My Talented Babies & Genius Wife

The phone in Fillip's hand slid down.

At this point, he could no longer describe his sadness with heartache; he only knew that he really hurt inside, so

much so that he could kill himself.

It turned out that at the end of her life she didn't say that she wanted him to go home, she just said that it was

pretty good.

Such a relieved voice made him tremble.

She doesn't want him.

Before she died, she had decided that she didn't want him.

He did not know whether she had called him first or whether she had written those words first, and he knew even

less about the emotions with which she had written those words.

She loved him so much, so much that she had no self, and before she died, she called him and she still heard that

voice, it must have hurt in her heart.

How can it not hurt!

"Lucy, I didn't ...... I didn't touch Regina, I didn't touch her ......"

Fillip repeated these words over and over again as if he were possessed, but no matter how many times he said

them, she couldn't hear them anymore.

After the intense pain, Fillip suddenly hated Regina.

If she hadn't taken it upon herself to answer his calls, if she hadn't deliberately created that unpleasant sound,

perhaps, he would have had the chance to hear Lucy's voice again.

It turns out that the woman he spent so many years chasing and obsessing over was the one who was so

inconsistent with her appearance!

He even killed his and Lucy's only child with his own hands for the sake of such a woman!

"Lucy, I'm sorry, I'm sorry ......"

"Lucy, I seem to be in love with you ......"

Unfortunately, he understood too late that his wife had passed away and no amount of remorse could bring her

back.

On the day of her funeral, rain fell from the sky, not the usual summer downpour, but a fine, drizzling rain.

It was as if, God was also grieving for this wonderful and unfortunate woman.

Freya also went to Lucy's funeral. She stood in front of Lucy's grave, on which a picture of Lucy had been taken

before was pasted.

When she is photographed, she seldom smiles, and her face is so bland that she can't take her eyes off it.

Fillip wore a black suit, staid and solemn, with black sunglasses, Freya was a bit far away from him, she could not

see the expression on his face.

At the end of the funeral, the crowd dispersed sparsely, but Fillip did not leave.

He stood in front of Lucy's tombstone and suddenly knelt down on one knee, as if proposing marriage in a pious

manner.

He had been holding an umbrella for Lucy's tombstone, as if he was afraid that the rain might spill on top of her

tombstone.

Just when Freya thought Fillip would stay on one knee like that, he suddenly bent his face down and planted a deep

kiss on Lucy's tombstone.

When she came to Lucy's funeral today, Freya had already tried hard not to shed tears, but when she saw this kiss

from Fillip, she couldn't control the tears.

It turns out that he already loves Lucy so much!

Lucy, if you knew, would you feel relieved?

Maybe, it doesn't matter anymore.

After all, Fillip did not bury Lucy next to her mother's grave. He erected a monument without words next to Lucy's

grave, and Freya knew that it was a monument that Fillip had erected for himself.

Alive, he could not accompany Lucy to grow old, and when he died, he wanted to be with Lucy till the end of time.

After leaving Lucy's grave, Freya's mood, in particular, remained particularly low.

Freddie looked even harder than she did, the sunny boy with the traces of undried tears hanging from the corners

of his eyes.

But Freddie kept looking at Freya and smiling hard. He said, "Freya, I will be the best fashion designer and I will not

let my idol down.”

Hearing Freddie's words, Freya didn't know what to say.

In the twenty-five years of Lucy's life, all the tenderness was given to Fillip. Perhaps, in her heart, Freddie was just

an insignificant passer-by, whether he was down and out in life, or successful and famous, she would not care.

But Freya wanted Freddie to pull himself together, so she just smiled at him.

One should always have a goal and persistence when living. Perhaps the persistence in Freddie's heart for Lucy will

enable him to design better works and have the motivation to live better.

The death of Lucy made Freya feel that life is really short and unpredictable. Perhaps one moment ago, a person is

alive and well, and the next, they leave this world in silence.

She wanted to cherish every second of her life and spend more time with the people she loved, even if she died in a

moment, at least she would not let down the good years.

In the evening, after Freya personally cooked a meal for the two little ones, she went to the supermarket, bought

food and went to Kieran's villa in an effort to rekindle old feelings with him.

Kieran's villa still hasn't changed its password, and the large villa is empty and unspeakably cold.

Freya put the ingredients she couldn't use for the time being in the fridge first, and she selected a few ingredients

to prepare a good meal for Kieran.

For two people, four dishes and a soup, it was very generous.

After Freya finished cooking, Kieran still hadn't returned to the villa. She then realised that she had been so

preoccupied with cooking that she had forgotten to ask in advance whether he would return to the villa for dinner

tonight.

With this in mind, Freya hurriedly took out her mobile phone and sent him a text message.

"Brother, when do you get off work?"

"What is wrong?"

Looking at Kieran's concise reply, Freya could imagine the expression on his face right now, how cold it was.

But Freya didn't feel the least bit self-conscious about being disliked, she continued to reply in a pleasing manner,

"Brother, I'm at your villa, I've cooked, let's have a meal together when you come back."

"Not available!"

Well, he didn't even have time to go home because he didn't want to see her.

Freya really didn't want to break up with Mr. Fitzgerald, but she knew in her heart that in the current situation, she

could only retreat, otherwise she wouldn't even have a chance to get close to Mr. Fitzgerald.

"Brother, although you broke up with me, we are now considered ordinary friends, right?"

After a long interval, Freya finally waited for his reply.

"Yes."

"Since we're ordinary friends, it's normal for us to have a meal together! Brother, you wouldn't dare to have dinner

with me as an ordinary friend, would you?"

After sending this message, Freya couldn't help but feel smug, Treating some people, she can't just compromise,

she had to use the method of provocation.

If she had said so, he certainly wouldn't refuse.

The message came, and Freya hurriedly looked down to check, as she waited for Kieran to give in to her!