Chapter 132:
She hoped her reassurance would ease his worries. Honestly, if she really wanted out, not a single one of them could stand in her way. She chose to remain here deliberately, avoiding any bothersome issues or contentious discussions with Kristian concerning Ashley.
“Then why can’t anyone reach you on your phone?” Lionel probed further.
“Earlier, someone kept bombarding me with calls, which I found rather irritating, so I decided to turn my phone off.” Freya delivered her explanation with flawless poise.
A hint of concern deepened the lines on Lionel’s weathered face.
He believed it unseemly to interfere overly in the younger generation’s affairs. Without any admission from Freya, he found himself at a standstill.
At that moment, Kristian made his entrance.
Noticing Freya and Lionel engaged in conversation in the living room, his brow creased slightly, and he approached with his typical aloof air. “Grandpa.”
Lionel’s expression remained cold and unmoved. “Freya is coming with me. She’ll stay at the family home for a few days.”
Freya looked bewildered.
Kristian immediately countered, “No way.”
“Freya hasn’t even had a chance to speak; why do you reject the idea so hastily?” Lionel’s concern for Freya’s well-being outweighed any desire to meddle. Despite her impending divorce from his grandson, he wished nothing but her happiness.
“I need to discuss some matters with her,” Kristian fabricated smoothly. “Until the divorce decree comes through, she’ll be occupied.”
Lionel turned to Freya, his eyes searching her face. “Is that really the case, Freya?”
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Freya nodded. “Yes,” she confirmed, her voice steady and serene.
In situations like these, Freya and Kristian had a mutual understanding to resolve their issues independently, without involving the elders.
Lionel grasped the essence of their agreement.
His visit served a dual purpose. If Freya confessed to being held against her will, he was prepared to whisk her away to safety, ensuring her freedom. Conversely, if she remained silent on the matter, his presence would serve as a warning to Kristian, reinforcing that Freya was not without allies.
As he mulled over these thoughts, a whirlwind of emotions tangled within him.
Eventually, he addressed Kristian with a tone laced with displeasure, “Follow me; we need to have a word.”
Compliant, Kristian trailed behind him.
Their conversation lasted roughly ten minutes.
“I’ve delivered my message,” Lionel declared firmly. “Should you dare confine Freya or mistreat her, be prepared to face severe repercussions.”
“Understood,” Kristian responded, though a shadow passed over his eyes, hinting at turmoil beneath.
Before departing, Lionel ensured Freya was provided with exquisite food and refreshing beverages. He shared several sincere and meaningful words with her, offering reassurances of his support.
After his departure, the atmosphere within the villa shifted noticeably. Freya, Kristian, and the nearly invisible bodyguards were the only souls left in the sprawling estate.
Kristian, still sharply dressed in his suit, cast a cold glance at the half-eaten food on the table and scoffed, “Wow, I didn’t know playing the victim was one of your hidden talents.”
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