Twins and Ex-wife(My Talented Babies) novel Chapter 1253

But no matter how timid, how helpless, how panicky, there are things that have to be faced.

Freya took a deep breath, and with the force of her hand, she pushed open the hidden door in front of her.

There were servants guarding the gate and when they saw Freya, they hung their faces without speaking, only sighing softly.

Freya was unspeakably sad when a wedding turns into a funeral.

Just after entering the door, Freya ran into the housekeeper who was walking in front of him.

When the housekeeper saw Freya, his eyes instantly filled with tears, "Mrs. Harper, you've finally come back!"

Because of Kieran's instructions, although she has not yet married him, the servants inside the old mansion are already calling her Mrs. Harper.

"John, where is he? They all say he's dead, I don't believe! John, he's still resting in his room, isn't he? You take me to him, I miss him!"

"You tell me, this guy is really quite strange, it's only one night without seeing him, it's like years apart, I really miss him!"

Hearing Freya's words, the sorrow in John's eyes intensified a bit, he was a bit reluctant to tell Freya that tragic truth, but there were some things that could not be kept hidden forever.

He heaved a sigh and still spoke to Freya, "Mrs. Harper, second young master ...... he's gone!"

"What do you mean?!"

Freya's psychological defenses crumbled for a moment, but she still deceived herself into not wanting to believe this fact, "John, you're saying he went to the hotel, aren't you? John, say it!"

John is a loyal servant of the Harper family, and even though he has done a lot of harmful things, his loyalty to the Harper family is impeccable.

Thinking of the tragic state of that corpse, John instantly burst into old tears, "Mrs. Harper, second young master is still inside the courtyard now, you go in ...... you go in to see him one last time, it is also considered ...... also considered to say goodbye to him ......"

Hearing these words from John, the last shred of hope in Freya's heart was completely shattered.

Her body trembled so violently that she could barely have stood if she hadn't held onto a wall to one side.

She used the wall to support herself for a while before she steadied herself.

She staggered inside the courtyard and just as she entered, she saw several people, gathered around a bed, cleaning the body that was on it.

The blood on the body had been cleaned up, because after an explosion and so much blood, his body, which smelt a bit bad, still had a strong smell of burning, and several servants had odour-removing sprays in their hands and kept spraying them on him.

His bloodied face had been re-covered with a brand new silver mask, and the parts of him that were broken had been sewn back together to perfection.

The groom's tuxedo had been removed from his body because of the need to deal with the broken parts of his body.

The black handmade suit, dark in colour, could not be seen clearly stained with blood, except that the large bloodstain on the white shirt was frightening.

The groom's corsage, stained with blood, fell to the ground, lifeless, like the man lying on the bed, and no matter how well the men beside him managed to dispose of his body in perfect condition, they still couldn't hide the heavy aura of death on him.

Desperate dead air.

Freya's face, too, was a sullen, deadly. Clearly, the corpse, close at hand, she could not move her feet, walk over to him, and clutch his hand tightly.

No, she didn't dare grab his hand anymore.

His hand, too, was visibly torn from the blast and had just been stitched up, and she was afraid that, if she grabbed his hand hard enough, it would crack his wound and he would hurt.

"Cealan, you shut up! I just want to kill you now! You ruined my wedding, you ruined the happiness of my life, I want to kill you!"

Seeing how unreasonable Freya was, Cealan directly carried her on his shoulders and was about to take her away by force.

If he took her away like this, she wouldn't be able to give her beloved man one last ride.

She kicked her feet hard and struggled desperately to jump off his shoulders.

But this time, Cealan didn't give her any chance to escape at all.

Seeing that Cealan's left shoulder was wounded, Freya's evil was born from her heart, and she grabbed his left shoulder with a fierce grip.

How could Cealan not expect Freya to suddenly attack his wound? His wound hurt violently, and the force in his hand involuntarily eased, and she finally slipped off his shoulder.

"Stahler, come back here!"

He had no time to ease the pain in his shoulder, and when he saw Freya rushing towards the bed again, he quickly stepped forward and strangled her wrist again.

Freya could not touch the body on the bed, and she was so anxious that tears kept falling from her eyes.

When Cealan saw that she really cared so much about Layton, his eyes grew colder, and eventually, no longer found a half-hearted warmth.

The old mansion was already under the control of Cealan's men, and the servants who were originally working on the traces on the corpse, all retreated to the side in fear.

Cealan half lowered his eyelids, he coolly glanced at the corpse on the bed, and then spoke to Freya not too gently, "Stahler, you care about him a lot, don't you?"

"Good, since you care so much about him, I'll destroy his body now!"