Due to Ella's deep yearning for Xavier, depression took hold.

This illness cannot be easily dispelled even with peace of mind.

After all, the hardest disease to cure in the world is not cancer, but heart disease.

“Why are you not speaking, did something happen to Ella?”

Freya was vaguely uneasy, not hearing any news about Ella for so long made her worried.

Now, Bradley was silent again, making her speculate even more that something must have happened to Ella.

After a moment of thought, the man gently held her hand, kissed it lightly, and then said, "A few days ago, news came that Ella was vomiting blood, so I had someone fetch a doctor to come and treat him. The doctor said it was a heart disease caused by deep-seated depression. To recover, he needs heart medicine."

Vomiting blood?

Heart disease caused by deep-seated depression?

She always thought that Ella could survive this emotional ordeal, but she didn't expect to push herself into such a situation.

"In two or three days, I'll be out of confinement, and I want to go see her."

Ella's situation is not very good, even if she can't find the medicine for her heart, she will still use her own methods to cure her illness.

Long-term vomiting blood is not a good sign, and deep depression gradually leads to losing the belief in living.

Ella's situation is clearly pushing herself towards a dead end step by step.

Bradley knew her worries, and even though he was reluctant, he nodded and agreed, "Okay, I'll accompany you when the time comes."

...

Three days later arrived quickly, Freya finished her confinement.

The moment she stepped out of the house, the sunlight poured in, piercing her eyes, but she still opened her arms to embrace the sunlight.

The fresh air made all the pores on her body open, and Freya felt like she was alive again.

Bradley hugged her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder and said in a hoarse voice, "Welcome back, Mrs. Austin."

Freya smiled and turned around to hug him back.

"It feels like a rebirth after the long and exhausting pregnancy. Many things left me feeling helpless and lost. But from this moment on, Freya is revived again!"

"Although the postpartum period has passed, the energy expended in childbirth is still too much, so it's not advisable to overexert yingself."

If it weren't for Freya's insistence on ending the postpartum confinement, he intended to have her complete the full sixty days.

Freya blinked mischievously at him and smiled, "It's okay, I'm fine now. By the way, is the plane ready? We can depart for Raven Pavilion."

Bradley nodded, "Everyone is prepared, ready at any time."

"Good, let's go then."

Soon, Lance arrived in the car, and the two of them went to the private airstrip, heading straight to Raven Pavilion.

When Freya arrived, she could already hear coughing coming from inside.

The intermittent sound was unsettling to hear.

"Quickly, fetch the doctor, the hostess is coughing up blood."

Urgent voices could be heard from inside the room, followed by a group of subordinates rushing out in a panic.

"The hostess has been coughing up blood every other day for the past three days, what should we do?"

"Yes, her complexion is getting worse and worse, she seems like a different person."

"Ah, the hostess is such a good person, why did she fall ill at such a young age?"

"Didn't they say it was a heart illness? The hostess's favorite man passed away, excessive grief led to unresolved sorrow, where can we find solace for her heart?"

Several subordinates chatted as they walked.

Just then, Freya walked in and overheard Everyone.

She stopped ying of the subordinates and furrowed her brows, asking, "Where is the hostess now?"

Her subordinates recognized her and nodded in greeting, "Young Master, Young Madam, the Chief is resting in the room."

"Good." Freya left these words behind and walked towards the room.

She could still hear the voices of her subordinates from far away.

"Young Madam Lexi is a famous doctor, with her here, the Chief will be saved."

"Yes, yes, the Chief is such a good person, we must not let anything happen to her."

Inside the room, Ella coughed incessantly, holding his chest. He couldn't control the coughing until he finally coughed up a mouthful of blood. When Freya pushed the door open and entered, she saw this scene and her eyes reddened with distress.

"Ella..."

A familiar voice sounded, and Ella subconsciously looked up, only to collide with a familiar face.

At that moment, the inner panic made her extremely uneasy, so she quickly turned her face away, not wanting her to see her ugly appearance.

"Ella, do you think that by turning your face away I won't be able to see you? You're so sick, why didn't you tell me?"

Freya ran all the way over, her voice hoarse, she approached her step by step, until she stood in front of the bed.

Ella's slender fingers tightly gripped the sheets, her voice choked, "I'm fine, just a little ailment, I'll be better in a few days."

A little ailment?

Hearing these three words, Freya could only smile helplessly.

She could tell the severity of her illness just from hearing the cough at the door, fearing that it had already affected her heart and lungs to the point of coughing up blood.

Yet she still wanted to hide it.

Freya's trembling hand fell on her shoulder, saying, "We are sisters, I have seen the ugliest side of you, there is no need to hide from me. No matter how you change, in my heart you are still the cold and aloof Ella, how could I ever reject you?" These words made Ella's suppressed tears finally uncontrollably fall. She slowly turned her head and uncontrollably fell into Freya's arms. "How could you ignore your health and rush over during your confinement? If you develop a illness because of this, I cannot forgive myself." Ella also knew about Freya's situation. It was said that she gave birth to a cute and clever Yara and has been in confinement. It was precisely because she was afraid of worrying her that Ella strongly demanded that Bradley conceal his condition. But who knew, she eventually found out. "You have finished your confinement, there is no need to worry." Freya gently stroked her hair, carefully observing her haggard face.

Former Ella was once confident and beautiful, her charm was difficult to hide even without makeup. But now with sunken eye sockets, yellowing skin, and dry, colorless lips.

This Ella resembles the pitiful Lin Daiyu, truly stirring feelings of heartache.

"Let's not talk about this now, let me see your condition!"

Freya brought a pillow to support her, making her more comfortable to lean on, and then began to pulse her.

As she had expected, the pulse was weak and chaotic, the heart and lungs were indeed damaged.

Ella knew her condition well and sighed lightly, "Don't waste your energy, this is a deep-rooted illness, no amount of medicine will help."

"No need for medicine, acupuncture will do."

Freya let go of her hand, sternly said, "But you must pull yourself together, otherwise even if Xavier really returns, your illness may be beyond cure."

"Also, I know about the underground maze situation, Bradley has sent people to investigate, you don't need to worry about these things recently, just rest well."

"Freya, I..."

Without waiting for her to finish speaking, Freya placed her finger on her lips and said, "There's no need for thanks. You are my sister whom I will accompany through life and death. How can I stand by and watch you die?"