My Talented Babies & Genius Wife

Stahler? That ridiculous dream began to play tricks on Freya's mind again.

"Caelan, you have to hold on! We'll definitely get out of here!" "My leg is already broken, even if | live, I'm still an invalid, what's the point of living!" "Caelan, don't say that! Even if your leg is broken, you are still the best Caelan in the world, moreover, | believe your leg will definitely get better!" "Stahler, I'm not a good person, I'm a worthless cripple!" "Caelan, if you keep saying that, I'll get really angry! You're not a cripple! You're my Prince Charming! When you grow up, you will marryon a white horse!" It seemed as if a century had passed before the young man lying on the ground spoke solemnly.

At that moment, instead of the initial dead silence, the young man's eyes seemed to have a million rays of light in them.

He said, "Okay, Stahler, when | grow up, | will ride a white horse to marry you and make you my most beautiful bride!" "Deal!" As these voices rose and fell, the blurred, confusing images that were once in the dream world slowly becclear.

Freya saw that the tiny, still somewhat baby-fatted girl clutched the little boy's blood-stained hand with great force as she nodded her head with unparalleled solemnity, "Caelan, when we grow up, I'll marry you!" Freya's eyes suddenly rounded, that was not a dream! She had actually experienced all this! When she was about five or six years old, she had a serious illness and forgot sthings. Bernice said it was okay, it was just the after-effects of a high fever, and that what she forgot wasn't good experience, even if she couldn't remember it for the rest of her life, it didn't matter.

She hadn't thought that she had been abducted by human traffickers when she was a child, and had gone through a harsh experience with Caelan under the nof Stahler.

Freya looked at the man in front of her in a daze. As a child, she had genuinely enjoyed playing with Caelan, but the man in front of her was no longer the boy who, although deep in the mud, longed for the light.

He was a full-blown demon who had snatched her child, ruined her throat and her face, left her homeless and abandoned by her husband.

He had ruined her! The eyes of Freya as she looked at Caelan no longer had any semblance of the pity and affection she had felt when she was young, only bitter hatred and disgust.

"Yes, | am Stahler!" Freya sneered and moved her lips, "But so what? Caelan, in my heart, you are a demon who deserves to die!" "Don't you just want my life? Anyway, I've already been victimized by you, so what if I'm more miserable! Just cand kill me!" With that, Freya started to grab the drawer next to her with force.

Inside the drawer, there was a small fruit knife, the knife that she had used to spare the poisoned blood on her arm, and now, it was just right to take it out and use it.

"Caelan, you kill me!" When she had just escaped from the prison that Caelan had bestowed upon her, Freya was full of longing for life.

She felt that she could undo the poison in her body and turn the tide against the wind with this exquisite medical skill of hers, but now, she realised just how naive her thoughts were.

Caelan had cto her.

It was easier for him to crush her than to crush an ant.

He would not let her get away with it! He might even have found her already, and the reason he hadn't shown up was to watch her fall from afar, to see her in a mess, to get skind of twisted satisfaction from this monkey business.

Instead of being pinched by him in a desperate struggle for her life, why not let him kill her! "Freya, who are you calling the devil?!" Caelan stepped forward, as he ruthlessly knocked the knife from Freya's hand to the ground and roughly strangled her neck, "Say it! Who is the devil!" Caelan was not a good-tempered person, he could allow his Stahler to have temper in front of him, but he could not tolerate her treating him like a demon, like an enemy! His Stahler was not like this before! She used to stand by his side unwaveringly no matter what happened, but now she hated and loathed him! She had reneged on her promise to him, married another man, and bore children for that man, it was he who hated her, so why did she call him the devil! The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and Caelan pinched Freya's neck until it cackled.

It hurts, it really hurts ...

Freya's throat was uncomfortable by being pinched by Caelan, and she couldn't breathe straight away.

At first, Freya struggled, but then, she just gave up.

It was as if she had resigned herself to her fate and given up.

It was as if, no matter how hard she tried, no matter how much she tossed and turned, she could not escape Caelan's clutches.

She was tired and didn't want to toss and turn anymore.

The only thing she couldn't let go of was that she didn't know where her Alistair was now, and whether he was well.

"Freya, say it! You don't hate me! I'm not a demon in your heart!" Caelan's voice was cold as he ordered, but he didn't get any response from Freya, and even, he didn't even feel her struggle anymore.

Realising something, he fiercely lowered his face and found that she had already fainted and was not moving at all.

She really did look extra thin and extra skinny.

The red marks on her face were hideous, but they still couldn't hide the ghastly whiteness of her face.

Clearly, her face was so white that there was no trace of blood, yet it was terribly hot.

He was paranoid, violent, twisted, his temper was on fire and he couldn't control it.

Tonight, he had wanted to spend good twith his Stahler, but he had not expected him to go mad and move against her.

Originally, Freya was still sitting on the edge of the bed, and as he removed his hand, her body crumpled onto the bed.

Seeing the hideous red marks on her neck where he had pinched her, Caelan's pupils suddenly shrank, and his heart ached so much he couldn't breathe for a moment.

He had almost killed his Stahler! "Stahler ..." There was a distinct hoarseness in Caelan's voice as he gently patted Freya's face, and then, he grabbed her hand with force, as if, what he was holding on to was srare treasure, and as soon as he let go, all the goodness would be shattered in an instant.

"Stahler, wake up ..." The worry was tinted in his voice. His master was the King of Poison, although he studied medicine, he only made poisons to kill people.

He grabbed Freya's wrist and took her pulse.

When he felt Freya's pulse, his face turned pale.

Her pulse was terribly weak, as weak as a dying person's.