My Talented Babies & Genius Wife

"Mom!" Freya's eyes filled with tears, and she chased out like crazy, but Bernice had already walked out of the supermarket entrance, and by the tshe was out, she had long since lost sight of Bernice.

She stood in front of the supermarket, watching the people cand go, tears rolling down her face.

How could the person she had seen be her mother? Her mother was already dead! She was dead in a pool of blood! When she was sad, she used to crouch in a corner alone, but now she had Kieran, who would be by her side no matter what happened, so she didn't have to suffer that bone-chilling heartache alone.

Kieran did not speak, but gently embraced Freya into his arms, telling her with the warmth of his body that he was there.

He will be there for the rest of her life.

Freya did not speak again, as she quietly pressed her head against his heart and listened to his strong, powerful heartbeat.

There are speople with whom you don't need many words, just a look, or a hug, you can feel warm from the bottom of your heart.

Mr. Fitzgerald made her feel warm.

Kieran dotingly rubbed Freya's head, looking at the sea of people in front of him, his eyes couldn't help but becdark and complex.

He knew that the tragic death of Bernice had been a knot in Freya's heart, and he wanted to find out the cause of her death and untie this knot in her heart.

After Bradley set out to investigate the matter, he found a number of anomalies.

Inside Bernice's urn, it was not her ashes contained.

The Stahler family found her collapsed in a pool of blood, everyone thought she was dead, but then, somehow, her body disappeared.

Bernice had died in a strange way, and Maximus declared that she had died of a sudden illness, burned her clothes before she died, and held a hasty funeral for her.

Now it seemed likely that Bernice was still alive.

Who took her away from her near death at that time? And what was the purpose of that person? If Bernice was really still alive, why didn't she cback for her children? There were too many doubts in his heart, and Kieran would lift them. He was now almost certain that the person Freya had just seen was the living Bernice, however, these doubts he had not completely lifted, and he would not tell Freya what he guessed in his heart. He did not want to let her down after she was full of hope.

Freya felt that the fact that she would have seen Bernice just now must have been just her hallucination.

She missed her mother too much, and it had been too long since she had visited her mother in the cemetery.

Early the next morning, she bought a large bouquet of flowers and went to the cemetery.

Surprisingly, she saw Walter at Bernice's grave.

Walter half-crouched in front of her grave, a tall, magnificent man with a slightly stoop, his shoulders trembling slightly with a grief.

In Freya's impression, Walter had always been strong, self-righteous, but at this moment he was showing vulnerability she had never seen in him before.

Because he was so engrossed in his grief, Walter did not notice Freya standing not far behind him.

His face was heavy with sorrow as he gently stroked the tombstone before him with such tenderness and care, as if, instead of a cold, dead object, he was touching the face of his lover.

"Bernice, | miss you so much." Walter's voice was hoarse, and if Freya had stood in front of him, she would have noticed that his face was marked with visible tears.

"Bernice, you still hate me, don't you? Bernice, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, | shouldn't have fallen into their trap and left you alone, otherwise, you wouldn't have been forced to fall into the deep sea." "Bernice, I'm sorry." Walter kept murmuring. He was well maintained, a man of almost fifty years, with a straight figure, hardly any visible wrinkles on his face and no grey hair on his head.

But in this instant, Freya felt his obvious ageing.

Freya hated Walter, but at this moment, seeing his hunched back, she could not hate him.

Her eyes were uncontrollably sore, and her heart was in shock.

How did he know her mother? And, why did he look like he was fond of her mother? Freya was just about to ask Walter how he knew her mother, but he had noticed her arrival.

He slowly turned his face. As if he didn't want Freya to see him shed tears, he wiped the tears from his face in a wretched manner.

"Freya, you're here." After saying this, an awkward silence fell between the two.

They were father and daughter, with the deepest of blood ties, but they were like two strangers.

Apart from sneering and bad mouthing, Freya didn't really know what she could say to Walter.

But at this time, at Bernice's grave, she did not want to say something mean, so there was only an eerie silence between her and Walter.

It was Walter who was the first to break the silence. He took a glance at Bernice's tombstone and said somewhat curtly to Freya, "She will be very happy that you cto visit her. Freya, you are your mother's pride." She was also his pride.

Walter was used to being arrogant and it made Freya feel indescribably awkward when he praised her.

She sneered and hooked her lips, "Walter, you're a schizophrenic, aren't you? A few days ago you were dying to havekilled, and now you're boasting me, how ridiculous!" "Walter, | don't know how you met my mother, but it's clear tothat whatever your relationship is, my mother doesn't want to see you! So please, in future, don't appear at her grave!" Her mother loved her the most, how could her mother possibly want to see a demon who had tried to put her daughter to death over and over again! Hearing Freya's words, Walter couldn't help but stagger violently. He wanted to compensate Freya, no matter what she asked for, he would try his best to satisfy her, but Freya did not agree.

Bernice was his life! He had lost her, and he had managed to find the grave where she was buried, so he cto visit her grave! "Freya, it was my fault and | apologize to you. But your mother and I..." Walter cautiously caressed the tombstone, "I have to cand visit her." Looking at the way Walter was gazing at the tombstone with deep emotion, Freya could feel his deep love for Bernice.

Coupled with his resemblance to Josiah's face, Freya felt something explode in her mind.