Bradley's deep eyes rolled with thick ink, like hell salvaging, even his voice was tempered with poison ice.

"Antidote?"

Seeing the man so nervous, Yin bit her lip tightly, her fists gripping the ground even harder.

Since the moment she fell off the cliff, she had told herself countless times in her heart that if she couldn't get it, she would destroy it.

But seeing this man again, the sprout of unwillingness burned more and more intensely, even triggering the deep hidden affection in her heart. At this moment, her heart was filled with the pain and despair of not being able to get it.

Her eyes widened too much, with streaks of red blood vessels floating inside, as if they would be spit out in the next second.

"This poison, there is no cure!"

After speaking, Yin laughed wildly like crazy.

Being able to see Freya suffering in torment in her lifetime, even if she will eventually be destroyed by Bradley, she would die content.

Watching the beloved woman slowly slipping away in his arms, that was the most painful revenge she could inflict on Bradley! She couldn't get him and she wouldn't let anyone else have him either. She wanted this man to be lonely and suffer the deepest pain of losing a loved ying for the rest of his life. The thought made a smile tug at the corner of One’s mouth uncontrollably.

Her nails dug into the ground too hard, causing them to crack and blood to surge. At this moment, Bradley's mind was filled with thoughts of comforting Freya. He lost control of his emotions and rushed forward, landing a heavy kick on her stomach.

"Don't play tricks with me. You know I have a hundred ways to deal with you!" He showed no mercy with his foot, causing One to quickly cough up blood.

Freya, feeling dizzy with weak legs, and her hearing failing, stood in place with a pained expression, suddenly seeing Bradley about to kill One. She urgently intervened, "Bradley, spare her life."

Seeing her distressed appearance, Bradley immediately went to support her. "Are you feeling unwell?"

Freya gritted her teeth to endure the discomfort in her heart, shaking her head, "It's nothing, just feeling a bit dizzy."

"I'll carry you back to rest!"

With that, the man held her in his arms and started to walk.

In just a few short hours since they last met, he felt that she seemed to have become even lighter, with no weight at all.

He was well aware that her condition was not good, but she kept trying to hide it, not wanting to worry him.

The more she did this, the more it hurt his heart, as if it were being torn to pieces, unbearable pain.

Freya nestled in the man's arms, holding onto his neck with both hands, her voice weak, "Yu One, just like Belle now, still has utility for us. Add to the fact that she harmed Ella, I will definitely not let her off."

Freya was not a saintly person; for those who had harmed her and her friends, she had a thousand ways to make them suffer.

Previously, One had plotted against her, even cruelly trying to harm her child. Now falling off a cliff and not dying but causing fatal harm to Ella, if this wicked woman died so easily, the heavens and earth would not allow it!

She was being kept alive to wait for Ella to return and settle the score with her in person!

"Okay, let's detain her here first, and wait until we catch Belle before deciding." Bradley called the bodyguard to guard One strictly. He originally wanted to send Freya back to rest, but she insisted on meeting Juliet. In order to prevent her from smelling the unpleasant odor, Bradley just stood with her at the door, trying not to get too close. But even so, the foul smell still spread throughout the dungeon. As soon as Freya stepped in, the strong olfactory experience hit her, causing her stomach to churn. She tried to endure but couldn't help it, ending up vomiting uncomfortably. "Juliet's whole body is more than just decayed, plus she's already infested with maggots, death is near." Bradley gently patted her back as he watched her tearfully vomit, feeling heartbroken. "I have a medicine to prevent the wound from further decay, have someone feed it to her, even if it can't save her life, it can maintain it for a while." Taking out a bottle from her body, Bradley took it and called for a bodyguard. He watched as the bodyguard, fully armed, approached and forcibly fed Juliet. "Cough, cough, cough."

Originally on the brink of death, Juliet started to cough weakly. Her body was severely decayed, with some parts already eroded to the bying. It was impossible for her to survive, and now she could only live day by day. Falling into this state today was also the result of her own actions, blaming no one else.

Freya watched as Juliet opened her eyes, her dull eyes devoid of emotion, tainted with a shade of death. She reached out her hand towards Freya, like a fierce ghost from hell.

The next moment, a crazed scream erupted...

Headquarters medical room.

Rescue efforts are still underway urgently.

Hawke watched as Xavier's face turned pale, large beads of sweat falling down his cheeks. His heartstrings were tightly pulled together.

The high-intensity operation required utmost concentration, and Xavier was the patient himself, but he was still holding on for Ella.

In the end, his body still sent out danger signals, and he collapsed weakly backwards. Thankfully, Hawke had two assistant doctors protect him on both sides, and when they saw he was about to collapse, they quickly supported him. "I can..." Before losing consciousness, Xavier was still murmuring these words. Hawke quickly signaled for the assistant doctors to take him out to rest, while he continued to lead the surgery. Although Ella had not yet escaped from the danger of death, Hawke had to admit that Xavier's medical skills were extraordinary. In just a few hours, he had reignited Ella's will to survive. The frequency on the heart rate monitor became stronger, indicating that Ella was telling them she wanted to live. Hawke couldn't help but feel it was incredible! When Ella was first brought in, the chances of survival were minimal. But now there was hope, is this the power of love?

Thinking of this, Hawke threw himself wholeheartedly into the surgery.

As time passed, minute by minute, it wasn't until nightfall that the surgery truly ended.

Hawke dared not stay a moment longer, leaving the emergency room and heading to Xavier's ward. His energy was severely depleted. Just as the assistant doctor reported that Xavier had fallen into a coma again, he came to check the situation, thankfully it was just extreme fatigue and there was no danger.

Taking a deep breath of relief, Hawke sat weakly on the sofa, the tension in his mind finally snapped.

After the young master recovered from his illness, he had lived comfortably for several years, but recently life had become too bitter.

Just dealing with Xavier had been enough torture for him, and now, Ella was added to the mix. He hadn't had a good night's sleep in months.

At that moment, an assistant doctor knocked on the door and entered respectfully, saying, "Dr. Hawke, the results of the research you conducted in the laboratory are out."

"What?"

Excited, Hawke stood up from the sofa.