Chapter 251:
As his command echoed, the bodyguards sprang into action, closing in on Freya.
“Wait!” The word sliced through the tension like a knife. Farrah’s voice rang out just in time, halting everyone in their tracks. All eyes darted to her as the bodyguards froze, their movements stilled.
Peering intently through a narrow gap between two guards, Farrah’s eyes locked onto Felipe, who stood aloof and imposing at a distance. “Why are you so set on getting rid of my child? If you can’t stand it, why not just divorce me?”
Felipe’s expression hardened, his lips pressing into a rigid line as his gaze turned icy, masking a storm of emotions.
“Your body’s too fragile to handle a pregnancy,” he blurted out, his voice strained but controlled, revealing his concerns without wanting to deepen the rift between them. “I’ve spoken to doctors. Pursuing this pregnancy could very well cost you your life.”
Freya gasped, her heart skipping a beat as she turned to face Farrah.
A hollow, mocking laugh escaped Farrah, as if she’d just heard the most absurd thing imaginable. “Why can’t you just tell me the truth?”
“Do you doubt my words?” Felipe retorted, his eyes narrowing into slits, a dangerous edge creeping into his tone.
Farrah’s voice crackled with disbelief, her eyes sharp and challenging. “As a mother, wouldn’t I know the condition of my own child? My assistant accompanied me to every pregnancy checkup. The doctor was always reassuring, confident the baby was in perfect health.”
If there had been any risks, surely the doctor would have alerted her immediately.
Seriously? How could such a dire situation even be possible?
“Seize them!” Felipe bellowed, his voice a thunderous roar filled with rising hostility.
At his command, the bodyguards sprang into action. Two of them lunged toward Freya, while the others went straight for Farrah, their intentions clear—they planned to forcibly restrain Farrah and get her onto the operating table that very day. But they had sorely underestimated Freya.
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Freya, who had always favored her agility over brute strength, moved with lightning speed. Her foot shot through the air, connecting with a bodyguard’s chest in a powerful, brutal kick.
Farrah stood frozen, her eyes wide as she witnessed Freya’s unwavering dominance. Her initial sorrow quickly morphed into sheer admiration.
Watching Freya in action, she wondered—was this fierce warrior really the same woman she had known for years?
Freya was relentless. Seizing the wrist of another bodyguard who dared approach Farrah, she twisted sharply. The sickening snap of bones filled the air, followed by the man’s anguished scream.
With a fluid, practiced motion, she then unleashed another fierce kick, catapulting the bodyguard straight into Felipe.
The confrontation was over in less than a minute, leaving Farrah and the onlookers frozen in shock.
Freya stood in front of Farrah like a fierce guardian, her glare at Felipe sharpening with every passing moment. “Really? Attacking a pregnant woman? How low can you possibly sink?”
“Mr. Yates… that woman’s a beast. We don’t stand a chance against her.”
“The way she fights… it’s nearly as fearsome as Mr. Shaw’s.”
“Should we still proceed?”
The bodyguards shared uneasy looks, their anxiety palpable. They silently pleaded for Felipe to call off the assault, craving an escape from this embarrassing standoff.
Felipe’s fury was palpable, his voice booming across the space. “If you can’t handle one woman, what use are you to me?” The thought of Farrah being spirited away by Freya gnawed at him.
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