Chapter 255:
“Alright.” Freya didn’t push further.
When Farrah was ready to return to her career, Freya would have a plan in place, a big surprise waiting to take the weight off her friend’s shoulders.
Farrah felt a warmth stir in her chest. She placed a hand on her belly, reflecting on what had happened. “By the way, how did you know where I was?”
Felipe owned multiple hospitals.
It couldn’t have been mere coincidence that Freya came to this very one.
“I had someone look into it,” Freya said simply, not elaborating. When she couldn’t reach Farrah on the phone, she dug into Felipe’s connections to find her.
To ease Farrah’s mind, Freya quickly shifted the subject. “When is his old flame coming back?”
She remembered Farrah saying that Felipe would divorce her once his old flame returned.
Farrah’s body stiffened, her hand instinctively tightening.
Freya noticed the change. “What’s wrong?”
“I lied to you earlier, Freya,” Farrah said with a deep breath, fearing her friend’s judgment. “There’s no ex. We ended up sleeping together by accident, and the marriage was arranged by our families.”
Freya’s brow furrowed in confusion.
Felipe didn’t seem like the type to follow family orders so blindly.
“Three months ago, he was on a business trip, and I was filming overseas,” Farrah confessed, her voice steady now. “One night, he called me, drunk, saying he missed me, so I went to see him.”
“Was that when you got pregnant?” Freya asked gently.
“Yes.” Farrah nodded. “But he’s always believed the baby is not his. No matter how much I explained, he refused to believe me.”
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“And your marriage?” Freya asked.
“Let’s not get into that right now,” Farrah replied, her heart heavy. She didn’t know where her marriage stood.
Felipe refused to divorce her, and she couldn’t make sense of it all. He didn’t love her or believe her explanation. Wouldn’t it be better if they just parted ways?
Freya saw that Farrah had grasped the situation, so she didn’t say much more.
She arranged a room for her and took her out shopping for clothes. By the time they got back, it was already past 5 PM.
If Liam hadn’t called, Freya would have completely forgotten about the visit to the Shaw residence.
After giving Farrah a few instructions, she quickly rushed over.
By the time she arrived, it was already after seven.
“Keeping elders waiting like this shows no respect,” said a man who looked a bit like Isaac.
Freya recognized him—it was Robin Shaw, Kristian’s uncle.
The house was lively tonight. Lionel, Isaac, Melinda, Kristian’s two uncles, their wives, and children were all present. Freya knew she was late, so she simply said, “Sorry.”
“A simple sorry like that is insufficient. Just because you latched onto Kristian doesn’t mean you can be arrogant,” Robin replied, clearly displeased with Freya, whom he thought came from a humble background.
Lionel couldn’t stand anyone speaking poorly of Freya.
Before he could respond, a cold, calm voice cut through the air, carrying weight. “Uncle Robin, you might want to save that speech for yourself.”
Robin frowned. “What are you getting at?”
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