My Talented Babies & Genius Wife

"Don't!" Freya was so anxious that her heart was jumping out of her throat, and she yelled at him in a hoarse voice, "Don't hurt Alistair! Please, please don't hurt him!" "When Alistair is gone, you'll never be able to threatenagain! Are you willing to letlive in this world? You don't want to, so don't hurt Alistair, I'll give you my life! I'll do whatever you wantto do!" Fortunately, Preston had just scared Freya, he didn't let go of the rope in his hand.

He tied the rope in his hand directly to the deck as he got up and stared at Freya with a smirk, "Freya, cover here!" "Stahler, don't go over there!" Caelan stepped forward and grabbed Freya's hand in a death grip, afraid that she would really go over and give her life to Preston.

Freya didn't want anything to happen to Alistair, but she wasn't stupid either.

She knew in her heart that if she went over there so foolishly, she would not be able to change Alistair's situation, she would only die for nothing.

She looked with red eyes at Alistair, who was hanging from the top of the mast, and it took her almost a lifetof strength to avert her gaze.

"Let Alistair go! If you let Alistair go, | will go there! | don't trust you now that Alistair is still in your hands, and who knows if you'll still be unwilling to let Alistair go even after I've been there?" "Freya, there is one thing that | think you should know clearly in your heart." Preston sneered, his well- maintained face, smiled with the sresentment as Regina, "You now, simply do not have the capital to bargain with me!" "If you cover, this child of yours and Kieran's may still have a chance of survival, but if you don't cover, he will only have a chance of death!" He moved the knife in his hand, inch by inch, towards the rope on the side, "Freya, if you cut this rope, there will really be no need to talk about anything between us!" "Indeed, it is no small regret that | cannot kill you with my hands today and avenge my Regina. But seeing you in pain over the loss of your own child is not a joy! Freya, | think that | might enjoy this joy too!" Listening to Preston's words, Freya almost exploded with anger.

But her soft spot, being pinched by him to death, no matter how much resentment and anger she had in her heart, she could only hold back for the tbeing.

She took a deep breath and let herself speak in as calm a tone as possible, "Preston, losing Alistair would indeed be worse than death for me. But Regina's greatest wish in this life is forto go to hell! | think you want to fulfil her last wish even more!" Closing her eyes heavily and slowly opening them again, Freya spoke word for word, "Preston, I'll go over there!" "Stahler!" Caelan was still unwilling to let go of Freya's hand, his eyes narrowed dangerously as he stared deadly at Preston, who was not far in front of him.

"Preston, let go of Alistair! If you dare to hurt Alistair by half a hair, you won't be able to leave here alive either!" "Hat" Hearing Caelan's words, Preston could not control his wild laughter, "Since | dared to chere to take revenge, | never thought of leaving alive!" "When Regina was alive, | wasn't able to take good care of her as a father, now that she's gone, | can't let her have any more regrets! After | have avenged her, | will go down there to look for her, and | will tell her myself that | am her real father, and that | have avenged her!" Seeing Preston so insensitive, Caelane's demonically handsface was instantly covered in gloom, his left hand slowly pulled out his gun, he really wanted to, in one shot, kill Preston, but he was worried that before he died, he would cut the rope and let Alistair fall to the ground in a bloody mess, and Freya completely collapsed.

Slowly withdrawing his gun, Caelan's handsface was rarely tinged with a few moments of helpless self- deprecation.

When he fought with Kieran, what he was most proud of was that he didn't have any weaknesses.

But now, he had a weakness.

His soft spot was Freya.

"Caelan, let go of me! | have to go and save Alistair!" Freya glared at Caelan with red eyes, "Don't makehate you for the rest of my life!" "Stahler, you're just sending yourself to your death if you go over there!" Caelan didn't want Freya to hate him, but he was even more afraid that she would die, "Stahler, | can't let you die in vain! | can't live without you!" "I know, I'm sending myself to my death by going over there. But if | don't go over there, Alistair will have to die now! | can't afford to gamble on Alistair's life! Preston is right, right now, I simply don't have the capital to bargain with him!" Freya put in all her strength and tried hard to break Caelan's grip, but she still couldn't.

She secretly ground her teeth, "Caelan, let go of me! If you let go of me, I'll be grateful to you for the rest of my life!" Caelan wanted to say, "Stahler, | won't let go of you, not even to death.

But when he saw the tears in Freya's eyes, he could not say these words.

It was as if, even if he left her behind, if Alistair died, her heart would not be able to live.

The first tin his heart, Caelan's heart was so tormented and mixed, in the end, he still let go of his hand little by little.

"Freya, I'm going to count to three, if you haven't appeared in front ofafter | count to three, | guarantee that you and the child will be pulverized!" Preston proudly raised the knife in his hand, "One!" "Preston, I'm going over there now!" With her body free, Freya lifted her feet and rushed in Preston's direction, she had just run a few steps when a low, mute voice, like one baked on a blazing fire, rang out behind her.

"Don't go over there!" Freya suddenly stopped her feet as she turned around, only to see Kieran sitting in a wheelchair, with Jonathan pushing him, slowly moving forward to where Caelan was.

Although he was wearing a mask on his face, and underneath it, there was an ugly disguise, and although he was unwilling to admit that he was her Kieran, no matter how much she pressed him, even so, seeing her, her aching and restless heart becinstantly settled.

It was as if, as long as he was there, no matter how many trials and hardships lay ahead, they could all turn into beautiful rainbows.

"Layton, why are you free to cover?" He didn't look like a brother or a friend, they looked more like enemies who were at loggerheads.

"Why, do | still need to report to you when | do something?" Kieran's voice was still mute and hard to hear, but sitting on the wheelchair without moving like a mountain, there was a taste of looking down on the world.

It was as if, of all things in heaven and earth, of all beings, he was the only king.

"Two!" Preston's voice continued to ring out, and Kieran's eyes did not fluctuate in the slightest.

He looked carelessly at Preston, who was standing on the deck and had already decided to break the ice, and spoke indifferently, "Preston, don't you feel that you are missing something? Isn't it ridiculous that you dare to make a statement here when something so important is missing?"