Chapter 102:
He believed such an exceptional woman deserved genuine happiness.
Standing outside the doorway, Kristian prepared to enter when his grandfather’s words reached his ears. He furrowed his brow involuntarily, wondering why everyone anticipated his eventual regret. Gerard believed it, his grandfather insisted upon it, and even his mother had mentioned it when he processed the discharge documentation.
He dismissed these thoughts and pushed the door open. His imposing stature seemed to diminish the room’s dimensions.
“The discharge papers are finalized,” Kristian informed Lionel, his tone maintaining its characteristic detachment and frigidity. “Shall I escort you home, or would you prefer your ‘dear granddaughter’ to accompany you?”
“Neither is necessary.” Lionel remained displeased with him, recalling vividly the previous morning’s incident.
He had been exercising in the yard when Kristian arrived with Ashley at the family residence. Following a cursory introduction, Kristian announced his intention to marry Ashley after divorcing Freya.
Fury overwhelmed Lionel and, acting on impulse, he struck Kristian across the face, consumed by indignation.
Never had he imagined his typically courteous and rational grandson would behave so reprehensibly.
“As you wish,” Kristian stated simply. “The vehicle awaits outside.”
After efficiently gathering their belongings, Freya escorted Lionel from the hospital.
As she passed Kristian, both maintained the pretense of being complete strangers, deliberately avoiding visual contact.
Another day elapsed.
🌟𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝗿𝗲 𝓪𝓽: gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⫷𝖼𝗈𝗺
Freya had now spent two days in Jeucwell. Having provided comfort to Lionel, she proceeded to her apartment, awaiting the finalization of her divorce.
Thirteen days remained until their divorce became final.
She decided against returning to Alerith during this period.
That afternoon, as Freya settled in to work on her laptop, the doorbell’s chime interrupted her concentration.
Without much deliberation, she rose from the sofa and approached the entrance.
When she pulled open the door to find Ashley waiting there, Freya momentarily froze, surprised that the woman had managed to locate her temporary residence.
“Ms. Briggs,” Ashley greeted her, elegantly attired in a beige trench coat that complemented her lustrous hair flowing over her shoulders. “I need to discuss something important with you. Would you permit me to enter?”
“Absolutely not,” Freya declined without hesitation, adding pointedly, “I’d rather not trouble myself with disinfecting afterward.”
Ashley’s fingers clenched tightly at her sides as she struggled to maintain her carefully cultivated gentle demeanor.
She bit her lower lip delicately. “Why do you harbor such hostility toward me?”
“Bang!”
Freya answered by forcefully shutting the door in her face.
The sheer audacity of this woman as a mistress was truly astonishing.
A momentary flash of malevolence darkened Ashley’s eyes. She remained standing outside the door for an extended period before pressing the doorbell again.
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