Chapter 247:
While Freya couldn’t simply decline—Kristian’s family members had always shown her kindness, and her schedule was surprisingly open—opting out would come across as blatantly disrespectful.
“When is Lionel’s birthday, anyway?” Trent inquired, breaking into her thoughts.
“September 15th,” Freya responded swiftly.
“Isn’t Kristian heading overseas on the 16th?” Trent’s memory suddenly clicked into place. “You might want to subtly double-check that. If it’s accurate, it could serve as a perfect pretext for you.”
The bureaucratic process generally took a full 30 days to complete a divorce decree.
If Freya and Kristian missed this window, they would be compelled to endure the tedious process of reapplying and waiting yet another month for resolution.
A lot could transpire in thirty days.
“Alright,” Freya agreed, her voice tinged with determination.
Whatever the circumstances, she was adamant about finalizing the divorce immediately after the morrow. Jeucwell, once a cherished refuge, had lost its allure.
Before ending the call, Trent added, almost as an afterthought, “By the way, I told Kristian I have feelings for you.”
Freya was caught off guard, a mix of shock and confusion clouding her features.
She couldn’t quite grasp his unexpected revelation.
“He seemed jealous,” Trent went on with a slight edge to his voice.
“He’s not the jealous type,” Freya countered smoothly, her tone lightening as she regained her composure. “Let’s keep this between us, okay? Don’t bring this up as a joke in front of Frederick and the others.”
“Understood,” Trent replied, his chuckle tinged with amusement. He knew all too well how their common friends lived for gossip, the kind that could start storms.
𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 g𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧿𝖼𝗈𝗺
After hanging up, Trent started packing his belongings for the journey back to Alerith. His prolonged stay in Jeucwell had been necessary, but now, he was anxious to tackle the accumulating issues back home. Meanwhile, Freya savored the slow rhythm of her remaining days of leisure.
She cherished these moments of tranquility, knowing they were fleeting. Soon, she’d be engulfed in the demands of her bustling life.
If it weren’t for her assistant’s pressing reminders, she might have even toyed with the idea of escaping to a tropical island, retreating for some alone time after the divorce, giving herself a break before getting back to business.
By noon, the day unfolded lazily. Freya prepared a simple lunch, her thoughts wandering back to Trent’s comments.
Curiosity piqued, she decided to call Gerard, probing with subtle questions. Her conversation confirmed that Kristian was indeed traveling abroad on the 16th, a piece of information that brought her a quiet sense of relief.
The moment the call disconnected, a wave of concern washed over her as she thought of Farrah. With a sense of urgency, she dialed her number, unwilling to let her suffer in silence. She had her reservations about Felipe.
The phone was picked up almost instantly.
“Farrah…” Freya began, her voice laced with worry.
“Freya, help me!” Farrah’s plea broke through the line, her voice ragged and trembling with tears. “Felipe is determined to get rid of my child.”
“Just tell me where you are.” Freya cut through the chatter and went straight for the details.
Before Farrah could explain anything, the call was suddenly severed. Panic tightened her chest, Freya frantically redialed, only to be met with the stark reality that the phone had been switched off.
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