Chapter 122:
“Freya, I was so wrong about you. When you firmly denied everything at the hospital, I believed every word. Is this how you repay my faith?” His grip tightened mercilessly.
Sensing imminent danger, Freya instinctively kicked him. The impact forced him to release her neck.
She doubled over, coughing violently, distinct finger marks visible on her fair, slender throat.
“What possesses you to act this way?” she demanded, unable to contain her fury any longer.
It was barely morning, and he had ambushed her without warning or explanation. Would any rational person behave like this?
Kristian glared at her with glacial intensity, hostility radiating from his entire being. “Why did you arrange for a driver to hit Ashley? Answer me!”
“When did I ever orchestrate such a thing?” Freya seethed, processing his earlier accusation. “Haven’t the authorities already apprehended the suspect? Why are you directing your anger at me?”
Rage consumed Kristian, visibly boiling beneath his surface.
Gerard adjusted his glasses, pressed his lips together briefly, then explained, “The police called recently. The suspect has accused you of hiring him to hit Miss Bradley.”
Under normal circumstances, law enforcement would have arrived to arrest Freya. However, since Ashley had entrusted the matter to Kristian, he intervened after being informed by the police and came himself.
“Let’s proceed to the police station,” Freya suggested, unwilling to continue arguing with Kristian.
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She maintained faith in justice. If she was innocent, no number of accusations could prevent the law from vindicating her.
“Stop feigning innocence!” Kristian’s lips curled into a contemptuous smile. “Didn’t you employ this exact strategy to clear yourself at the hospital? Now you attempt it again?”
“You are insane,” Freya replied, stunned to face these accusations again. “Rather than investigating the truth, you believe shouting at me will resolve anything?”
“Freya, I’ve gravely underestimated you,” Kristian declared, his tone darkening further.
Freya’s patience dwindled rapidly.
Gerard sensed the mounting tension and barely dared to breathe.
“Do you truly believe I’m unaware of your intentions?” Kristian’s eyes revealed unfathomable depths.
Freya challenged, “What intentions do you imagine I have?”
“Should you go to the police station, Trent Seymour’s influence would easily secure your release,” Kristian stated, oblivious to the fleeting emotion crossing his own heart. “A prominent figure in legal circles helping clear your name would be even more straightforward.”
Freya felt too exhausted to continue this pointless argument. Never had she encountered someone so utterly foolish!
Sensing the growing tension, Gerard mustered his courage and intervened, “Mr. Shaw, I genuinely believe Ms. Briggs wouldn’t commit such an act. She…”
“Silence!” Kristian thundered, his voice reverberating through the room. Gerard immediately fell silent.
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