Chapter 429


    Chapter 429 The Painful Process


    After arriving in Mutrya, Freya was taken to this tall building by Matthew. Contrary to what. Matthew had


    initially stated, the top floor of the building was not a facility from any institution. Instead, it was a rehab


    center he had built himself, staffed with experts authoritative organizations.


    from


    As the gentle morning breeze wafted by, Freya furrowed her brows, feeling the sensations surging


    through her body once again. Over the past few days, she had experienced a range of feelings-


    alternating between hot shes that made her feel like she was on fire and shivering cold spells that left


    her yearning for scalding water to pour over her.


    Apanying these sensations were excruciating pains that prated deep into her bones. Freya


    knew just how terrifying and disheveled she must look when these episodes took hold. If it weren’t for


    Matthew forcibly restraining her the day before, she might have already dropped to her knees to beg


    the experts for help.


    Matthew had stopped her, preserving her dignity, but all he received in return were her harsh words


    and the scratches on his face. Freya lowered her gaze, feeling both guilty and relieved that she hadn’t


    returned to Caltun. If her mother had seen her in the throes of an episode, she would surely cry in


    secret.


    Freya missed her mother, her brother, Danie, her mentor, his wife, Isabe, and all her friends so


    much. But right now, going back was not an option.


    Freya staggered to her feet, but before she could take more than a couple of steps, she copsed to


    the ground, curling up in agony. The overwhelming sensation had returned.


    At the entrance, Matthew came in with some snacks when he immediately rushed into the garden upon


    seeing the scene. “Freya?!”


    Freya was trembling all over, her hands tightly clutching Matthew’s cor. “I can’t take it anymore. It’s


    killing me.”


    The relentless and crushing pain felt like putting her entire being under a hydraulic press. It wasn’t


    coming in waves anymore; it was a direct, soul-crushing force.


    ‘Matthew, please help me. Freya’s consciousness began to blur as the malevolent flower inside her


    bloomed. “Don’t you like me? If you bring me ley Sea. I’ll be with you forever, okay?


    Matthew froze in ce, tempted by Freya’s words.


    “Give me ley Sea, and we’ll never be apart, alright?


    His fingers tightened, and for a moment, he wavered dangerously close to bing


    another Jamie-using such means to restrain her for his own purposes.


    Matthew’s gaze hardened, though, as he said firmly, “Freya, just endure a little longer. It will pass. It will


    pass.”


    Freya, met with Matthew’s refusal, began to cry out, “It won’t pass; I’m going to die!”


    In her agony, she started hitting her head as if trying tobat the pain within her body. She


    repeatedly pinched her exposed thighs and arms.


    Matthew immediately called for help.


    Several experts were on standby all day and immediately came upstairs from the lower-level rehab


    center upon hearing the call. They restrained Freya and brought her to a room on the top floor. Using


    straps, they secured her to the bed, and a doctor administered a sedative injection.


    Freya’s eyes widened as she clenched her teeth, ring at Matthew. “Give me…”


    The experts wiped the sweat from their foreheads.


    Matthew, seeing Freya gradually calm down on the bed, turned to the doctor and asked, “Didn’t they


    say the first five days and the first month were the most painful? It’s already the sixth day today. Why is


    she still in so much pain?!”


    The expert furrowed their brows and exined, “Miss Kaufmann has provided us with the form for


    the Icy Sea. This is a new variation, even more potent than themonly avable ones on the


    market-”


    Matthew turned grim at once. “I want to know when she can be relieved from this suffering!”


    The expert hurriedly replied, “Please be patient, Mr. Hood. It’s only been a week, and Miss. Kaufmann


    has much stronger willpower and endurance than the average person. She should be able to detoxify


    in three months fully.”


    Matthew looked at Freya on the bed, his brows furrowed. “Alright.”


    Sedatives no longer worked as effectively for Freya at this point. Not long after, she began to wriggle in


    pain again.


    It wasn’t until the sun set and the afterglow painted the sky that her entire back was covered


    in sweat.


    Exhausted, Freyay on her side and gazed at the sky through the open window, feeling at dull ache in


    her heart.


    She vaguely remembered uttering nonsense during her episodes, and although she was


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    relieved not to be in Caltun, her guilt toward Matthew deepened.


    As Matthew entered with dinner, he saw her lying on her side, having already removed the restraints


    due to her regaining her senses.


    Freya heard the sound and turned to look at Matthew, offering a faint smile.


    “Awake?” Matthew ced the dinner on the nearby table. “You must be starving. Eat. something.”


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    Freya’s gaze fell on the fresh scratch marks on Matthew’s neck. She took a deep breath. Though she


    didn’t want Radley and her family to see her like this, she also didn’t want to involve Matthew any


    further.


    Her voice was hoarse. “Matthew, maybe you should go back to Florin. I can stay myself.”


    here by


    Matthew frowned in response. “What are you talking about? There’s no way I’m leaving you here


    alone!”


    Freya bit her lip. “I know what I said today. Matthew, this is a burden I have to bear on my own. You


    don’t need to-”


    “I want to,” Matthew interrupted, picking up a bowl of soup and offering it to Freya. “Go ahead and eat. I


    didn’t expect the rehab process to be this demanding.”


    Typically, it wasn’t very taxing, but Freya’s exceptional skills often required them to exert a significant


    amount of effort to restrain her.


    Freya lowered her gaze and began to sip the soup.


    After finishing her meal, Freya remained silent, her mood far from cheerful.


    Noticing herck of enthusiasm, Matthew didn’t press her further and left the room with his food.


    The


    top floor and rooftop had be his domain since he brought Freya here. Even the experts from


    authoritative institutions hadn’t stepped outside once.


    Matthew knew Radley’s capabilities, and if he showed himself here. Radley would undoubtedly track


    him down. Therefore, after going to great lengths to bring Freya here, he. too, refrained from leaving


    the building,


    All the essentials in this ce were purchased by a local contact Matthew had hired, who also worked


    on the 17th floor of the building, ensuring that theirings and goings didn’t


    attract undue attention.


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    At 8 p.m., the lights in Bexley shone brightly. Freya sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the


    night outside, feeling a sense of longing for her mother.


    Her phone was nearby, a new one with her old SIM card that Matthew had set up for her.


    She picked up the phone and logged into WhatsApp, initiating a video call with Sylvia.


    When the call connected, Sylvia, seeing Freya, immediately burst into tears. “Freya, how are you


    now?”


    “I’m doing well. Just had dinner,” Freya replied with a bright smile, though her bing teary as well.


    “I know all about your situation. Your brother is furious because Matthew took Mutrya,” Sylvia said,


    wiping her tears.


    Just then, Isabe squeezed into the frame. “Freya, when are youing back?”