Twins and Ex-wife
Chapter 1035 Freya's Child is Called Alistair

"What?!"

Caelan was startled. He had killed countless people, what he liked most was to slaughter people, but after living for so many years, it was the first time he had faced a woman giving birth, for a moment he couldn't help but be overwhelmed.

Seeing that Freya had already fainted from the pain, after a moment of silence, he ordered someone to throw her into the car and hurried to his private villa.

Just now, in his haste, he had wanted to carry Freya to the car himself, but when he saw the blood on her body, he changed his mind.

He felt it was dirty.

On the way, he ordered his men to call the private doctor and go to another villa and deliver Freya. He didn't expect this baby to be born so soon, but it was even more interesting.

Kieran's wife and child had fallen into his hands, and even if Kieran had turned the whole world upside down, he couldn't replace them, how interesting!

This game of cat and mouse was even more sensational than he had imagined!

Freya only fell into a brief coma, and she soon woke up amidst the bumps of the vehicle.

The pain in her stomach was getting worse and worse, and as second babies were usually born faster, she was really worried that she would have given birth before the car had even stopped. Luckily, the baby was strong enough to hold her over until the third villa of Caelan.

She thought that having already given birth to two children, this time, it wouldn't hurt so much, but a birth still hurt so much that she covered in sweat.

The only thing she was lucky for was that she did not have a sudden haemorrhage like when she gave birth to Jaden and Jayla, otherwise she would have died on the operating table at Caelan's villa, where medical conditions were limited.

Originally, when she fell into Caelan's hands, she did not want to drag Kieran down, she was determined to die, but now, seeing that tiny, fragile child, she suddenly did not want to die.

She and Kieran had a third child.

It was a boy.

Another member of their family's football team was born, she was trying to live, to walk up to Kieran and tell him that their Alistair was born!

Deep down, she wanted a girl, but a boy would be good too, as long as it was her and Kieran's child, whether it was a boy or a girl, she would like it. "Alistair ..."

Having just finished giving birth, Freya was weak, and the stitches were painful.

But looking at that small, wrinkled face, all the pain had vanished into thin air, and even, she had forgotten, how dangerous her situation was at the moment, she just wanted to hold the baby in her arms. However, she did not have the chance to hold the baby in her arms, as Alistair was born prematurely and had to be put into an incubator.

As she watched him being carried away by the doctor, Freya's whole heart seized up. She wanted to carry her baby back, but she was unable to exert any strength at all, and she could only watch as her baby moved further and further away from her.

As the doctor carried the child to the door, Caelan suddenly walked in. He took one look at the child in the doctor's arms and smiled like a devil, "This is Kieran's child?!"

"Yes." The doctor replied respectfully.

"Carry the child inside!" Caelan ordered coldly.

The slightly chubby female doctor did not understand why Caelan wanted her to carry the child in again, but she was afraid of him and did not dare to disobey him, so she meekly carried the child in. Caelan paced slowly to Freya's bed, and he wistfully pinched Alistair's wrinkled little face.

His force was so strong that his hand landed on Alistair's face, Freya trembled with fear.

"Caelan, don't touch Alistair! What are you trying to do?!"

Freya stared at Caelan warily, but because she had used up all her strength just now in childbirth, her voice sounded completely non-intimidating, rather like a soft feather tickling someone's heart. "Let you see this child one last time!"

Caelan pulled his hand back, he had a handsome face, but he smiled wickedly like a demon.

"One last look...," Freya murmured, she realized something suddenly, "I forbid you to hurt my child!"

"You forbid?" Caelan laughed, "Freya, with your current situation, how can you forbid me?!"

"Freya, don't worry, I won't let this child die for the time being, but whether I will let him die or not, it is uncertain yet. What I am sure of is this is last time you and he meet, so take one last good look at him!"

"Just one more look!"

With that, Caelan actually picked up Alistair from that female doctor's hands.

It should have been the first time for Caelan to hug a child, his movements were stiff. Freya was trembling with fear as she watched, she was really afraid that in the next second, this demon would drop the child to the ground viciously.

"Let go of my child! You let go of him!"

Freya struggled to get up from the bed, but before she could get up, she was held down and could no longer move a single inch.

"Let go?"

Caelan spread his hands out, looking as if he was going to throw Alistair to the ground, "Freya, it's you who wants me to let go of him! The consequences are your own!"

"No!" Freya screamed hysterically, fortunately, Caelan did not have the heartlessness to drop Alistair to his death, he seemed to be particularly disgusted with this dirty little doll that was still covered in blood, he frowned and put him back into the doctor's arms.

The doctor nervously picked up Alistair, and for a moment, did not know what to do next.

Caelan touched Alistair's dried up little hand, "Here, be a good boy, say goodbye to your mother, and from now on, never see her again!"

With that, he waved his hand at the female doctor, who understood and carried Alistair out with trepidation.

"Caelan, you madman, you give me back my child!"

Freya didn't know where the strength came from, she actually violently broke the grip of the few people holding her down and lunged off the bed, about to snatch Alistair back.

But before she could catch up with the female doctor, her body, was already thrown to the ground by Caelan without mercy.

"My child..."

Freya stretched out her hand hard, wanted to grab Alistair's tiny hand, but no matter how hard she tried, she failed.

Caelan sneered and hooked his lips, he looked at Freya from above, suddenly, he half crouched down and frivolously cupped her chin.

"Freya, from now on, you have no children, no husband, no home, and you are no longer Freya!"