Chapter 158:
Sighing deeply, Freya replied, “I’m just too tired to keep up the fight, too drained to engage in further arguments.”
Originally, Kristian had insisted on an apology, and if she had gone public with everything, it would have appeared warranted. Even if he had instigated the conflict, she could have defended her actions as necessary.
However, now that he had withdrawn his demand for an apology, if she still chose to expose his affair, she knew him well enough to predict his reaction. He wouldn’t easily let it slide.
Her concern deepened at the thought of his potential anger, which might be the least of her problems. The real risk lay in the possibility of their divorce proceedings hitting an impasse, or worse, him seeking revenge.
Considering Kristian’s formidable reputation in the business realm, she feared the repercussions of his retaliation could be severe.
“So we’re just supposed to accept this quietly?” Frederick asked, his tone laced with indignation on her behalf.
“Just treat him like he doesn’t matter,” Freya suggested, a serene calm settling over her features as she spoke. “There’s no need to dwell on it.”
Frederick agreed, though his hesitation lingered, conceding to her reasoning.
Before disconnecting, he added with a hint of concern, “By the way, Freya, your sister keeps pestering me about when you’ll come back to Alerith. I told her to reach out to you herself, but she seems a bit hesitant.”
Freya’s voice was calm and resolute through the phone. “I’ll return after we finalize the divorce on the 31st.”
“Got it,” he replied simply.
𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖈𝖊: gal⸽no⸽vels⸰co⸰m
With the conversation over, Freya redirected her attention to her work, her mind buzzing with strategies.
Once the divorce was settled, she was poised to take on significant projects under Briggs Group, especially those intertwining with Shaw Group’s interests.
Her determination was clear: she would carve out a substantial profit. The days unfolded quietly, a tranquil prelude to the storm that was brewing.
On a crisp Friday evening, Lionel called Kristian and Freya back home.
Without hesitation, Freya accepted the summons, respecting Lionel’s authority and perhaps curious about the purpose behind it.
Upon their arrival at the grand Shaw family estate, the butler welcomed Kristian and Freya with a nod and guided them through the opulent halls.
This visit felt different; the usually bustling atmosphere was subdued, with Leonidas and Melinda notably absent. Only Lionel was present, along with Liam, who had just returned from his travels.
“Good evening, Grandpa,” Kristian called out as he made his way in.
Freya mirrored his gesture with a nod of her own.
“You’re here,” Lionel remarked, his voice tinged with a somber note that was unusual for him. The looming shadow of their impending divorce seemed to sap his usual vibrancy. “Please, sit with me, Freya.”
“Sure,” Freya replied, taking a seat beside him, intentionally avoiding the spot next to Kristian.
Across from them, Liam, dressed in casual attire, sported a roguishly handsome expression. A playful smile played on his lips, seemingly unaffected by the tense atmosphere.
“It’s been a while, Freya,” he said with a charismatic grin.
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