My Mommy Became A Billionaire After the Breakup
Chapter 1200

Chapter 1200 The Janitor

Freya took a moment to compose herself.

This person was now the sole protector she had left.

"Somebody has been sending me threatening text messages. They're probably inside the hospital. Don't go near the entrance!" Freya trembled as she spoke.

"Threatening text messages?" The man frowned. "Please show them to me."

The messages contained words accusing her of killing her brother and mother, among other things.

How could she dare to show them to anyone?

"I deleted them!" Freya replied.

He sighed.

For some reason, he felt like she was lying.

There were no text messages at all.

She likely just wanted to use him to gain sympathy from Simon.

"Understood. I'll stand guard at the entrance. You're safe here!" With that, he left the hospital room.

When he closed the door, a hunched figure wearing a mask and wrinkled skin pushed a cleaning cart by. The janitor shuffled past the doorway.

A hospital staff member.

Nothing noteworthy.

The man stood by the entrance and sent a message to Simon.

He informed Simon that Freya was safe and that there was no need to worry.

He chose to omit the matter of the threatening messages selectively.

Simon had dispatched several people to protect Freya.

They were stationed in every nook and cranny of the hospital's key areas.

It was to prevent the Crawford couple from harming Freya.

Initially, Simon planned to secure her release once he arrived in Mailand.

However, upon hearing of Freya's deteriorating condition, he couldn't bear to wait and took her out ahead of schedule.

The night grew darker.

Meanwhile, Athena began to feel drowsy at Lakin after the weather turned cold.

In her half-asleep state, Athena reached out and felt no one beside her.

She raised her eye mask, searched, and spotted Byron standing by the floor-to-ceiling window.

"Byron?" Athena called out.

Byron snapped out of his thoughts and then walked over to her.

"Why are you awake? Did you have a nightmare?" Byron touched Athena's forehead.

Athena shook her head. "Why aren't you sleeping?"

They had gone to bed together.

"Just thinking about some things," Byron spoke as he lifted a corner of the blanket, slipping into the sheets. "Go back to sleep. I'm here with you." "Did Freya message you, cursing Aiden and Mia?" Athena held onto him, gently asking.

Byron's gaze turned profound. "Yes."

"Don't worry about it. Aiden and Mia are doing fine." Athena closed her eyes. "They have the protection from God."

Byron chuckled softly and kissed Athena. "I know. Sleep now."

Byron didn't say it aloud.

He certainly wasn't concerned that Freya could curse his children in any way.

The reason he couldn't sleep was that he was waiting, waiting for Freya's resolution.

The person guarding Freya grew weary and ordered a cup of coffee.

However, instead of refreshing him, it only made him sleepier.

Before long, he dozed off on the bench.

A little while later, the hunched janitor returned from a fire exit, still pushing the cleaning cart.

He positioned the cart outside Freya's hospital room and straightened his bent posture.

His scar-covered hand gripped the door handle and gently pushed the door open.

Freya had just undergone surgery and experienced a recent shock, leaving her asleep now.

The janitor walked up to her bedside, staring at her with an eerie intensity.

After a moment, he slid a syringe from his sleeve and directly injected it into Freya's arm, emptying the contents of the syringe into her bloodstream.