My Talented Babies & Genius Wife

"Boss, there's something that | never got around to telling you." As soon as the call was answered, the warbling voice of his right-hand man cthrough.

"Speak!" "Boss, I've been up close and personal with the person who took Miss Stahler's child." The man's voice was tinged with obvious apprehension.

He was silent for a while before he spoke cautiously, "Boss, | unintentionally cut his sleeve with a knife, and on his arm, there was a Blood Eagle tattoo." "What?!" Caelan's eyes, which were tinged with a faint red hue, were instantly filled with boundless blood red.

His hand's voice, slightly tinged with trembling, continued, "That Blood Eagle tattoo, it's exactly the sas Chief Harper's group!" He hung up stiffly, all the red in his eyes turning into unquenchable hate.

The Blood Eagle tattoo.

Edward had once selected elites from among the assassins and trained a group of soldiers, and on the left arm of those soldiers, without exception, were all blood eagle tattoos.

The matter of Edward's training of soldiers was so secret that even Melody’s family did not know about it.

In the vast Free State, only he and Layton knew about it. Later, after he had fought with those soldiers once, he leaked it to his most trusted men.

No one could impersonate Edward's group of soldiers, which meant that the person who had killed Alistair was Edward! He had never felt the love of a father since he was a child, and all he had ever received was the coldness and cruelty of Edward towards him.

He didn't care about fatherly love, but why, when he was so close to being happy, did Edward cruelly smash his happiness? Alistair was dead, and even if he hadn't done it himself, Stahler would never forgive him! Caelan was worried about Freya's situation, but right now, he had more important things to do.

After calling Lister to cover and instructing Dora to look after Freya every inch of the way, he stiffened and turned around, then took a step outside the old mansion.

He and Edward were even more tired enemies.

He had to personally supervise the manufacture of the new weapons. Only when the new weapons were successfully launched could he have enough capital to fight against Edward! And only when Edward disappears can he really do as he pleases! Stahler, don't worry, when | say that I will avenge your child, | will do what | say! As soon as Caelan had left, Lister hurried over.

Seeing Freya's appearance lying straight on the bed, he was taken aback.

However, fortunately, there was nothing seriously wrong with her body, but she had just fainted from the pain.

Instead of rushing to wake Freya up, Lister gave her a few doses of calming and tranquilising medicine.

Dora stayed by Freya's bedside worriedly, not that she cared much about Freya, she was just afraid that if anything happened to her, Caelan would not let her go.

After hearing Lister say that Freya was fine, Dora breathed a long sigh of relief.

The medicine that Lister had prescribed for Freya needed to be boiled in a special way, so Dora listened to his instructions, took the medicine and hurried downstairs to the kitchen to boil it.

When Freya woke up, Dora had not yet returned.

Her eyelids were a little heavy and she struggled to open her eyes with great effort.

"Alistair ......" Freya stretched out her hand, she subconsciously wanted to grab something, she didn't grab her Alistair, her hand, instead, was clutched in the palm of a large, warm, strong hand.

Freya had not slept soundly this time, and in her drowsiness, she had been dreaming.

It was as if everything that had happened in the Free State was just a dream of hers, and she was still in Arkpool City, with her big belly, accompanied by Kieran and the two little ones, their family waiting with joy for the arrival of Alistair.

Freya also hoped that all this tragedy in the Free State was just a clear dream for her.

But looking at Kieran sitting in a wheelchair in front of her, she was instantly pulled back to reality.

This was not a dream, her Alistair was really gone.

Freya's tears, which she had managed to stop, could not be restrained from rolling down again.

She wanted to jump into Kieran's arms, hug him tightly and tell him that she was really sad.

But when she saw that the man in front of her did not have any sorrow in his eyes for the loss of his son, she suddenly did not want to hug him anymore.

She sat up with tears in her eyes and a numb expression, "Kieran, our Alistair ...... our Alistair, he's gone." "Freya, | am Layton." Freya thought with what she said, Kieran would be upset, for he had risked his life for Alistair, but now she could not see any sadness in his eyes.

He didn't cry, he didn't feel pain, he just spoke indifferently, saying that he was Layton.

Suddenly, Freya's heart was indescribably aggrieved, and her tears fell in large drops, "Yes, you are Layton! You're not my Kieran at all!" "My Kieran wouldn't be indifferent if Alistair was gone! You're not my Kieran!" The sobs were unbearable.

Freya wanted to continue to express her anger at him again, when she only felt a tightening around her waist, and he had tightened his arms around her.

His chin resting against her small head, he did not speak, but brought her heart, which had been desperate to the point of death, to life a little.

She was so choked up she could barely speak, and she sobbed for several moments before she found her voice.

"Our Alistair is gone, | didn't protect him well, I'm sorry for our Alistair ......" Freya's tears fell with particular ferocity, and in the blink of an eye, they wet the shirt on Kieran's chest.

Kieran hugged her tightly and tightly, he leaned down his face and kissed her lips hard, not letting her continue to say these words of self-blame.

"Freya, you're right, you've done a good job." Kieran spoke heartily.

He had, originally, only wanted to kiss her shallowly, but once he touched her, it was like being tainted with poppies, he couldn't restrain himself.

Freya was still crying, she felt that she had not done well, not at all.

If she was strong enough, she wouldn't have put her Alistair through so much.

"Second Young Master, it's tto go back!" Jonathan dutifully reminded Kieran.

Only when she heard Jonathan's voice did Freya realise that there was such a third party standing at the door of her room.

"Hmm." Kieran faintly responded, he let go of Freya, turned the wheels of his wheelchair and headed outside her room.

As he walked to the door of the room, he suddenly turned his face, his eyes, as always, were calm and waveless, but they made Freya feel inexplicably warm.

"Freya, the phone." After saying this, he let Jonathan push his wheelchair and went back to his room.

Phone? Freya only froze.