Twins and Ex-wife(My Talented Babies) novel Chapter 1209

Freya had no weapons in her hands, so she could only attack Caelan in an unstructured manner.

Now, she no longer had the heart to think about the consequences of provoking Caelan, she only wanted to get justice for the grievances her Alistair had suffered.

"Stahler, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I'm sorry ......"

Unexpectedly, Caelan did not get furious, he just hugged Freya tightly and kept apologizing to her.

"Stahler, it's my fault for not protecting Alistair, I owe you so much, I will spend my life to make up for it. Stahler, give me a chance to make it up to you, okay?!"

Freya excitedly pushed Caelan away, "Yes, Caelan, you still have a lifetime, but my Alistair has already been buried in the belly of a fish, he doesn't have a lifetime!"

"Caelan, why, why can't you see me so well? I had a happy family, I had a happy life, why did you do this to our family? Caelan, I hate you for the rest of my life!"

Hearing Freya's heartbreaking voice, Caelan's heart hurt so much that he could hardly breathe.

He didn't want Freya to hate him, but there were tragedies that had already been forged, and even if he wanted to undo them, there was no way to do so.

"Stahler, I'm sorry, I'm sorry ......"

"Stahler, I will be good to you, in this life, I will only be good to you ......"

"Caelan, I told you, I don't care! I don't care at all! I just want my Alistair! You give me back my Alistair!"

Freya didn't want to cry, she really didn't want to cry.

She had searched so hard for Alistair for so long, she had been holding back, she felt that as long as she didn't cry, her Alistair could still come back, and when he grew up, he could still call her mother.

But her emotions had broken down completely and she couldn't hold back.

At the thought of his Alistair, she bit into her mouth by the sharp teeth, made Freya's whole body tremble with uncontrollable pain.

Tears, too, fell heavily like beads, and every single drop of her tears smashed down into Caelan's heart.

"Stahler ......"

Cealan reached out, tried to wipe the tears at the corners of Freya's eyes, but he didn't dare to touch her. She already hated him to the bone, and he was afraid that his touch would make her dislike him more and more.

He could only back away slightly to give her some space, yet he could keep a close eye on her to prevent her from doing anything foolish.

"Stahler, don't worry, I won't let Alistair get killed for nothing, I'll definitely avenge him! No matter who killed Alistair, I will make him pay in blood!"

Freya dropped her tears and suddenly smiled miserably, "Caelan, if you really want to avenge Alistair, then you can go to hell! No matter who threw Alistair into the sea, you are the one responsible for his death!"

"If you hadn't hurt Alistair over and over again, my Alistair would be growing up safe and happy! Caelan, you have harmed my Alistair, and you are my eternal enemy!"

"Caelan, you better kill me right now! Otherwise, as long as I still have a breath, I will definitely find a way to kill you and avenge my Alistair!"

"Stahler, don't be like this, it really hurts my heart when you're like this."

Seeing this look of Freya, who was clearly extraordinarily fragile, but was still trying to hold herself together, Caelan's heart ached to no end.

In his life, he had been used to a cold-blooded heart, but unexpectedly, he could also turn a hundred refined steel into a soft finger for a woman.

Looking at Freya's miserable white face in front of him, with tears falling continuously, he hated that he could not give her his life.

Unfortunately, she would be too dirty.

He thought he had no weaknesses and was indestructible, but in the end, he still fell into the hands of a woman.

"Stahler ......"

"Caelan, don't you touch me! I hate ......"

Freya passed out.

Caelan had wanted to take Freya back to the ancient castle, but it was a sad place for her, and he was afraid that when she woke up, she would get too emotional and hurt herself again.

Moreover, he did not dare to face her.

After thinking about it, he finally brought her to the old mansion.

As soon as he entered the living room, Caelan saw Kieran, who was sitting motionlessly in his wheelchair.

The pale yellow sunlight sprinkled on him, and even though he was confined to a wheelchair, it still set him off in a dignified and elegant manner, towering above the rest.

"Caelan, Kieran, that child is dead, right?" Kieran lifted his face, his eyes were heavy with indifference, as if, what he had just said was not a living human life, but just talking about a small flower and a small plant.

"Layton, what do you mean by that?!" The temperature around Caelan's body suddenly dropped by several degrees as he looked at him in a cold voice and spoke.

"Nothing, I just think that child should have died a long time ago! We and Kieran are united enemies, yet you want to protect this child, isn't that ridiculous?" Kieran lazily raised his eyelids, and then instructed Jonathan, who was standing at the side, "Push me upstairs!"

After Kieran went upstairs, Caelan still stood motionlessly in the same place.

His face was as ugly as if layers of thick ink had been poured over it and condensed into the coldest ice.

He had always tried to hide the fact that Alistair was Kieran's child, but why would Layton know about this? If Layton knew, wouldn't father also know?

Caelan's face became more and more gloomy, and before his tense body could soften slightly, his mobile phone rang.