She made a low whimper in her mouth, but the pressure on her body grew heavier.

She unconsciously started kicking the blanket, and when the weight on her body disappeared, she let out a satisfied sigh.

However, moments later, as if someone was against her, the heavy feeling pressed down on her again.

She murmured discontentedly, even her hands began to fidget restlessly.

Bradley saw her continuously kicking the blanket, so he simply lay down with her and forcefully embraced her in his arms.

The sudden warmth made Freya feel even hotter in her heart.

She struggled in the man's arms.

The more she moved, the more sweat flowed.

Soon, the newly changed pajamas were soaked again.

Bradley was too lazy to change again, so he directly stripped himself clean, removing his own sleeping robe at the same time.

Now, the two bodies were pressed together like a fireball, burning even brighter.

"It's hot... so hot..."

Freya kept whimpering, but the man showed no mercy, holding her tighter.

He knew that the only way to cool her down was to make her sweat it out.

Therefore, even though he felt empathy, he forced himself to be ruthless.

Finally, Freya stopped struggling from exhaustion and soon fell into a deep sleep.

She slept until dawn and when she woke up, she felt completely dazed.

As if a century had passed, she stared blankly at the naked man beside her, unable to speak for a long time.

Bradley looked at her wet hair sticking to her face, her skin washed clean and fair, with a touch of blush, and his heart softened a bit.

He reached out to feel her forehead temperature, confirming that the high fever had subsided, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. "Honey, what's wrong with me?" She only remembered soaking in the bath, feeling very sleepy, closing her eyes, and then drifting in and out of dreams. Vaguely she felt a heaviness on her body, as if being pressed down by a ghost. Bradley brushed the loose hair from her forehead and said in a gentle tying, "You had a high fever in the middle of the night, don't you remember?" Freya listened and stared at the man's muscular body for a few moments. After a while, she finally spoke, "So I felt like I was being pressed by a ghost because of you?" The man helplessly smiled, flicked her forehead, and said, "What ghost pressing you? You can't take medicine or get injections when pregnant, so I can only cover you with a blanket to help you sweat it out, that's the weight of the blanket." After speaking, he got out of bed and directly lifted her out from under the blanket, "Since you've sweated so much, let me hold you and we'll take a hot bath." It wasn't until Freya was hiding in the man's arms that she realized she was completely exposed.

Bradley...is also naked.

So, what happened last night?

Her mind was full of fanciful scenes, and in her self-imagination, her face turned even redder.

Seeing this, Bradley could only helplessly chuckle, "You keep kicking off the blanket, so I had no choice but to hold you while we slept. And since your clothes were wet, changing them frequently could make it harder to reduce the fever, so I just took them off together."

With that, the man had already carried her to the bathroom.

After the high fever passed, Freya felt weak and powerless, allowing the man to manipulate her completely.

After taking a bath and returning to bed, she felt like she had come back to life.

Bradley went downstairs to prepare some food for her. During this time, Freya called Patrick to check on the situation with Madeline.

"The situation is not great. Whenever the child cries, she becomes very agitated. The doctor just recommended that we transfer to the psychiatric ward."

Patrick clearly hadn't slept all night, his hoarse voice revealing his exhaustion.

"Psychiatry?" Upon hearing these three words, Freya smiled and said, "Madeline just has psychological depression, not a mental illness. How about this, you transfer her to the medical room, and I can provide her with psychological counseling. If counseling doesn't work, the worst-case scenario is hypnosis. It's really pitiful for the child, not being able to be with the mother right after birth, not even having a sip of breast milk before being taken away. Thinking of the child, Freya furrowed her brow tightly and asked, 'By the way, what are you going to do with the child in the future?' Patrick, in distress, grabbed his hair and said, 'My mother said she wants to come take care of them, but I haven't agreed.' 'You must not agree. Madeline is currently suffering from depression. I am worried that your mother coming over would worsen the situation!' Lina can't stand Madeline at all, and even dislikes the children. Who knows how she will treat them if she comes. Patrick sighed and asked, 'Freya, tell me, what should I do now?' Hopeful for the child's birth, but the child was born healthy while the adults encountered trouble. Patrick's mind is now in total chaos!"

"First, find a reliable postpartum nurse, then take Madeline to the medical room, and have the postpartum nurse come along to take care of the child."

Carrying a pregnancy herself, and with Madeline giving birth to twins, she simply does not have the energy to take care of both adults and children.

At this moment, if not letting Lina take care of it, we can only find a postpartum nurse.

"Okay, I will arrange for Madeline to be discharged and taken to the medical room immediately."

"Good."

After hanging up the phone, Freya breathed a sigh of relief.

Madeline suddenly encountered issues, which she had never anticipated.

She had not yet experienced the pain of childbirth, and therefore could not understand Madeline's suffering.

But she knew it was definitely beyond what an average person could endure, otherwise Madeline would not have ended up like this.

As noon approached, news came from the medical room that Madeline had already been brought over. Along with her came the postpartum caregiver and two children. Freya had rested in the morning and her spirits had recovered, so she hurried to the medical room. Just like yesterday, Madeline seemed to be in a daze for a long time. She murmured in her sleep. It seemed that giving birth had a great impact on her mental state. Freya tried to greet Madeline, "Madeline, do you remember who I am?" Perhaps upon hearing her voice, Madeline's empty gaze gradually focused and she turned her head to look at her. However, she didn't speak. "I'm Freya, your best friend Freya." Freya knew that she remembered her, so she smiled and sat in front of her, saying, "Look at your hair all messy, you used to care so much about your appearance, let me help you comb your hair."

She brought a comb and carefully helped her with her hair. Ever since being with Patrick, Madeline gradually grew out her hair. From her previous tomboy look, she slowly transformed into a more feminine appearance. Her long hair was soft and smooth, like satin. Freya gently helped her comb her hair, talking to her like a friend, discussing children. Madeline was initially resistant and would cover her ears. But as Freya talked about the adorable qualities of children, even showing her photos, Madeline's dull eyes slowly began to shine. She would even gaze at the screen in a daze. Freya knew it was working, so when she felt better, she had the nanny bring the child over. "Madeline, look at Dabao and Freyaobao, aren't they cute?"