Freya asked again, "After Mrs. Rong married into this village, didn't she ever move around in the village? Or, didn't she ever seek help from others?"

The village doctor shook her head again. "Most of the people in this village are illiterate. They couldn't understand what Mrs. Rong said. Rong the Butcher sells pork outside all year round and could communicate with her a little. Moreover, Rong the Butcher was worried that Mrs. Rong would run away, so he always kept her locked at home and no one could see her. As for me, I'm the village doctor. Since Mrs. Rong has been suffering from domestic violence by Rong the Butcher all year round, Rong the Butcher was worried that something might happen to her and often asked me to come and help. I had some contact with Mrs. Rong. Before she went crazy, she did ask me for help. But you know, as a woman, how could I fight against Rong the Butcher? So I was unable to do anything about her request."

Having said this, the village doctor let out a deep sigh. But as if she remembered something, she added, "Oh, right. I remember that Mrs. Rong said she had just given birth to a pair of twin boys not long ago. She used to live in Central Africa. She was unfortunately deceived while coming here to find the father of her children and was sold here by a human trafficker."

Twin boys...

Living in Central Africa...

Looking for the father of her children...

Why was all this so similar to the experience of Lan Xiaoling's sister?

Could it be...

Was she the mother of Yuanbao and Yuanman?

Freya was amazed by this sudden discovery. She never expected that she was accidentally abducted to this village and unexpectedly found the woman that Lu Shao was looking for.

She tightly grabbed the village doctor's arm, and her voice trembled with excitement. "Doctor Yang, thank you for telling me all this. I have something urgent to attend to, so I have to go now."

After saying that, she quickly got up and left.

She had to find Gabriel immediately and tell him about this. No matter whether Mrs. Rong was the woman he was looking for or not, they couldn't miss even the slightest chance.

At this moment, a sneaky figure hid in the darkness.

Watching Freya leave, a dangerous light flashed in Rong the Butcher's eyes.

Freya's warning earlier made him feel vaguely uneasy. That's why he secretly followed her, wanting to find an opportunity to deal with her. Who knew he would see this woman approach Doctor Yang and ask about Xiaolan's situation.

Rong the Butcher had a hunch that this woman would be a threat to him. Therefore, before she could do anything to him, he had to deal with this woman when she left the village.

Of course, before that, he had to make arrangements for Xiaolan first.

...

When Freya returned, she still didn't see Gabriel at the door.

It was so late. Where could Lu Shao have gone?

Just as Freya was about to send someone to look for him, she saw Gabriel standing tall and gracefully, slowly appearing in front of her in the night.

He was a night walker who combined darkness and killing. His handsome features, paired with his expressionless face, made it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

He was like a Shura god walking on the edge of hell, having just emerged from a sea of blood and violence.

If Freya wasn't somewhat familiar with Gabriel, she would also be intimidated by the hostility emanating from this man.

"Lu Shao, is it convenient to have a chat?"

Gabriel glanced at Freya, nodded, and said, "Sure."

Freya didn't beat around the bush. She came straight to the point and said, "I just went to bandage a woman in the village. I found that she might be the person you're looking for. Her surname is Lan. Before being sold to this village, she gave birth to twin boys. And she came from Central Africa, bringing the children to look for their father."

Freya roughly explained the situation and finally added, "She is now the wife of Rong the Butcher, the village butcher. Unfortunately, due to years of abuse, she has mental problems. And now, because of domestic violence, she has a concussion and is still lying in a coma."

Upon hearing this, Gabriel's expressionless handsome face slightly twitched, and an intimidating coldness radiated from it.

He clenched his fists, and his voice was obviously hoarse with excitement. "Where is she?"

Freya said, "Walk a hundred meters forward. The first tile-roofed house at the entrance of the village is Rong the Butcher's house."

As soon as she finished speaking, Freya's hair was lifted by a gust of wind. When she reacted, Gabriel had already disappeared into the night again.

She took a step forward and was about to follow when a bodyguard ran out from inside and reported to her, "Madam, sir has woken up."

To hide their identities and avoid exposure, Freya had instructed everyone to address her and Bradley as "Madam" and "Sir".

After all, the identities of Solterra's master and mistress were too special. In this remote village, who knew what kind of trouble it might cause.

Therefore, before leaving here, they should keep a low profile as much as possible.

"I see."

Freya gave up the idea of going with Gabriel and turned to enter the room.

At the moment, Bradley was lying on the bed with his eyes open. When he saw her come in, he wanted to sit up, but Freya quickly stepped forward to stop him.

"Don't move around. It took me a lot of effort to bring you back from the brink of death. If you move around and the wound splits open, it will need to be sutured again."

She quickly approached to check his wound. After confirming that the wound hadn't split open, she let out a sigh of relief.

Seeing her so nervous, Bradley smiled weakly with his lips. "It's okay. The injuries I've had before were much more serious than this, and I got through them too."

His face was already pale due to the injury, and his voice was hoarse just after waking up. He looked somewhat sickly, which made Freya feel very sorry for him.

She opened her arms and gently hugged him. "The past is the past, and now is now. From today on, don't get injured again."

Bradley pursed his dry lips and said in a hoarse voice, "I understand, my dear wife."

Freya smiled helplessly. "Stop being glib. It will be dawn in a few hours. Close your eyes and rest well."

Bradley had no intention of sleeping at the moment. He just looked at her steadily with his deep and narrow eyes, raised his hand, and gently held her small hand. He said in a hoarse voice, "Come up and sleep with me."

He could tell that Freya hadn't closed her eyes at all.

Her originally bright and clear eyes were slightly bloodshot, and there was a dark circle under her eyes.

She must be extremely tired, but because she was worried about him, she had been staying by his side and didn't dare to close her eyes.

Freya glanced at the bed under the man. It was a small bed of 1.5 meters. The man lying on it already occupied the entire space. Because he was too tall, half of his long legs were hanging in the air. To make him more comfortable, she had to ask Doctor Yang to bring a stool for him to rest his feet on.

If she went up now, she could only sleep on top of him.

She shook her head and said, "It's okay. I'll just lie down and take a nap. You go to sleep."

After saying that, worried that the man wouldn't agree, she quickly lay down next to him and rested her face on her arm.

Bradley let out a helpless sigh. He wanted to make room for her on the bed but was powerless to do so. After all, if he moved around and the wound split open, it would only make the little woman more tired.

But he couldn't fall asleep. He just quietly traced Freya's face.