Chapter 11 Mr. Austin Falls Ill

Upon hearing his words, Freya immediately got out of bed, first checking her nightgown and then at her body to see if there were any marks. To her delight, she found no evidence of hickeys on her body. She was still dressed, though one of the straps from her nightgown had come undone. A sigh of relief escaped her lips. She assumed Bradley couldn't see anything as blind, so she waved her hand at him menacingly as if to hit him. Little did she know that Bradley saw her every move. As he grabbed her wrist casually, a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. She was thrown off-balance and landed on top of him in an instant. "I'm sure you were disappointed that nothing happened last night," The muscles in Freya's jaw tightened as she was not the least bit "disappointed." In truth, she had no interest in getting involved with him whatsoever. Her sole intention was to complete her task and then promptly seek a divorce. "I'm hungry. I want to have breakfast," Freya replied, avoiding his question and pretending to act foolish. "Kiss me good morning, and I'll take you downstairs to breakfast." he suggested. Bradley thought it was cute when she talked about food because her cheeks would get all puffed up. Freya thought of him as a pervert who was always trying to take advantage of her and was completely without scruples. Nonetheless, she had no desire for further entanglement with him, so she kissed the side of his cheek where there were no scars. With a contented grin on his face, Bradley said, "Come on, let's go shower and then have breakfast." After finishing breakfast, Bradley headed towards the study, leaving Freya with an overwhelming curiosity about the room. She had a strong feeling that it held a significant secret, compelling her to explore there. However, Frederick stopped her at the door. "Sorry, Madam. No one is allowed to enter the study without Mr. Austin's permission," he said firmly. These words only heightened her curiosity, intensifying her determination to sneak inside and uncover what exactly Bradley was hiding within those walls. Frustrated by her lack of access to the study, Freya reluctantly returned to her own room. Just then, a beeping noise came from her phone that she hid inside the doll, letting her know she had a text message. She swiftly retrieved her phone and checked it. The text read, "Freya, please help me." Freya walked to the bathroom, ensuring her privacy before making a call. "Madeline, what's the matter?" A melodious, pleasant voice resonated from the other end. "I have a performance tonight at a bar called Shangri-La. Unfortunately, I sprained my foot during rehearsal. Freya, I need your help. This gig will bring me tens of thousands of dollars! I can't afford to miss it." "Can't you find someone else to replace you? It's hard for me to sneak out of Royal Garden Mansion because it's surrounded by bodyguards," Freya asked. Yesterday, she did a full sweep of the mansion and found it was heavily guarded with bodyguards and surveillance cameras. "I can't think of anyone else besides you who can dance. What other options do I have?" Madeline asked. "All right, let me try to figure out a way to leave. I'll call you later." "You're the best, Freya! See you tonight." "Bye." Freya ended the call and left the bathroom, putting the phone back into the doll. She contemplated how she could sneak out of the mansion without getting caught. Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck her - she could use going home as an excuse. With her mind made up, Freya approached Bradley and decided to discuss the situation with him. She believed that he wouldn't refuse such a reason. Just as she was about to step out of the room, a commotion echoed from the study. Freya stuck her head outside just in time to see Frederick sprint out of the study while yelling, "Quick, call a doctor!" A wave of concern washed over Freya as she wondered if Bradley was unwell. Freya bolted for the study without hesitating. She was about to enter when she heard a series of loud bangs from within. Freya's eyes widened in shock at the chaotic scene before her - cabinets were toppled over, broken ceramic objects scattered across the floor. Bradley had fallen to the ground and appeared to be in excruciating pain as he held his head and banged on it with all his might. Freya couldn't help but wonder, "What could have happened to Bradley? No one ever mentioned that he had any illnesses." Seeing Bradley in such distress, a genuine sense of worry enveloped Freya as she was afraid he might get hurt. Without thinking, she impulsively rushed towards him. "Mr. Austin, what is happening?" Bradley tightly shut his eyes in agony. When he saw Freya approaching, he growled in a low voice, "Get out!" Clearly, he didn't want anyone, not even his newlywed wife, to witness his vulnerable state of pain. "Mr. Austin, what happened to you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Freya asked. She had no intention of leaving, even though her initial plan was to sneak into the study. Bradley let out a loud roar and banged his head on the ground. Witnessing his distressing actions, Freya couldn't help but wonder about the illness that would drive him to treat himself in such a way. Despite her initial urge to leave, she couldn't bring herself to do so. Instead, she turned around as she intended to check on him. She didn't want to lose her husband so soon after getting married. As she extended her hand towards him, intending to check his pulse, she heard a loud "snap." Bradley forcefully flicked her hand away, causing her entire hand to go numb with the impact. "Ouch!" Freya yelled with a pout, tears threatening to spill out of her eyes. "You hit me! Oh! That hurts!" Bradley growled lowly, issuing the command once again for her to leave. He had been driven insane by his headache, but he didn't want to hurt her. Freya didn't back away this time. Instead, she went back to him with a silver needle in her hand. He kept his cool and made no more attempts to harm her. Seizing the opportunity, Freya swiftly and directly inserted the needle into the top of his head. Freya heaved a sigh of relief as Bradley's trembling body became still. She picked up a pill bottle from the floor, only to discover that it contained regular painkillers. This realization made Freya wonder if Bradley had been taking this medication whenever he had a headache. Although the medication was initially effective, its beneficial effects wore off over time, and it also carried the risk of causing unwanted side effects. This explained Bradley's suicidal thoughts and actions. If the side effects were severe enough, they could cause brain damage and permanent disability. She injected him with a needle just now, which improved his blood flow and relieved his headache. Freya was unable to diagnose Bradley's condition simply by taking his pulse. She realized she needed to learn more about his past in order to help him. She was deep in thought when she heard hasty footsteps below. "Hurry, Mr. Austin is having another attack!" Frederick's voice echoed from outside, followed by a man in a white coat entering the room. Freya discreetly removed the silver needle from Bradley's head and held it in her palm, acting innocent as she asked, "Is he going to die? He's bleeding so much! Freya is scared of blood." Upon hearing her words, Frederick grew alarmed and swiftly had Bradley moved back to the bedroom. He signaled for the doctor to come and examine him. Initially, Freya intended to stay in the room a bit longer, but Frederick immediately asked her to leave.