My Talented Babies & Genius Wife novel Chapter 1253

But no matter how timid, how helpless, how panicky, there are things that have to be faced.

Freya took a deep breath, and with the force of her hand, she pushed open the hidden door in front of her.

There were servants guarding the gate and when they saw Freya, they hung their faces without speaking, only sighing softly.

Freya was unspeakably sad when a wedding turns into a funeral.

Just after entering the door, Freya ran into the housekeeper who was walking in front of him.

When the housekeeper saw Freya, his eyes instantly filled with tears, "Mrs. Harper, you've finally come back!"

Because of Kieran's instructions, although she has not yet married him, the servants inside the old mansion are already calling her Mrs. Harper.

"John, where is he? They all say he's dead, I don't believe! John, he's still resting in his room, isn't he? You take me to him, I miss him!"

"You tell me, this guy is really quite strange, it's only one night without seeing him, it's like years apart, I really miss him!"

Hearing Freya's words, the sorrow in John's eyes intensified a bit, he was a bit reluctant to tell Freya that tragic truth, but there were some things that could not be kept hidden forever.

He heaved a sigh and still spoke to Freya, "Mrs. Harper, second young master ...... he's gone!"

"What do you mean?!"

Freya's psychological defenses crumbled for a moment, but she still deceived herself into not wanting to believe this fact, "John, you're saying he went to the hotel, aren't you? John, say it!"

John is a loyal servant of the Harper family, and even though he has done a lot of harmful things, his loyalty to the Harper family is impeccable.

Thinking of the tragic state of that corpse, John instantly burst into old tears, "Mrs. Harper, second young master is still inside the courtyard now, you go in ...... you go in to see him one last time, it is also considered ...... also considered to say goodbye to him ......"

Hearing these words from John, the last shred of hope in Freya's heart was completely shattered.

Her body trembled so violently that she could barely have stood if she hadn't held onto a wall to one side.

She used the wall to support herself for a while before she steadied herself.

She staggered inside the courtyard and just as she entered, she saw several people, gathered around a bed, cleaning the body that was on it.

The blood on the body had been cleaned up, because after an explosion and so much blood, his body, which smelt a bit bad, still had a strong smell of burning, and several servants had odour-removing sprays in their hands and kept spraying them on him.

His bloodied face had been re-covered with a brand new silver mask, and the parts of him that were broken had been sewn back together to perfection.

The groom's tuxedo had been removed from his body because of the need to deal with the broken parts of his body.

The black handmade suit, dark in colour, could not be seen clearly stained with blood, except that the large bloodstain on the white shirt was frightening.

The groom's corsage, stained with blood, fell to the ground, lifeless, like the man lying on the bed, and no matter how well the men beside him managed to dispose of his body in perfect condition, they still couldn't hide the heavy aura of death on him.

Desperate dead air.

Freya's face, too, was a sullen, deadly. Clearly, the corpse, close at hand, she could not move her feet, walk over to him, and clutch his hand tightly.

No, she didn't dare grab his hand anymore.

His hand, too, was visibly torn from the blast and had just been stitched up, and she was afraid that, if she grabbed his hand hard enough, it would crack his wound and he would hurt.