The capital city.
The hospital.
When Bradley received the call, Freya was by his side, peeling an apple.
Upon hearing the news of Lola and Diana's deaths, her hand trembled, and the fruit knife accidentally nicked her finger.
Feeling the pain, she loosened her grip, and the knife clattered to the ground.
Bradley tossed his phone aside and quickly grabbed her hand, bringing it to his lips to stop the blood from flowing.
"How could you be so careless?" Concern filled his eyes.
Freya bit her dry lips. "It wasn't you, was it?"
"No."
Although Bradley was involved in Bruce Lawson's death, this time he hadn't intervened.
"Then who could it be?" Freya murmured.
While she disliked Lola and even wanted to retaliate against her, she never thought of taking her life.
Death was final, and i
