Twins and Ex-wife

Chapter 1312 Out of Sight

"He is gone too! The bodyguard and maid in his room have fainted."

"Damn!"

Without waiting for his men to finish their words, Cealan had already rushed out with quick steps...

Sylvie, how dare you!

She must have wanted to torture them badly by hiding them!

Sylvie's torturing methods were nothing more than child's play to him, but the thought of his beloved

Stahler suffering like that made him wish he could bruise her to death right away!

Even if he had to kill Sylvie by a thousand cuts, he must, quickly, make her spill the beans on Stahler's

whereabouts!

Hearing Cealan's men report that Alistair was also missing, Kieran's heart also tightened.

He was the best at reading people's minds, and that woman, Sylvie, was a tough nut to crack. It wasn't

that easy to get Freya and Alistair's whereabouts out of her.

Lurking quietly, waiting for Cealan to ask for information from her, too passive, he must, quickly, find a

way to find out about his beloved girl!

Unable to find Freya and Alistair in plain sight on Anla Island, they could only focus their attention

underground.

It's not that easy to find out what's underneath Anla Island, but no matter how hard it is, he's going to

bring his beloved girl home!

Freya is now in a very bad position, indeed.

She woke up just as Sylvie was taking her from the room.

She certainly wasn't willing to follow her foolishly, and she struggled desperately, except that, still too

weak, she was no match for her and her men.

Moreover, during the struggle, she was also rather unlucky to have her arm cut by the knife in her

hand, and now, her arm still hurt at the wound, plus there was no medicine at all to stop the bleeding,

and the feeling was even worse.

She was put into an underground palace by Sylvie, and she had not been in there for more than a few

minutes when Alistair was thrown in.

Now, all the gray hair on Alistair's body have grown out. This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

It had been less than 48 hours since Cealan had injected the drug into him, and in that short time, his

body was already covered with nearly ten centimetres of gray hair.

His face, already completely unrecognisable, but one look at those dark, cool eyes like Kieran's, and

she knew that it was her Alistair.

Alistair is now, looking very, very uncomfortable.

It must have been itchy and itchy to have so many long gray hair growing on his body almost overnight.

He wriggled his tiny body in pain, he reached out his hands and clawed himself hard, only, he was still

too small for his hands to soothe the painful parts of his body.

Looking at such a Alistair, Freya's heart hurt.

She hugged him tightly, knowing that her Alistair must be helpless and scared right now, and she

wanted to use her body warmth to give him some warmth, to make him understand that he would not

be alone.

No matter what he becomes, she will always be there for him.

But miraculously, after being held so tightly by Freya, he gradually stopped scratching his body in pain.

Seeing that he had finally quieted down, Freya hurriedly reached out her hand and placed her fingertips

on his wrist.

She could not feel, with his pulse, anything different.

Freya's heart had still held a slight hope, but after taking Alistair's pulse, her heart completely sank to

the bottom.

If she could feel the difference, she could still find a way to cure Alistair, but how could she cure him if

she couldn't find the problem in him!

Freya did not want to show her sadness in front of Alistair, she was afraid that it would scare him, but

when she thought of how inferior he would be when he was older and understood, and faced with the

blank stares and mockery of others, her heart hurt almost to the point of suffocation.

If he stayed like this, he would be treated like a monster and would be as unseen as a rat in the gutter.

She didn't want her Alistair to suffer that kind of miserable life.

"Alistair, Mommy will heal you! Mommy will cure you!" Freya murmured over and over again, speaking

to Alistair in her arms.

No matter how hard it is, she wants her Alistair to grow up like a normal child, without any worries.

The horrible memory of Sylvie finding four men to bully her still haunts Freya's mind, lingering. She

thought that she would torture her severely when she brought her to this hellhole, and surprisingly, after

she locked her in, she sneered at her for a few words and left in a hurry.

Freya was puzzled at first, but she had always been clever, and after thinking carefully, she figured out

that Sylvie did not dare to stay here for a long time, and she should be afraid that Cealan would find out

what she had done to her.

The entrance to this underground palace was really hidden, and one of the entrances, surprisingly, was

on the ground beneath the large bed she was sleeping on.

Even if Cealan was clever, he could not have thought that there was such an entrance inside his room.

Just because Sylvie hadn't started on her yet didn't mean she wouldn't do the same to her later. Freya

knew that she couldn't just sit there and wait for death, she had to, before she did it to her, get out of

this hellhole.

There are lights inside this underground palace, but it still looks extraordinarily gloomy because it does

not see sunlight.

Staying in such places makes one's mind, too, extraordinarily uneasy.

Freya got up with Alistair in his arms, trying to find out if there was another exit so he could leave this

hellhole.

What she is in now is a nearly closed room with no windows inside, only a closed stone door.

Freya rushed to the stone doorway, she wanted to find a mechanism or something like that, but she

raked at the wall for a long time and found nothing.

Just now when Sylvie was leading the people away, although her view was blocked, she also felt that

she had pressed something on the wall for the stone door to open, and the mechanism to open the

stone door must be on this wall!

She was about to look for it when the stone door, which had been closed, suddenly opened slowly.

Freya was startled and she took a big step back in a hurry, only to see that most trusted henchman of

Sylvie's, Katie, standing outside the door with Darcey.

She thought they were the only two people coming over, but who knew that the next second, Jaden,

whose hands were tightly tied behind her back, was pushed in hard by them.

"Jaden!"

Freya was afraid that Jaden might fall on the ground, and she hastily pulled out a hand and helped him.

"Jaden, what brings you over here too?"

"Freya, you're Jayla's mother, aren't you?!" Before Jaden could speak, Darcey's voice, which carried a

distinctly arrogant tone, rang out in the air.

"I know you're Jayla's mother!" She glanced at Jaden again, "You're Jayla's brother! Jayla she offended

me, she stole my friend from me, now, she ran away, I want to get it back from you!"