My Talented Babies & Genius Wife

Without waiting for Kieran to say anything, Caelan asked again in a cold voice, "You are Kieran, right?!" Hearing these words from Caelan, Freya's heart was raised to her throat.

She knew that Kieran was very capable and gifted, but this was, after all, the territory of the Harper family.

Moreover, now that he was injured in his leg and could not even stand up, if his identity was really exposed, with the level of resentment the Harper family had towards him, he would definitely not be able to leave this place alive.

Kieran's eyes, however, were not the least bit flustered.

His face was covered with a silver mask, and Freya could not tell what his expression was like underneath it.

But she could clearly feel that his body was filled with an indescribable sneer.

He leaned back in his wheelchair, and his whole aura becmore and more lazy and cold, his thin lips moved gently, and a voice with a bit of hoarseness poured out from his mouth.

"Yes, | am Kieran." He usually spoke, giving people the impression that he was detached and cold, but at this moment, his voice was rare with a bit of laughter, but it seemed even more disdainful of everything around him.

As he listened to his voice, which was full of mockery, the tense vigilance of Harper family dispersed a little.

He stared at him unblinkingly, and suddenly, he too hooked his lips and smiled cynically.

He was relieved that the person in the wheelchair could not possibly be Kieran.

Yes, Kieran had fallen off the cliff and into the blazing lava, how could he still be alive! It was just that his Layton, who had always been fierce and ruthless, was now willing to stand up for Freya and Alistair, which made him feel, somewhat unbelievable.

"Layton, you're really joking! How could you possibly be Kieran! Kieran has long since died!" Caelan turned his face and gave a gloomy glance at Alistair, who was being held tightly in Freya's arms, "I'm just a little curious as to how Layton, who has always been thin-skinned, would suddenly be so kind as to cand help my Stahler save her child!" The atmosphere around them, which had only slightly eased, instantly bectense again.

Kieran didn't take Caelan's pressing steps seriously at all, he still had the scasual and unrestrained look.

His pair of dark eyes slowly fell on Freya's face, "If her child dies and she collapses and goes crazy, who will cure my leg!" "Dr. Stahler, | help you save the baby, you will cure my leg, won't you?" "Yes." Freya spoke with unparalleled certainty, if he really was the great devil Layton, even if he helped her, she would only chop him on the leg, but he was her Kieran.

The man she loved most.

So, no matter why he pretended to be Layton and was unwilling to identify her, she wanted their family to be reunited and never be separated again.

Originally, after recognising Kieran, Freya couldn't wait to identify with him, but now, she understood that she couldn't be that impulsive anymore.

They were surrounded by a flood of beasts, and if they took one wrong step, there would be no turning back.

Now, she could only pretend not to recognise him, to go along with all his actions, to guard him in her own way.

Freya did not return to Caelan's ancient castle.

Edward was anxious to get his precious second son back to health, and after making sure that Alistair was unhurt, she went back to the old mansion with Kieran.

In fact, she particularly wanted to take Alistair with her and look after him personally, but she knew in her heart that Caelan could not possibly agree.

She could only settle for the second best and leave Alistair in the care of his people first, and she could occasionally go to the old castle to see Alistair.

Originally, Freya was quite worried that Melody would cover and pester Kieran to take a bath with him again or something, but fortunately, she didn't cover for the past two days.

He didn't show affection to Melody, and even if he continued to ignore her for the past two days, she felt a lot more comfortable.

Sometimes, she especially wanted to say a few sweet words to him about their kids and their Alistair, but every tshe gave him a treatment, Jonathan would stand by and stare at her like a thief, and she had absolutely no chance to communicate with him in private.

After spending these few days at the old mansion, Freya also learned quite a lot of information from the servants’ mouths.

For example, Jonathan was Layton's most important beloved, who had been with him for many years and had been born into death for him many times.

But for sreason, every tshe saw Jonathan, Freya had a strong feeling that he was aware of Kieran's identity, and that he, in turn, did not want Kieran to identify with her.

Freya felt that if Jonathan was really Layton's beloved, after knowing that Kieran was a fake, he would definitely have to get him killed first so that he could help Layton take revenge. She really couldn't figure out why he was so loyal to Kieran again now.

What she couldn't figure out, Freya didn't want to continue wasting her brain cells.

She now, had to take the opportunity to heal her face.

Previously, in Caelan's ancient castle, she had no chance to touch the medicinal herbs, but now at the old mansion, the medicinal herbs over here were at her disposal, and she would not let go of such a good opportunity.

Moreover, there was a large area of special medicinal fields on the back of the old mansion, and what was planted in those medicinal fields were all plants that contained severe poison.

Freya wanted to use the method of attacking poison with poison to completely cure the poison in her body, she had to go to that medicinal field to find spoisonous herbs that could be used.

After giving Kieran a massage and acupuncture in the afternoon, Freya took a bamboo basket and went to the back of the mountain.

Usually, few people in the old mansion would cto the back of the mountain, which was really quite desolate and had an eerie feeling in the middle of the day.

Freya was not that timid, but as she listened to the strange cries of various insects and beasts on the back of the hill, her back still felt chilly.

She quickened her pace, thinking that she would hurry up and find the several poisonous herbs she wanted and return to the old mansion to prepare the antidote.

She didn't know who had planted this medicinal field, but it was obvious that it hadn't been tended to for a long time, and all kinds of weeds had grown around it.

Freya put on her rubber gloves and she saw several particularly valuable poisonous herbs at a glance.

She was so happy that she stepped forward and tried to pluck these poisonous plants into her small bamboo basket.

Before she could walk into the field, she felt a tightness around her waist and a tall, strong man hugged her tightly from behind.

Freya was taken aback by the situation and when she reacted, she subconsciously tried to break his grip.

Instead, Pete held her a little tighter, and his handsome, mixed-race face wore a distinctly unkind look, "Dr.

Stahler, I've been waiting for you for a long time, and you're finally here!" "You let go of me! What the hell are you trying to do?!" Freya asked as he violently pushed Pete away and looked at him with a wary expression.

"Dr. Stahler, what do | want to do?" A cruel smile curled up on Pete's face, "I think what | want to do most today, apart from possessing you, would be to kill someone and bury a corpse!"