Chapter 249:
As she was dragged away, her eyes locked on Felipe’s face—a mask of chilling indifference. Her heart seethed with raw, intense hatred. “Felipe Yates, you’ll pay the price!” she vowed silently, her inner turmoil sharpening each word.
Suddenly, a familiar voice cut through the tension. “What are you doing?”
Freya’s concerned tone echoed across the lobby. She stood there, her eyes fixed on the group restraining Farrah.
Time seemed to stand still as everyone turned to face her.
For Farrah, Freya’s voice was a lifeline, a melodious reprieve from her nightmare. She hastily brushed away her tears, and upon seeing her friend, a fresh wave of emotion overwhelmed her, bringing more tears to her eyes.
Freya had made it.
“Let go of my friend!” Freya demanded, her voice firm.
The doctors hesitated, their eyes flicking uncertainly among each other before settling on Felipe. He remained by the entrance, his expression unreadable.
Felipe’s brow creased in annoyance as Freya stepped in. Why the hell was she popping up everywhere?
“This is a private family matter. It would be wise for you to stay out of it,” Felipe stated, his voice low and edged with cool hostility as he stepped closer to her.
Freya, undeterred and her gaze steely, countered fiercely, “Should I call the police then? Perhaps they can enlighten us whether coercing someone into an abortion is merely a ‘family matter.'”
By now, Freya had positioned herself protectively by Farrah’s side, her stance serving as a barrier.
The tension thickened as the doctors interjected, their voices a mix of concern and caution.
“Mr. Yates, this situation shouldn’t escalate further,” one doctor advised, trying to instill some sense into the conversation.
𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢 𝙖𝙩: ⲅ𝗮𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⸱𝖼𝗈𝗺
“Despite your marriage, you can’t simply strip your wife of her maternal rights.”
“Maybe… you should try discussing things with her one more time?” It was clear none of the doctors relished being involved in such a delicate matter, but with the hospital owner’s directives hanging over their heads, their hands were tied.
Felipe’s expression darkened significantly, his annoyance spiking as Freya continued to thwart his plans.
Her presence was like salt in an open wound—infuriating and relentless.
“Freya, you may be Kristian’s wife, which makes you untouchable for the time being,” Felipe hissed, attempting to wield his words like a weapon. “But remember, your divorce is looming. With just a word, I can turn your life into a living nightmare.”
Farrah, emboldened by Freya’s defense, snapped defiantly, “I dare you!” It was only then, amidst the heated exchange, that she started to fear. The moment Freya called her, nerves had overwhelmed her, and the words had slipped out before she could think twice.
Now, as the weight of her hastily spoken words sank in, a knot of worry tightened in her stomach, churning with thoughts of the potential dangers Freya might face because of her.
“Calm down, Farrah. Remember, the baby can sense your anxiety,” Freya noted, her voice steady and soothing as she fixed Farrah with a look brimming with reassurance.
“Haven’t I made it clear I have money?” Freya said.
Farrah hesitated, her mind casting back to their previous conversations. Freya had confided in her about the staggering 1.4 billion dollars Kristian had agreed to as a divorce settlement. Even at the modest bank interest rates, it would generate an income of over 20 million dollars annually.
Such a sum ensured that destitution was nowhere on Freya’s horizon.
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