Braxton picked up his phone and called Ayden, asking him to book a flight.
Radley, who had been standing by, spoke up. “I’ve already arranged the flight.”
Braxton gave him a cold glance.
Radley calmly continued, “You don’t want to waste any more time, do you?”
In the afternoon, the Marshalls arrived at the hospital.
Noah looked worried as he asked, “Is it really safe to transfer her to another hospital at this time?”
Ethan assured him repeatedly.
Ashley pulled Noah aside “Just trust Dr. Griffiths!”
She then turned to Sylvia. “Sylvia, I’ll go back to Caltun with you. Braxton needs to manage the
company, and you won’t be able to take care of Frey alone. I’ll help you for a while, and when Frey gets
better, I’ll come back.”
Sylvia hesitated. “I can’t let you do that…”
She had no idea when her daughter would wake up. According to the specialist in Vroria, Freya might
become a vegetable.
Ashley’s expression hardened. “This whole thing started because of the Marshalls. If it weren’t for Frey
standing up for us back then, Ernie wouldn’t have developed a grudge against her. I’m just going to
take care of her for a while. Please agree to it, Sylvia.”
Looking at Freya lying on the hospital bed, Sylvia was overwhelmed with the responsibilities. she had
to shoulder alone.
“Thank you, Ashley.”
The Kaufmanns kept the news of Freya’s injury a secret from Sarah.
By evening, all the necessary procedures for Freya’s transfer had been completed. The group of
people boarded Radley’s private plane on the rooftop of the Vroria First Hospital.
Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
Freya lay quietly on the bed in a two-story building at Caltun General Hospital.
Sylvia sat by her side, looking exhausted.
“Frey, when will you wake up? I miss you so much.”
The longer Freya remained unconscious, the heavier everyone’s hearts became.
“Frey, if you don’t wake up soon, you’ll miss your son’s one-month birthday celebration,” Sylvia
whispered in Freya’s car.
Now, Ashley was taking care of Freya’s son at home.
Sylvia stayed at Caltun General Hospital to look after Freya.
Fortunately, they had the help of the housemaids from both families; otherwise, they would have been
overwhelmed.
The news of Freya’s coma and severe injuries was kept tightly under wraps by the Kaufmanns.
When Freya left Caltun, she had told her master and some friends that she would be back in two
months.
Since the expected return date hadn’t arrived yet, no one suspected anything.
It was already nighttime when Sylvia finally left the room.
Her body couldn’t take it anymore as she had been with Freya day and night. She could only switch
shifts with Ashley at night..
Ashley came to the hospital to keep Freya company.
Their shifts overlapped perfectly, taking two hours each.
As soon as Sylvia left the room, the window in the ward quietly opened.
Radley walked into the room and sat by Freya’s bedside.
“Frey, I’m here.
“I’ve found the person who hurt you. Don’t worry, he will never appear again.”
Radley reached out and held Freya’s hand on the bed. It had been a month, and Freya relied on
nutritional supplements to survive. However, no supplement could replace real food.
Even during her pregnancy, Freya hadn’t lost weight. Now, after giving birth and enduring a month of
suffering, her arms were bony.
“If you don’t wake up soon, I don’t know how to persuade you anymore.” Radley smiled bitterly. His
eyes, as he stared at Freya, were filled with helplessness and deep affection.
He talked to Freya for two hours before he checked the time.
There were already sounds of cars stopping downstairs. Radley bent down, lightly kissed. Freya’s
forehead, and then left.
A few minutes later, Ashley entered the room.
She glanced at the swaying curtains and walked over to close the window before returning to Freya’s
bedside. She wiped Freya’s face and hands carefully.
“Frey, when I fed your son formula today, he had a hiccup and blew a bubble. It was so adorable.”
Ashley softly chattered.
Now, Braxton also visited Freya every day, and everyone who saw Freya would talk to her endlessly.
They all believed that if they talked long enough, Freya would wake up one day and respond with a
smiling face.
Freya’s vision was hazy when she opened her. eyes.
Ashley, who was sitting by her bed, hadn’t woken up yet. The room was quiet.
She yawned and lazily looked at the scenery outside the window.
From this window, she could see a large garden and endless woods.
This was a private estate.
A clear chime rang, and a sweet smile appeared on Freya’s lips.
Radley must have come back.
She lifted her tattered nightgown and hurriedly jumped off the windowsill, putting on slippers and
walking downstairs quickly.
In the kitchen on the ground floor, there was a pot of chicken broth bubbling on the stove.
Freya felt a wave of happiness as she brought the already prepared dishes to the table one by one.
Afterward, she carefully wiped her hands and eagerly stood by the door.
From there, she could see the black car stopping outside.
The man she regarded as a god descended from the car.
Radley’s face was cold as he walked into the house without even glancing at the dining table.
Freya’s heart thumped in her chest.
But after Radley entered the house, he walked straight inside without even looking at the dining table.
Freya felt a pang of pain as she watched Radley go upstairs. He must have gone to the study, right?
She lowered her head and looked at the table full of food before she slowly kept everything.
If he went to the study to work, Freya went to the coffee machine nearby and started grinding coffee…
Her head hurt so much-
After a moment of dizziness, everything went black before her eyes.
In the darkness, a man reeking of alcohol suddenly pressed her down.
The pain that pierced through her body made Freya cry out.
“Radley-”
The man behind her showed no mercy and coldly barked, “Don’t speak!”
She obediently kept her mouth shut. With her nails digging into the bedsheet, she turned the pain into
bursts of anger that she swallowed down.
Freya felt like her heart had been torn open. After it bled profusely, it was filled with snow.
It felt chillingly painful.
In the long carousel of memories, Freya repeatedly swallowed the birth control pills that would cause
her allergies.
Until the end.
“Freya, let’s get a divorce.”
Radley. Radley-—
Freya wanted to scream, but she found that she couldn’t make a sound.
Caltun General Hospital.
Freya opened her eyes in the early morning.
Ashley, who was sitting on the bedside chair, was still asleep. The room was completely silent.
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