My Talented Babies & Genius Wife

"An ugly monster like you, even old men won't be able to lay their hands on you. I'm afraid they'll be so disgusted by you that they'll throw up and dirty my territory!" Looking at the syringe in his hand, the expression on Caelan's face grew more and more ruthless, "Ugly, in this world, only the syringe in my hand can lay its hands on you!" Thinking about the horrible experience of Caelan sticking the needle in her face last time, Freya's heart couldn't help but tighten.

She did not want to experience that horrible and desperate experience again.

Because of that needle last time, she had already turned into an ugly and dumb person, and this time, what did Caelan want her to become? "Freya, you're a doctor, tell me, what is this good thing that | have inside this syringe?" Looking at the syringe that was close at hand, Freya was panicked to the extreme, but she knew in her heart that no matter how scared she was now, she could not avoid what was coming, so why should she show her fear and let Caelan get away with it! She continued to speak silently, "Caelan, | don't know what's inside this syringe, but no matter what's inside, I'm not afraid!" Caelan's smile was cold and biting, "Not afraid? If you're not afraid, then why are your hands shaking?" With that, Caelan stabbed the needle into Freya's left arm without a second thought.

A sharp pain swept Freya's left arm in an instant, and just like last time, she could clearly feel that there were roots and such, emerging from her left arm, and seemingly trying to break through her flesh and send out branches.

She tried to look calm, but her face still scrunched up into a controlled frown from the pain.

Sure enough, when the pain wore off, her left arm was as unsightly as it could be, wrapped in red threads crisscrossed like tree roots.

Soon she realised something else was wrong. Her left arm, to her surprise, wouldn't move! "Ugly, what are you moving? No matter how you move, your arm is ruined!" Caelan took a step forward, the tip of his nose almost pressed against Freya's nose.

"Freya, this tit's your left arm, if you run away again, next tit'll be your right arm, then next tit'll be both legs! When you can't move your hands or legs, you won't just be an ugly! You'll be a cripple, a cripple that everyone hates! A cripple who can't even take care of your own shit or piss!" "So, from now on, you'll be on your own!" After saying this, Caelan let out a rampant laugh and headed outside the room.

Freya stared deadly at his back, hating so much that she almost gnashed her teeth.

She really hated Caelan, this demon, when he wanted to torture a person, he would not let that person die easily, but break his arms, trample on his dignity, and finally, when that person was already tortured to the point of not being able to be alive, then he would mercilessly crush him to death with one foot! What a twist! Naturally, she must still escape.

It was just that the consequences of this failed escape were so serious that she would have to think long and hard about her next escape.

She knew that Caelan was not teasing her, he would really make her a complete cripple! If she couldn't move her arms and legs, if she couldn't even get out of bed, her life would be completely ruined! She still had a lot of things to do, and she could not let her life be ruined by this demon's hands! The drug that Caelan had injected into her was particularly strong and made her brain dizzy, and after thinking about it for a while, she lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

She had a very sad and upsetting dream, she dreamt of Kieran and Regina.

Kieran was holding Regina, tenderly and lovingly, and he gave her all the tenderness he had ever given her.

They were kissing in the moonlight, a charming image that made her eyes hurt and her heart hurt even more.

She didn't want to see them that close, and she rushed forward like mad to stop them, but her mouth could not even utter a syllable.

She could only watch as they kissed and then did the most intimate things between a man and a woman.

Finally, Kieran let go of Regina and noticed her.

She scrambled her hands and gestured at him, she wanted to tell him that she was Freya and that Regina was a fake! But no matter how hard she gestured, he ignored her, and in his heart and eyes, he could only see Regina.

She was so desperate that she grabbed his hand and shook it hard, she kept moving her lips, trying to communicate with him.

Finally, his eyes fell on her, and she thought that she would finally have a chance to reveal Regina's true colours, but the next moment, he kicked her off unceremoniously.

"Ugly, get lost!" Freya jerked awake from her sleep, in her dream, Kieran kicked her in the heart, and after she woke up from her dream, her heart still hurt like a knife cutting.

She really didn't feel much when Caelan called her ugly, but that cry from Kieran in the dream made her so sad that her heart and soul split.

In the past, she had always thought that she would just have to escape from Caelan's clutches and go to his side.

Now, she couldn't control her panic; even if she appeared in front of him, he wouldn't recognise her in her current state.

He would just think of her as a disgustingly ugly monster.

"Kieran, | am not an ugly monster ..." Freya muttered in her mind over and over again, but, when she lifted her face and looked at her ugly self inside the mirror, she could not continue to hypnotize herself.

This face was getting ugly, even she herself felt disgusted, how could he not be disgusted! So ugly! It made her cry! Freya thought she would lose sleep after having such a sad dream, but she fell into a deep sleep again.

In her daze, she had another very strange dream.

The one in the dream looked like she was only five or six years old.

She looked very different from her present appearance when she was a child, but she did look a bit like Jayla, with baby fat, like two pieces of candy stuffed inside her cheeks.

She was in a small remote village, and beside her, there were many kids.

Sabout her age, others waiting to be fed, and all around her there was a mess, but she could clearly hear someone calling her Freya.

And she was lying on her back in front of a young boy who was covered in blood and dying, shouting over and over again, "Caelan, wake up! Wake up!" The young boy looked just three or four years older than her, and when he heard her voice, he slowly opened his eyes.

His pupils were surrounded by a circle of enchanting red, his face was pale, but his lips were even brighter than the circle of enchanting red in his eyes.

He was just like Caelan when he was young!