Aria's breath caught, and Reed's eyes instantly turned ice-cold.

“Freya…”

His voice was no longer gentle.

“Don't you dare.”

Freya walked toward him and gave his shoulder a gentle pat, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

“Now, don't go all threatening on me. You simply have to decide whether you want to see her alive or dead.”

She tilted her head mockingly.

“Oh, those poor little babies. They'll become motherless because of their father's decision.”

Aria's eyes immediately turned cold.

“Don't you dare talk about my babies with that filthy mouth.”

Her voice trembled with anger.

“No one is dying, and Reed is not agreeing to your demands.”

Freya...