

He gently caressed Madeline's face and said with a trembling voice, "Madeline, look at our son, how cute he is!"

Perhaps Patrick's voice had an effect, as Madeline's scattered eyes gradually focused.

She turned her head slowly to look at Patrick, then her gaze fell on the child, and she gently touched his face, tears welling up in her eyes.

They say a mother and child share a special bond.

Surprisingly, Madeline's actions immediately stopped the child from crying.

Freya looked pleased and quickly said, "Patrick, put the baby next to Madeline and let her nurse."

Patrick was stunned for a moment, but quickly regained his composure and followed Freya's instructions.

The child lay on the side of his mother, rolling his eyes curiously, showing a keen interest in the world.

But perhaps due to extreme hunger, after a moment, he started crying loudly.

Originally, Madeline had a faint smile on her face, but when she saw the child crying and fussing again, her eyes darkened in an instant.

Suddenly, she held her head and burst into tears.

This action scared the three of them.

How did a person who went into the delivery room in good spirits come out like this?

Freya gestured for Patrick to quickly take the child away. Given Madeline's current condition, breastfeeding was definitely not possible, so they would have to resort to formula milk.

Because the child's face was all red from crying, Patrick had no choice but to prepare formula milk for the child.

As soon as the two children had their bottles in their mouths, they stopped crying.

Freya is not worried about the child, but the situation with Madeline. It is clear that the birthing process has left an indelible shadow in her heart. Now, whenever she sees the child, her emotions fluctuate unpredictably. If she can control this situation, it's not a big deal. But if she can't control it, there is a possibility that she may harm the child. After all, all her pain stems from these two children. The child falls asleep quickly after drinking milk. Because Madeline's condition is unstable, Patrick can only ask the nurse to help take care of the child, while he stays to accompany Madeline. Freya and Ella stayed for a while before going outside to talk. "Freya, Madeline's current condition is not good," Ella said, still shaken by her earlier reaction.

Neglecting even her own child, what kind of stimulus could have caused this? Freya pinched her brow and said in a serious tying, "It's indeed not ideal, but let's observe for a few days first. If her condition doesn't improve, perhaps we can only resort to emotional guidance." "I'm afraid emotional guidance won't work for her." "Then hypnosis, erase the memory of giving birth!" There seems to be no other way. Madeline is her friend, she can't bear to see her suffer! "But I'm not very good at hypnosis, do you want to do it yourself?" Ella looked at her with concern, "Freya, don't forget that hypnosis is very mentally draining. You are pregnant now, and shouldn't overwork yourself." Freya raised her hand and rested it on Ella's shoulder, speaking softly, "But I can't bear to see my friends suffer either. Ella, you and Madeline are the most important women in my life, I hope you both will be fine." Hearing this, Ella's eyes slightly reddened. The death of Xavier had a significant impact on her, and she had entertained thoughts of suicide numerous times.

If it weren't for the reassurance and guidance repeatedly provided, perhaps she wouldn't have made it to today. She reached out and placed her hand on her shoulder, forcing a smile, "It's our good fortune to have met you in this lifetime. But, you're about to become a mother, you should consider yourself more now."

"Moreover,Bradley spoils you so much, he would gladly give you all the love from past lives. You don't need to push yourself so hard, occasionally set aside your pride and confidence, lean on him. Your future will be happier." Freya pursed her lips, nodding, "I will, but don't forget, you and Madeline are also in my happiness."

The two women hugged tightly together. Due to many matters still needing her attention at Raven Pavilion, Ella left the capital city overnight. Madeline's current condition is stable, with Patrick by his side at all times, Freya has nothing to worry about.

After leaving the hospital room, she called Bradley, but the phone outside began to ring. Answering the call, a man's deep voice came through clearly, "Freya, I've always been here." Freya looked up, and the tall man with neatly groomed hair was standing in front of her, rainwater dripping from his hair.

Until this moment, she only realized that it was raining outside. She smiled slightly and walked towards him, then threw herself into his arms.

"When did you arrive?"

The man gently stroked her soft hair and said softly, "I never left after meeting with Ella just now."

Although it was not sweet words, it soothed Freya's heart and brought tears to her eyes.

"If you didn't leave, why didn't you come find me?"

The man lifted her chin, feeling slightly embarrassed. "You were in the maternity ward, it's not like you were giving birth. It wouldn't be appropriate for a big man like me to go in."

Freya realized this made sense.

But seeing him wait here for so long, getting soaked in the rain, she felt a pang of heartache.

Quickly using her sleeve to wipe the rainwater off his face, she tenderly scolded, "You could have waited inside, or in the car, why stand outside in the rain?"