My Talented Babies & Genius Wife

When Gracie saw that Preston had been convinced by her, she spoke with renewed vigour and malice, "Kill Freya! Kill the bastard that Freya and Kieran had! Only when they are dead will we have the nerve to face Regina when we die." Gracie's voice cto an abrupt halt, as the knife in the hands of Kieran's bodyguard was already ruthlessly pressed against her mouth, and if she said another word, she would be stabbed until she was drenched in blood.

No, even if she didn't speak again, she started to bleed.

The sharp knife pressed against the side of her lips, pressed down so hard that blood splattered.

The intense pain through made Gracie want to let out a scream, but she didn't dare to open her mouth wide with force, because, if she opened her mouth just a little bit more, the knife in the man's hand, would completely poke her mouth through.

"Gracie!" Preston's eyes were red with desire, he could not wait to rush to her and shield her from the storm, he also took a step forward, but thinking that Alistair was now his biggest rely on, he finally retreated.

If he had no more hostages in his hands, he would be even less able to save the woman he loved! "Preston, do it! Kill Freya and that child!" Kieran touched the armrest of her wheelchair as if inadvertently.

Preston's face becpale, he also wanted to kill Freya and this sinful child, but if they died, Gracie, too, would not survive! "Don't hurt Gracie! Don't you hurt her!" Seeing the knife in Kieran's bodyguard's hand, ruthlessly slashing at Gracie's tongue, Preston could no longer restrain the pain rushing out of his heart.

He stared at Kieran with a deadly gaze, just like a dog in a lost home. Suddenly, all the fierce light in his eyes sank a little, leaving only an endless decadence.

"Let Gracie go! As long as you release Gracie, | will spare the life of this sinful bastard!" "No......" Gracie shook her head vigorously, she was now scared to death, but she was even more unwilling to lose all her efforts just like that, only, just as she was about to say something else, the sharp knife fiercely slashed through the corner of her mouth, and she could only wail in pain.

"Gracie!" Preston's mental defences completely collapsed as he untied the ropes from his hands bit by bit. Freya thought that he was trying to drop Alistair, so scared that her heart almost leapt out.

Luckily, he was not trying to drop Alistair, but to lower him down from the mast.

Seeing Alistair's tiny body getting closer and closer to the deck, Freya couldn't help but let out a soft sigh of relief.

She stepped forward and tried to snatch Alistair from Preston's hands, but Preston was so strong that he tightly grabbed Alistair into his arms before she could even get close to him.

"One life for one life! If you let Gracie go, | will immediately let this sinful child go!" Preston's large hands moved, inch by inch, to Alistair's neck, "Otherwise, I'll strangle this sinful bastard to death right now!" "Don't you hurt him!" Seeing Alistair, whose face had turned bloodless, Freya's heart ached so much that her heart was about to break.

Alistair's lips were so white that not a trace of blood could be seen, and Freya knew that he must be very, very scared, but his face was still without a trace of expression, and his eyes had only a deep, dead silence.

"Send Gracie over here! Make sure we get out of here safely!" Preston jumped down from the deck with Alistair in his arms and continued to make his conditions to Caelan and Kieran, "Send us to the border! When we get to safety, | will naturally let this sinful bastard go!" Kieran did not say anything, his eyelids lowered, hiding most of the emotions in his eyes, it was unknown what he was actually thinking.

Seeing him like this, Freya was angry and anxious, Alistair was his child, how could he not be the least bit anxious for their baby! But when she thought of the cliff, Kieran had fallen off the cliff to save Alistair, Freya was not angry anymore.

She believed in her man.

No matter what he did, there was always a reason, he couldn't just stand by and watch their Alistair get killed, otherwise, he wouldn't be here today.

"Don't hurt him!" Fearing that Freya would be upset, Caelan spoke in a stern voice, "As long as you don't touch Alistair again, | won't make things difficult for you!" "Layton, doa favour, take this woman to the border!" Only after listening to Caelan's words did Kieran coolly sweep a glance at Gracie, whose face was covered in blood, he seemed to be hesitating about something, and only after about a minute did he lightly instruct his men, "Send her to the border! One life for one life!" Having received Kieran's command, his men hurriedly escorted Gracie to the border of the Free State.

The knife in Preston's hand was pressed against Alistair's neck, and his eyes were glued to Gracie's face, afraid that Kieran's men would hurt her again.

Gracie was in so much pain that her consciousness was already somewhat muddled, and now, unable to speak, she could only numbly allow these men to forcefully push her forward.

The border of the Free State was not too far from this coast, and outside the border, there were people to meet Gracie and Preston.

After leaving the border, Preston's courage was suddenly bumped up.

After all, inside the Free State, the Harper family was so powerful that he had no power to fight back at all, and now, with his people everywhere outside, he didn't have to be so afraid of Caelan and the others.

His eyes, painfully, swept over Gracie's face, and then he spoke sinisterly, "Gracie is injured! This sinner, what makes him unharmed!" "Even if it's one life for one life, the wounds on their bodies must be equal! That's true fairness!" With that, Preston clenched the knife in his hand and was about to stab it fiercely at Alistair's face.

"Don't!" Freya could no longer restrain the pain in her heart, she rushed forward like a madman, "You stabin the face! Don't hurt Alistair! Don't hurt him!" "Fine, then I'll stab you in the face!" Preston was very quick to do so, he reversed the tip of the knife and was about to slash Freya's face.

"Preston, how dare you!" Caelan's voice was so grim and cold that it dripped into ice. He wanted to pull Freya over, but he was afraid that, if Alistair was hurt, she would hate him for the rest of her life.

"Preston, since you're insincere, there's no need to change." Kieran spoke without a moment's hesitation, with an appearance of full concern, "Let them die!" Preston's face changed tically, and he hastily withdrew the knife from his hand, "I'll exchange! Let Gracie go!" When Preston exchanged Alistair and Gracie, he actually wanted to play stricks, but both Caelan and Kieran were more sophisticated than him, so he was afraid that his tricks would hurt Gracie's life instead, and in the end, he obediently handed Alistair over.

After holding Gracie in his arms, Preston didn't dare to delay at all, greeted their men and dashed off to the road ahead.

Kieran and Caelan did not deal with Preston and his men on the spot, however, they did not intend to let them go.

Preston could not escape from their grasp.

After Preston and his men left, Caelan's eyes suddenly pierced Kieran's face like a knife, "Layton, why did you chere today? Who the hell are you?!"